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A Bit of Poison With Your Pleasure

The men and women in my life try so hard to forget me. The places I take them terrifies them, but it also excites them more than they ever thought possible. For that reason, you must take your Poison with your pleasure.

Your hand is shaking, you say “hello” in this little scared voice. 

You start with questions, way to many fucking questions. I promise you, I will make you use a ball gag if you don’t shut it with the annoying questions.  

Now you are doing all the tiresome things men do when they don’t want to be honest with me. Nothing is too extreme or violent for me. You cannot shock me, you never could. You like them young? Silly, stupid man. So do I. 

After our call, you might try to forget me. You can’t, can you? Be brave for once, take what it is you crave. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Sticks And Stones

Aren’t you just the cutest fucking man. How fucking small are you?  I could pick you up and toss you like a rag doll. It excites you to see how tiny you are standing next to me.

You glance at my strong, muscular thighs and wonder if they could pop your head like a pimple. The sexy things I could do to those frail bones of yours. The veins in your tiny neck are sticking out so much, I could hit them tossing my knife. 

I wonder if you would pass out from the pain before I snapped all your frail bones. Let’s fucking find out.

  I take your hand in mine and bend it back till bones snap. Then I take you hip in my hand and standing behind you I snap your hip bone. It’s okay, I can hold up your tiny little body. Of course, it’s more rewarding watching you fall to the hard floor. 

    My favorite part is his tiny feet. The pain I can inflict on those is unbelievably exciting. With him on the ground, I begin jumping up and down on his thin chest.  Sexy!  I just love the sound of breaking, and splintering bones. 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Perfectly Evil

Tell me what you would do for me? I know that I would do fucking nothing for you unless I had something to gain. I watched Penny Dreadful last night and got fucking hot and wet watching a lovely woman choke a man to death as she rode him. Well I can’t say you would be lucky enough to get my pussy while I choked you.

The more he thrashed around, the more excited I got. Her beautiful pale, cold powerful hand taking his life as she came all over his worthless cock. I don’t look that strong, do I? You would be surprised what I do in a wild sexual frenzy.

If you don’t want to be snuffed out while I ride you, letting you in my tight, silky pussy, then bring me a present. Something sweet, fresh and fuckable. What do you get in return? Nothing but my scorn for being too much of a little cunt to let me abuse you. My sissy boi’s would do anything for me.  Are you really a sissy boi in hiding. Call me so we can figure that out.

Perfectly Evil Malaya

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Email: malayamax@aol.com

 

 

 

 

 

What is Useless, Swollen, and Blue, and Purple All Over?

  I know just what your tired and sick of it all wife wants for Christmas. She has been my closest friend since grade school and I intend to give her exactly what she wants.  Of course, I will need a little bit of help from you, her husband. 

I invite you over for a few drinks and a chat. You’re so fucking excited. Knowing you, I bet you’re thinking she wants something so hot and sexy like a threesome with me. Oh honey, you couldn’t be so far from the sad truth. 

As soon as you arrive, you mumble something about my tits and the things you would do to them.  You’re every bit the annoying pig your wife says you are. I really must put a stop to this! 

We have a few drinks and I get you to strip for me. You’re rock hard and for a brief second, your cock is tempting but, not today or ever. 

I tell you I want to be super kinky and do it on my massage table covered in plastic. That makes your cock twitch. You eagerly let me put your hands and feet in restraints. 

I strip down to next to nothing, as I watch your eyes go huge. I start to kiss down your chest, down to your stomach. I look up at you and smile. What is that glinting in my teeth?  You feel a sharp implement on your balls and a sudden gush of something warm.  

 

Written By: Brianna
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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
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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
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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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Email: malayamax@aol.com

 

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
Call  Malaya @ 1-866-659-8370
Email: malayamax@aol.com

 

 

 

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
Call  Malaya @ 1-866-659-8370
Email: malayamax@aol.com