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I’ve Got You Under My Skin

     

      When I crave a man, he has to be something fucking special. When I fall, I fall hard.  I met a musician at my last show, and I have decided he is mine to keep.  Tall, rough, hot, rich with ink and piercings.  What’s not to desire. It was fun for awhile. We met in dark alleys, in abandoned houses, bathrooms, and cemeteries.  I eventually do get bored, and you get possessive.  I tried to end it but, you won’t go away. What do I do? 

You invite me to your home. FUCK ME!! Now he is getting domestic on me. He cooks me dinner, and there is no booze or party favors. I give him one last fuck, because he is amazing in bed.  He begins talking about babies. Wait, what? He told me he was snipped. We are so fucking finished. I just leave.

          I get to thinking that even though I no longer want his dick, no one else can either. There is only one solution. I invite him over for drinks and such. He is super relaxed now.  I come behind him, and stick a needle in his neck. He quickly passes out. I remove his cock and balls quickly. I sew him up so he doesn’t bleed out.  I take his blood, bring it to my tattoo artist, and he uses it as ink.  See how romantic I really am? A part of him will be with me forever. 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Accomplice Wanted

You are feeling sort of restless, a bit uneasy because you don’t understand the freaky thoughts you have been having. No worries, I’ve dealt with dirty, nasty, violent, twisted thoughts my whole life. I could use a worthy accomplice to come play with me.

First of course, I need to know what your pleasure is? Is it younger girls or boys, is it blood sports, are you thinking about raping your hot but dull neighbor? I have all those dirty fucking thoughts and so much more. Trust me, after a session with me, you’ll never think you’re extreme again.

You still thinking your thoughts and inclinations are still hotter and more violent than mine? Cool! Give me a shout, and prove me wrong.

 

 

Written By: Fetishista Frankie
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The Killing Of Mr. F

                     You have a snuff fantasy. How very fucking nice. You don’t really want to die, you just want the excitement and attention. Let’s make your fantasy a reality. Stop your crying, and act like a man!

I have planned it just like you imagined. I sold tickets, they’re about 100 people in the audience just waiting to see the killing of Mr. F! 

You’re already shaking, as I strip you down. Oh fuck me!  It’s just as well I am ending you with a tiny worthless cock like yours. 

                    You look out into the audience seeing my guests, you’re pleading with them to end this madness. You tell them you will return all their money. Really Mr. F?  You can barely pay your rent. 

I help you to the wheel. You’re restrained by your feet and hands. You’re pleading with me to stop. I go slowly as my guests have paid a lot for this show.  I stab you first in your stomach. My guests are cheering. I make flesh wounds all over your worthless body. You’re begging me now to just end you. 

                      My guests are very blood thirsty, and want much more. I slice your thigh. Now I must work fast before you bleed out.

I turn to my audience and ask them what I should do for the finale? They want to see some serious splatter. I smile and kiss you on your trembling lips. I slice your throat from jugular to jugular. My guest are cheering.  Kill Mr. F! Kill Mr. F! 

The blood spurts hitting me and my guests. Perfect end to my show, and to Mr. F.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break your fucking bones, but my strong, muscled legs can do it better. I see you watching me at the gym. You are a fragile little thing, and I wonder just what the fuck you are doing at a gym. Those tiny boy bones would break so fucking easy.

As I work out, breaking a sweat you are still watching. Sort of looks like you want to lick the sweat off of my thighs. Watch your step, little man!

Enough is enough, so let’s have fun with this.

I motion for you to come over and ask you to spot me. I can feel your sweat from your nerves dripping on me as you spot me. It’s rather pathetic in a funny sort of way.

It’s getting late and the the gym is closing. I suggest the old, dark, smelly gym on Harris, where boxers work out.

I now have you just where I want you. I pick you up and spin you around, tossing you on to the ropes. Before you can recover and take a breath, I slam you on the ground. I get on the ground with you and grab your tiny cute little head. “You want to get a closer look in between my strong legs”, I ask. You eagerly place your tiny pumpkin head between my legs. I squeeze, and squeeze till you feel like your head is going to pop like a fucking pimple.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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For His Own Good

You’re very annoyed your wife has asked me to help her out. There’s s no other way to say this, but you’re a pig! She tells me you’re constantly in HR for sexual harassment, and she can’t even invite her friends over. 

I also see the way you looking at me, and I can’t have that. Please understand, I will take a lot of joy in your pain.

You ask me to show you my tits. You laugh and ask for a little fun before you’re no longer a man. 

              Once you’re nude and on my table, I am tempted. You have a very sexy set of big balls, and a big, thick cock. I can’t reward you though for being such a pig. You try and suck one of my nipples, while I am strapping you to the table. I’m tempted to just knock you the fuck out, but you do deserve the pain for your antics. 

      I put a gag on you to keep from hearing your screams. I have neighbors you know. I tell you I’m numbing the area, but actually I’m giving you a bit of a drug to make you super hard and horny. Yes, I take my work seriously. You’re still laughing and don’t believe I will really do it. You think it’s a crazy prank from your friends. Rest assured, they’re next!

 

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Written By: Brianna
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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
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What A Huge Needle

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   I am nothing if not a helpful, community minded girl. I mean people need their vaccinations, and I love stabbing people with needles and such. What could possibly go wrong? 

I turned my artist loft into a make shift medical office. I put up signs and if anyone questions me, I will make them disappear. I really just want to have some fun. Is that too much to ask?

I am all set up, and waiting for my patients.  My first patient shows up, and I even ask him which brand of vaccination he wants. I smile and tell him what we have. Actually, what I do have is LSD, Strychnine, Viagra, and muriatic acid.  The thinks he picks the Pfizer. He actually picked the LSD. What fun this will be.

In minutes he is seeing all sort of insane sights. He is crawling on the floor barking like a dog. What The Fuck? He is trying to hump my leg. I open the door and let him run out in traffic. Ah well, he will be needing more help than I can possibly give him.

My next patient is rather hot, and well built. I give him the Viagra. Then I close the office for a few hours. What do I do now? We are finished fucking and he seems to be hanging around way too long. I explain that I made an error with this shot, and I need to try again.  What will it be?  I  am feeling the strychnine. I am still horny but it’s a need I need to take care of myself. I pull out my largest vibrator , and fuck my wet, hot cunt while he sort of screams and goes into the oddest positions as his body shuts down.

Give me a call to set up your appointment. I promise it will be fast, and very painful. 

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Crown Of Thorns

    Every year women and men flock to my Easter show. It’s like nothing you could possibly imagine. A deviant mix of sex, violence, and blood. This year will be more intense than ever. People are bored and need the kind of release only Malaya can provide.

My guests begin arriving. They look elegant in their gowns and tuxedos.  Sexy girls in bunny outfits are handing out party favors. I welcome all my guest, and the lights are dim.

There is several crosses with girls strapped to them. I place a crown of thorns on each of their innocent heads. I press the crowns as blood trickles down their faces. My audience is getting excited now. I look out and see a few of the men have their cocks out.  How I have missed these shows. Several tiny party favors are walking about sucking cocks, licking pussy’s, and sitting on laps. 

The girls are crying, and begging to not be hurt. My guests are voting on who will be the sacrifice of the night. I invite a few of my guests on stage to rape the girls. The night is going better than I planned, and it is almost time.

They have picked a girl to be sacrificed. I bring my knife to her throat, I smile, and cut her throat from ear to ear. 

My main show is now over, but a few are invited to remain for the second part. Join me in my perverse Easter celebration.

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Heartless

 http://www.smittenkittens.net/Journal/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/Untitled.png It’s almost that day again. What-fucking-ever.  I wonder if men will ever understand that giving me their heart means something else to me. My dark little heart loves collecting hearts, just not how you would imagine.

We go out to an amazing dinner. I tell you I want us both to be totally sober for tonight, so no booze. I need your heart pure and clean. I tease you, flirt with you, even take your hand. You pay the check, and we go to a hotel room. You are surprised I picked such a dark, old, sort of scary hotel. I explain that it’s the perfect atmosphere for our first time. At this point, you would do anything for me, and trust me you fucking will.

    The room is dimly lit, with black candles set up in a pentagram shape. You lay in the middle, and I cut off your clothes. You won’t be needing them now.

You hear rather odd music. You don’t care, you just want to touch, kiss and fuck me. You look around the room and see shadows. I hand you a little pill. I tell you it will enhance our fucking. I straddle over you in a big, shiny knife in my hand. The pill is making you see and feel things more intense. Maybe too intense for you. 

I am kissing you and biting you. As I trace the knife around your heart, you hear chanting. You think it’s the pill. Maybe I gave you some LSD.  Another form is hovering over you. You wonder if I set up a threesome with another hot ass chick. You wonder if you can even keep a hard-on. You feel something, like a sharp pain, maybe a sting of some sort. We both hold your heart in our hands. 

Happy Valentines Day Losers

   

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Goodbye Santa

          http://www.smittenkittens.net/Journal/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/b993c582269053be0df9f40bb6bca9f9.jpg      I  went and had a few drinks after my Burlesque show before my late night plans. This man in a Santa suit was really getting on my fucking nerves. I was feeling wicked and decided to make him my evening plans.

I invited him to have a few drinks with me and slipped something in it. He was feeling dizzy and walked out to the dark alley. My potion worked and soon, he was a slight 2 inches tall.  Poor wee man. I spiked him with my stiletto heel, picked him up and put him in my purse. He should have a blast with all the sharp implements in my leather purse.

Once at my loft, I let him lose on my floor. My cats were chasing him and I told him he better run fast if he wants to survive. The cameras were on and my friends were making bets on his survival. This really was fucking hysterical to watch. The terror in his tiny eyes was making me excited and my pussy needed some attention.

I couldn’t leave my little man alone as he might have gotten eaten or lost. I took my hot glue gun and glued him to the tip of my vibe. I think I heard him scream in pain from the hot glue. Once it cooled, I began to fuck myself. I came so fucking hard, that it drowned the wee man. I guess the only thing left to do was pee him out and flush him.

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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