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Torn Easter Dresses And Dirty Feet

            Easter is almost here and you’ve planned a neighborhood Egg Hunt for anyone who wants to join in the fun. You’re so excited for this. You’ve already purchased the cute rabbit cupcakes, little fun sandwiches, booze for the adults, and fruit punch for the little ones.  You even decided to wear a bunny costume. 

The parents hung around for an hour or so and once convinced, the kids were fine to be left with us. You look at me and smile. It’s warm out and the kids are warm from all the playing and hunting. It’s time for some fruit punch.

As they drink, they get silly.  I suggest a game or two.

As they run more and play their pretty little sundresses are blowing up. All the boys have left and it’s just us and 3 girls. They’re so sweaty, in bare feet, and torn dresses. We bring them all in for clean up and a nap. After some more fruit punch, they all fall asleep on my bed. 

I can feel the juices flowing, my pussy is craving a little fun time. I lock the front door, close the blinds and we enter the bedroom.

 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Twisted and Violent

It takes a lot to get me excited and a fucking hell of a lot to get me off.  Some of you men and your boring vanilla calls and role-plays do nothing for me. I need to be stimulated in the most fucked up of ways.

Care to join me?

                           Filthy, nasty, twisted, sick, and violent is how I like my calls. When you’re as jaded and have seen it all like me, normal, and vanilla just doesn’t do it. I’m feeling very violent today and would fucking love to fuck someone up. 

                           How about you? That snooty blonde that lives across the street. She thinks her shit doesn’t stink, doesn’t she? You’ve tried to talk to her, but she walks away. What a fucking cunt!

Let’s plan to get revenge on her.

I knock on her door, pretending I’m lost. I engage her and quickly push the needle into her arm. We take her to her bedroom and strip and tie her up.

She is waking now. Let’s fucking play!

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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God Damn Cunt Of A Man

Fucking hell, you really aren’t much of a man, are you? Look at you and your goddamn flabby ass. You made me so mother fucking sick that I just want to vomit in your face. Are you fucking kidding me, THAT got your clit to twitch? 

Oh no, you don’t! Don’t you dare try to back away from me. You are a little fucking cunt of a man, and I intend to treat you as such. 

Assume the position, head back and on your knees. Why should I sit on the hard, cold toilet seat, when I have your ugly fucking face to sit on?  Beg me for it, beg me to let you suck my shit like a dick. Fuck, you are so goddamn gross!

You know what? I have totally had enough of you.

Get on all fours and crawl to the pen. If you displease me, it will be the choke collar for you.

Get to fucking crawling, bitch.

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Merry Christmas, Perv

               

      Well fuck, seems to me like you have a problem.  Somehow you got waylaid while out shopping for gifts for the wife and kids. Here you are in a seedy hotel off the highway, drunk and broke.  That isn’t the worst if it though, is it? 

                       You start to come out of your fog, and look around the room. You really don’t even remember getting there. Sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of who knows what, you wonder just where the fuck you are. Is that blood?

You stumble to the bedroom, and see the girls in your bed. You see the empty bottles, and the lines of white stuff on the nightstand.  You make some noise hoping the girls will wake up.  Maybe? You wonder if they are even alive. Oh god!!

The phone rings in the room. You ignore it, but it keeps ringing, making you a little crazy. You finally pick it up and you hear my voice. I instruct you to put the thumb drive in the tablet. You’re shaking and the girls still haven’t woken up.  There it is right before you. Your entire night and every twisted thing you did. 

                                                                                             

Not quite the Christmas you expected perv, is it? 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Bloody Hell

         I  finally was able to leave my house without hurling at the stupidity of the costumes of losers. If I saw one more sexy nurse, police women, witches or Tinkerbelle’s, I might have to kill someone! Not that I don’t enjoy killing. 

    Halloween is so hard on you perv’s looking to get some relief with your pedo cocks. Anyway, this blog isn’t about that though, I do love to manipulate them. It’s about how a drink in a dark bar led to the hottest fuck.

      He was older than me and sexy in that professional power type of way. I bought him a drink and one drink led to my nest. I went to get us some absinthe while he made himself at home. We had our drinks, toasted to new fucking friends, then he grabbed me around my throat. He was fast, caught me off guard. Before long, I was in chains and a bit bloody, and telling him my secrets. 

        I held my breath as the first blow from my own flogger tore at my pale skin…delicious. Eventually, I passed out and woke to the sounds of slurping as he licked up the bloody torn mess of my back, thighs, ass, and cunt. Soon, I was begging him to fuck my ass and leave his mark.

You wonder if I stayed sub to his dom? Not likely!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Don’t Make A Fucking Sound

             Do you hear the window glass shattering? Someone is breaking into my house. It seems like your mommy picked a terrible night to have me babysit. He’s walking up the stairs to the bedrooms. Don’t make a fucking sound! If he finds you, he’ll do terrible things to your sweet, fragile, young body. 

   He’s singing a very odd song, “My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night?” She’s so scared she’s trembling and the little cunt just pissed her pants. I can hear his breath at the door.

I open the door, then leave the room. I go to change into my bondage gear and bring with me chains, floggers, and rope. Might as well make the best of a fucked up situation.

               Back in the room, he has already cut off her clothes. Fuck, would you just look at that! He wants to rape her, I want to torture her. Over a bit of powder, we come to an agreement. I put on a bit of “I Spit On Your Grave”, to get the cunt juices flowing. I’m going to savor fucking up this little bitch.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Are You Worthy?

Perfection is right at your fingertips. The question is… are you worthy of me? When I say I have no restrictions, I mean NONE whatsoever. I’m mostly dominant but for men who have what it takes, that certain something that makes me cream, I can be purring under your strong, rough hands.

I love bad boys and in control strong men just as much as I get off being your accomplice. Of course, if you’re scared of a perverted goth slut, well then; I’m not the girl for you. Depraved, twisted, demented, is who I am.

If you’re a little bitch that needs controlling, I’ll sense that in a minute and eat you for lunch.

What are you waiting for? You know my pale skin feels like silk and my devious mind will take you places you never dared to go. Are you a cunt or are you a strong, rough man who takes what he desires?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Let’s Fuck Up a Barbie

 I scare you but you know I’m what you need. I’m the other half. The depraved half that makes your dreams come true with just a little prick of my hypo filled with a sedative.

After seeing the stupid Barbie movie trailer, I picked out a out a skinny, blonde, tan Barbie type. I promise you though, she’s just the age you want and ripe to be taken. The smile on your face tells me we’ll have a night of twisted depravity and her little world will never be the same.

You help me get her on the dirty mattress. I slowly take off her clothes and you moan with ecstasy seeing her tiny little tits. I pinch her nipples hard putting on the nipple screws as she starts to wake up. I slap her hard making her completely awake. I lick her face and whisper in her ear exactly what she’s in for tonight.

She is too scared to try and run. I grab her by her long, blonde hair and throw her on knees. I reach into your jeans and take out your dick. It’s so big, thick, and hard. I pinch her nose till she opens her mouth. Stupid little bitch. She gingerly starts to suck your cock, but we both are impatient so I grab her head and slam it down on your dick.

I remove her shorts and her sweet little cotton panties. I push her down on the bed and wrap my hand around your dick and insert it into her sweet little pussy. I like seeing you happy.

You’re slamming her hard now as I sit on her pretty little face making her lick my cunt. I lean forward biting your lip and sliding my tongue into your mouth. It’s almost like we forget she is under us. You pull out of her and I move quickly so you can squirt all her face.  

It’s time to make a decision.  Do we push her out the door drenched in cum or do I put my beautiful soft ivory hands around her neck and choke the last breath out of her.

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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A Fine Line Between Love and Hate

 You and I we have a love/hate relationship don’t we?  You love me because I know you so very well but for that same reason you hate me. You stare at me just wishing you wanted to fuck me, but sadly for you, your lust lies elsewhere. It took me just a few hours to completely figure you out.

You still run to me, I’m the only one you can confess your sins to. Is it a confession when I already know or when I help you sin in the name of twisted lust? 

You’re confused because you can’t digest what you really are? Come to me because I know and understand. I’m your “depraved and immoral” girl. When you’re alone at night, you’re the most exposed and fragile, I’m the one to run to. Your perversions have a home and a safe haven with me.  

Come out to play.

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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I’m Inside Your Head

             I broke into your house while you were at work.  There’s something about you that makes me want to know more. 

I started in your big, fancy kitchen. I grabbed a craft beer and began to look around. You have no kids, but your fridge is stocked with kiddie treats. Interesting. I grab another beer and move on to the laundry room.  Girls panties, stained with blood. Try and explain that one, bitch!

On to your home office. I break into your desk and what do we have here? Passports in various names, injectable drugs, and lots of cash. I indulge in some of your drugs and turn on all the devices you have in and on your desk. Ah, porn, no surprise there. I can see some was filmed in here, in your office. Very predictable. 

Up the stairs to find a door locked from the outside. I bust the lock and there it is. Asleep and bound to the bed is a tiny little blonde. I can’t walk away, I have to do something. Save her? You must be fucking joking. I will become you. I’ll get in your head and do all the things you would do, and much more. 

Oh god, you see your house has been broken into.  You’re terrified. Is it the police? They found her? You hear voices, clearly it isn’t the police. You make your way up the stairs to find me doing everything you wanted to do but you were too much of a pussy.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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