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Not a Creature was Stirring

        Halloween has come and gone and now it’s time for the boring holidays. We know how to make the best of those boring times, don’t we? Think of it this way; the sexy little Halloween costumes can now be little Snow Angels. How cute they are in their little Christmas dresses. White stockings, white patent Maryjane’s, and adorable little Disney Princess panties. It’s all there with a little fucking imagination. You do have one, don’t you?

Imagine that you’re so excited for Christmas that you can’t sleep? Your little one has a friend over for a sleepover. That is the real reason you can’t sleep. They’re giggling in the living room. The girls are by the tree, shaking the presents. They’re chatting about what could be in the pretty wrapped boxes. You have a surprise for them, don’t you? 

You finally let them know you’re watching with it out. Your big hand is around your cock and you’re stroking it.  You ask them if they want to see something really special. Their big eyes light up at the thought of a special Christmas surprise. You knell in front of them. They’re like little Goddesses. They’re watching as you stoke it. You try to hold back to make it last, but watching the two tiny Goddesses, you can’t control yourself. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

 

 

 

The Spooky Season

The Spooky Season is almost here and you’re hoping that this year will be better. Last year was such a disappointment with the kids all home because of the pandemic. 

You’re so excited planning out the Haunted House you will have for them. You’re already jerking it while you think about all the sexy costumes. Fairies, nurses, Disney Princess, and little vampires. You’re busting with excitement.

I have taught you well, and you’ve procured an old abandoned home. You’ve taken many precautions to avoid any neighbors and hide yourself away as you prepare. If things go as planned, you’ll have a houseful to play with. If things go perfect, you’ll have to destroy all the evidence including the house.

I carefully check your to-do list. Edibles to pass out as typical candy, spiked punch, restraints, candles, floggers, nipple clamps, and some very sharp implements. Looks perfect!

Check with me after Halloween to see just how our little party went!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

 

Dark Web

     Your wife and kids are asleep and you’re so fucking bored.  You manage to get on the Dark Web. You can’t believe your eyes. Drugs, sex, and violence. It’s all there for you to step out of your boring comfort zone.

You’re a bit nervous, but some liquid courage helped.  Soon, you’re chatting with people you would never talk to or meet in your sorry real life. 

You begin chatting with me. You say the same tired words.  Goth girls this, Goth girls that. We go into a private chat where your fantasy meets my reality. You give me your address and alarm code. It’s fantasy after all you assume.

I show up at your home around 2 am. I am not alone. We first wake you up, and then your wife. You’re pleading, telling me you really didn’t mean it. Your wife is confused and begins to scream. I shut her up with a punch that breaks her teeth. Then she is awake and lucid enough to worry about the 2 in the next room. 

Be careful what you wish for, daddy!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

 

Your Mother Is A Whore

            Oh, so you were expecting a fancy 5 star hotel and not an abandoned crack house? It sort of sucks to be that fucking dumb. The way I have it planned, they’ll never trace it back to us. You paid me for a service and I plan on doing it right. 

When you bring her to me she is passed out. Time for me to get to work. I strip her out of  her clothes and dress her in crotch-less red panties. I apply red lipstick to her mouth and nipples. She looks just like a 1970’s street whore who has had a very long night.

She begins to come out of her drug induced sleep as I hit her with another shot. She is fully awake, but a bit confused. In her state she believes she made dates with all the men waiting at the crack house door. I convince her she asked to have it all recorded so she can watch it later. What a dumb fucking cunt she is. 

The men were promised they could run a train on her for 5.00 a person. I put her legs over her head and attach a leg spreader to keep them apart. Now that ugly mouth. I knock out all her teeth and place in a mouth spreader. She looks fucking hysterical!

    I admit. I’m getting a little bored by the whole thing. I invite several more men friends and when they’re finally done, we leave the door open for any stragglers.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

 

Marry Me

You have more than any man should. You are rich as fuck. You have numerous cars, homes, and a wardrobe of designer clothes. Yet, you are missing something in your life. The hot models are great for work parties and dinners, but you could care less about then. You can’t find what you need at a legitimate escort service, but you are afraid to find it in another country.  Even your expensive lawyers couldn’t help you out of that mess.

That is why you need me. 

What a perfect solution for your twisted needs. Marry me, and then I can’t be forced to testify if it ever came down to it. It won’t though with me helping you with your deviant needs. Think of all the fun we could have? I get to spend all your money and do as I please. You get the tiny little creatures you so desire. 

          Think of the never ending supply you would have. You are salivating at the thought of those flat little chests in pig tails. You worry that what if you get to rough, or worse yet, someone might recognize you.  I have people for disposal as well. So you see, marrying me is the perfect solution.

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

 

Darker Than Dark

Your thoughts and desires are so dark that you’re afraid to even speak them.  For the most part, you’re a normal man. You have a well paying job, 3 adorable kids, and a hot wife. Just sometimes no matter how hot your wife is, things can get so fucking boring. 

You remember the hot goth girls in college. You would watch them, study them, and imagine what sex would be like.  Never in your wildest fantasies, and darkest dreams did you ever expect me.

You see me going through my backpack to try and find my cash. I’m taking my time and holding up the line. You step in and pay for me. I invite you to drink your coffee with me at the last table. I ask a lot of questions. We’re now talking about your boring wife, and your impure thoughts about your kids. I seduce you into not going to work today.

We joke about the things you want to do, but won’t. I suggest you put yourself in my capable hands. After a long day of persuading you, you hand me your house keys, and your families schedule. I show up, but I’m not alone. You quietly tell me that wasn’t the plan. Shut up, Daddy! Remember when the screaming starts, you asked for this!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

 

Happy Fucking Easter

 There was no Halloween last year, but now that restrictions are easing up  the little ones are going door to door for Easter candy.  You’re so fucking excited about it all.

You call me and ask if you could hang with me. You tell me this will be the best Easter we’ve ever had. You come over for the final planning. Some things you just don’t want any sort of paper trail for.  If you get just where I’m going with this. 

We purchased all the items we needed for a great Easter. A few of the clerks asked if this was for our kiddos. I smiled, and said that it certainly was. I almost gagged on those words. They thought we were a fucking married couple with children. We got to my house and began working on the candy eggs we would hand out.

  With a hypo we began injecting the candy with fun drugs like LSD and Ketamine. We rented a small house at the edge of town so no one could trace anything to us.  

I needed someone I could toss under the bus if things went bad. I invited a few more people to join us that I knew would love to be in on our dirty, sexy depraved fun on Easter. I always plan ahead. The more I thought about it all, a party would make the most sense.  I borrowed a kid from a crackhead we knew and took her with me giving out invitations to our party. By the time we’re done, it will all look so innocent. Little do they fucking know!

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

 

Twisted, Violent and Hot

http://www.smittenkittens.net/Journal/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/ivy-2.jpgYou ask me to join you for a little twisted, violent, sexy fun. How could I say no to that? You have it all planned out. She is a bitchy, prudish friend of your wife’s, and you fucking hate and want to fuck her at the same time. 

We knock at her door and when she answers you tase her. Normally, we would need to work quickly, but her husband is out of town, and we have all the time we need. We strip her, and tie her wrists to the post on the headboard. We tell her not to scream, and no one will get hurt. I show her the picture of her little girl asleep in the next room. She knows if she doesn’t behave, I will go into her child’s room.

I take my magic wand vibe, and put it against her clit forcing her to cum. I am all about humiliating the bitch. I grab her head, and push my dripping cunt against her pretty face. My friend eats her pussy and ass making her cum again. I love how fucking much she hates this. He slaps her ass hard, and shoves in his cock. My hot pussy against her mouth is drowning out any sounds of hers. 

She has passed out, and my companion is ready to leave. I smile wickedly, and tell him that I never promised to leave the girl alone. He hands me the taser, and I promise to video the rest of the night.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

I Caught You

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I caught you going through my lingerie and toys. You are an old friends dad, and you invited me to stay a few days while my loft is being painted. I happily accepted, and was excited at the thought of your exercise room and indoor pool. You always perved on me when I was younger, but I knew now I wasn’t exactly your style. I remember all the extra cash I made from you helping you with your proclivity for young girls. Now, here you are with my panties on, and my vibe shoved up your ass. Interesting. 

            You look up at me, and try to come up with excuses. I don’t think there is any possible excuse. I don’t threaten to expose you, instead I join you.  I grab your phone to see what other info I can come up with on you. There it is!  Young ones dressed in latex with floggers and strap-ons.  You beg me to keep this one a secret. You would be ruined. 

I make a few calls, and 5 of them join us. You are begging, sweating, and crying. You are on your knees sucking their cute girl cocks. You beg them to take you and fuck you. Your eyes are glazed over, you’re drooling, and look quite insane.  They make you lay on the bed with your legs over your head. The video equipment is set up. I plan on ruining your life. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

Spend a Depraved Halloween With Ivy

To me, every day is Halloween. When you do something every day you become rather fucking excellent at it.  There is no angel on one shoulder and devil on the other. With me, it is pure devil. Not that anything about me is pure.

What do you get when you call me? You get a depraved, twisted, filthy, deviant, extreme session. One that you will never forget, and possibly hate yourself in the morning for your thoughts.

You arrive at my house. It’s dark, and almost looks like there is no one home. You can hear music, screams and sobbing. You wonder if you even have the right place. It sounds like no party you’ve ever attended. You’re scared, yet titillated at the same time. I invite you in, and show you to the party favors. You decline at first wanting to keep your wits about you, but then decide to live for just once.

I take you down a dark stairway to my basement. The sounds are getting much louder. We walk past some dancers, but they’re not for you. They are too old for your taste. Tastes you’ve kept hidden for so long. I take you to the toy room. The live dolls are dressed in many styles to fit your pedo desires. Some are dressed like me, some as schoolgirls, some as cheerleaders and so on. You’re interested, but in that room the girls are rather mundane.

There is another room, but it seems very quiet. You’re curious so I take you in there. You can’t believe what you see. In your wildest dreams you never thought you would or could go there, but you are. I tell you to take your pick. You are shaking, and turn around to leave. You can’t do this. You stand at the doorway. You turn around, and pick your girl. I smile, and begin to touch my dripping cunt. Nothing gets me more excited than taking someone to the dark side.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com