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Nightmare at The Emily Morgan

malaya maxxxI met you at a party where we danced, drank and flirted. I thought you were interesting in a sort of nerdy way. I had no idea most of the time what the fuck you were rambling about with  gaming, and superhero shit. All I really noticed was you had a pretty mouth if you only shut the fuck up I could find a use for it.

The hotel was wicked with neo gothic architecture and furnishings. Rumors were: at one time it was an orphanage where several little fuckers disappeared and housed an asylum as well. Some of us got rooms to stay for the night and at 3:33 am the doors were locked till morning.

You and your friends were staying to try and take pictures with the hotels reputation. Classic!! I had other plans. I took all my accoutrements out of my overnight bag and got prepared to raise a little hell. You were alone in the study when you saw me standing there, eyes glowing and nude. I grabbed you by your neck and tossed you on the floor. I ripped off your clothes and stomped your balls with my heels. You tried to call out for your friends but no one was coming to help you.

Hours later you woke with hand prints on your neck, claw marks down your body, and a strap-on shoved in your ass. The room smelled like sex, and your dick was sore and had dried cum on it. At least you thought it looked like dried cum. You tried to find me, knocked on my door, asked the men who opened the hotel back up. Looks like you imagined me!

Maleficent Malaya

 

Written By: Malaya Maxx
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Follow Me To Hell

Ivy  I am goth so every fucking day is Halloween to me. Black clothes, vampire boys, absinthe, cemeteries, spells, bloodletting and erotic dancing to Christian Death. Welcum to my world. If I have let you in it is for one of three reasons.You are either an amazing fuck, you need an accomplice which you will pay for with your very soul or I feed off your night terrors. I can sniff out which one you are in a bloody heartbeat. 

This blog is about the men who love Halloween for one reason and that is the little costumed darling’s knocking at their door. I wonder who makes such sexy Halloween costumes for little girls to wear and tempt you? Maybe it is Lucifer himself!  Halloween is the night you wait for, dream about and tremble with anticipation. Baby nurses, storybook characters, saloon girls all dressed in sheer tempting costumes. Your addiction gets so far out of hand you beg me to lock you up, keep you from doing what will take your soul. Trust me, having a soul is overrated.

As the sun goes down you wait for the knocks, you peek out your window stroking you p-cock and you actually pray to god for this night to end. God has forgotten you, he has forgotten us all.

I join you, as I have no soul to worry about and my hands need to feel a fragile neck, one that would break like a twig. Join me in my sadistic games of pleasure. The time is now!

  

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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You Can’t Escape me

 Oh Danny, how hivy10ard you tried to stay away from me. You went to church, you read your bible and you decided to wait till marriage and only fuck to procreate. My jaw actually hurts from laughing so fucking much. What the actual fuck did you think was going to happen. Maybe the rapture. ROTFLMFAO!!

I am an evil goth bitch and once I get my blood red claws on you there is no escaping. I went on with the business off fucking men up while you YAWNS, tried to be a good boy. Now you are back craving me and my heathen ways.

          What shall I do with you Danny? Shall I make you use your precious bible as a toilet?  Maybe I should make you fuck one of your sweet girls from your church on the altar or in the confessional. We have wine, we have “the body of Christ” and now I have you!!

 Sin with Goth girl Ivy

      

Shoot your load all over the open bible

       Looks like Danny has an Ivy addiction and it is making him do veryivy4-4

 

irreverent and impious acts. It doesn’t really matter where you sin, it is just the fact you are sinning. I invite Danny over with promises of a wholesome night of  gaming. WTAF Danny? Do you actually believe I would do anything pure and sweet?

He arrives at my house to find me in a black hooded robe and nothing more. My den is dark with candles and a bible open on the floor.  I make Danny get down on his knees with the bible open to this page…  

19 The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery;
20 idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions
21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.

I laugh as Danny looks guilty, scared and mortified.”Do you believe any of this goddamned shit”, I ask Danny. He is mumbling something and my robe falls open. He can’t help but stare at my beautiful cold, pale skin and his cock is already hard. I demand he takes out his cock and stroke it while I read the bible verse over and over first in whisper then in chanting. 

He is begging me to stop, to let him leave but I put the bible under his hard cock and demand he stroke for Mother Mary The Cunt Of Babylon. His face is flushed and his balls are hard and full of jizz. Do it Danny, do it cum all over the goddamned fucking bible

Goth Girl Ivy 

Let Me Take You To Hell

    I stick out my tongue taking the white wafer into my mouth as I look at the Priest who has my cunt juice all over his face. He begins to shake and in his head is begging God to forgive his pathetic ass. I quietly say “God?  There is no fucking god”. He wonders if anyone else heard me. He is trying hard to concentrate but he has visions of me riding the crucifix as he jerks off  all over a statue of Virgin Mary. 

As I tell you the story you are disgusted yet excited as your dick doesn’t lie. You are a good Catholic boy and I always fucked with your head when we were in Catholic school together. You go with me into the huge quiet church because you would do anything I ask of you…ANYTHING!  I find the super sweet red wine..the fucking blood of Christ as it is called. I take a big gulp and snort some coke off Mother Mary. You start to leave feeling conflicted and tormented.

I block your way making you watch me deepthroat a huge crucifix. Your dick is rock hard and you can’t control your blasphemous feelings. Soon your big dick is out and your are feverishly stroking it as I shove the crucifix in my ass and another in my inked, bald cunt.   You cum hard all over the altar and you are ashamed. I laugh at you and drag you into a confessional where I fuck your brains out. 

                                 Sin With Ivy

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Fucking Phone Sex Daddy On Her Grave

Ever since mom passed away,  I had this special tradition.  She was always a pain in my ass with her Catholic rules and I wanted to dance on her grave when she was finally gone. Fucking Cunt! So, every year on that anniversary I would dance nude to Stigmata on her grave. What I didn’t know was that daddy always followed me and wanked off watching.

This year I saw him behind the trees. We had a lot of wind and rain which not only blew off most of the leaves he hid behind but made things rather muddy. I was drinking, smoking a bit and dancing in the mud when I heard my dad’s voice.  He asked me what the fucking hell I was doing but in his haste he fucking forgot to zip back up. He grabbed me my my shoulder and when I tried to pull away we both slipped in the mud.

“Fuck me daddy, right here on the bitch’s grave”, I whispered in his ear.  He pushed his tongue in my warm wet absinthe tasting mouth as he shoved his dick in my wet, creamy fuckhole. I wrapped my legs around his back as he pounded me hard. I have always wanted to fuck him, I mean my daddy is hot and apparently he always wanted me. Now we have a yearly tradition! At least the bitch was good for one thing!

Goth Girl Ivy

Don’t Get The Wrong Idea Bitch

I know I have made it clear I am into pain, snuff and all things absofuckinglutely demented and depraved. I also love getting ink, and piercings and going out and getting wasted, dancing and whatever brings me pleasure …BUT….I do love fucking! Maybe just not with you. ROFLMFAO.

There are several kind of men and women that make my adorable, hot little twat wet and I wonder if that man is sometimes on the end of the phone. Do you look at my pictures and wonder what if you could have someone like me? Fucking doubtful dicksock.  I wonder what your wife would think if she saw you licking your laptop with your wormy dick out?

I know you imagine me riding you with my delicate hand wrapped around your throat. Do you wonder, are you scared, or do you need me to keep going till there is no life left in your worthless body.  Stop wondering and call me as the worst that can happen is I tell you to fuck off and hang up on you or the best thing will be….I don’t know that depends on our chemistry. There was this man last night….well piss off I don’t give anything away.

Maleficent Malaya

Without Repercussions

What if there was a special kind of day? If you know me at all, you can guess what would be legal for 12 hours.  It would be similar to the movie The Purge but my way. Of course, I say make it 24 hours to get out all those feeling that have been building up inside of you driving you mad. Imagine just going out picking up any pretty package you want and doing whatever demented act you were driven to commit.

Are you scared to actually snatch a present off of the shelf? That is where I come in, of course. I am fearless, and being an accomplice is my specialty.  Just keep a few things in mind when it comes to rules and restrictions…there fucking is none!  Since rape is an act of violence and control why stop with just that. I have a blood lust that must be filled. It is either her or perhaps you! Imagine the ease of not having to go in hiding and worry about DNA?

I know your sick urges go way beyond what you have confessed to me. No? That is fine with me as once you go on your way to TRY and snang one without me I will finish the Little’s off in Ivy style. I do wonder if you have the balls to handle taking one on your own?  Ready for some Anarchy with Goth Girl Ivy? Think you can hang?

Goth Girl Ivy, join me or run!

Match Made in Heaven

If you’re a phone sex connoisseur and enjoy looking at girls profiles you specifically look to see if they have no taboos. Most girls say they have no limits but when you call them with your fantasy she’s like umm… Well, hehe I don’t do that. What a waste of time, right?

I do it all and I love it all! I am a slut in my personal life and on the phone. I think sluts are more carefree and open and when you truly are one like me, it really makes a twisted fuck fantasy come to life. I love when your fantasy takes a turn to the dark side, my pussy gets wetter and I find myself getting off with whatever objects I can find to fuck my horny, dirty holes.

Are you ready to meet your match? Someone who will actually get off on Scat, Snuff, Kidnapping, Castration, Farm Fun and of course my favorite, Blasphemy. Let me show you what No Taboo really means.

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Fuck Me, Then Fuck Off!

There are a few of the privileged that do get to fuck me, mostly dudes in bands or artists. Your average guy, it just isn’t going to happen. More than likely, you’re one of those that will only get one thing from me, and that is pain and lots of it. These stiletto boots are made for a lot more than dancing.

You can buy me a drink, but then get lost or get it tossed in your face. Yes, I am a dark and sexy bitch, so deal with it. Now, yes let’s get back to the subject at hand; all you will ever get to do is read or hear about it.

I was looking incredible and feeling pretty good on the drinks you bought me. The singer pulled me up on stage and I rubbed my hot ass against him while chicks and dudes watched in envy. Music was over and he grabbed my hand and took me to the band room, fuck room whatever. My creamy, silky pussy that you will never have was ready to unzip his leather pants and ride him.

Yeah, there was other bitches sucking dick but I just wanted to fuck. I rode him till I exploded and was done. I straightened my dress as he stared at me confused. What? It is all about me no matter how hot you are. So fuck off!

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