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A Kiss With Her Blood

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   It starts with a bloody kiss, a kiss from the blood on my lips where I licked the razor cut. It is tinged with the white powder where you broke the white rock on her ass cheek. There is no way to describe the feeling, so hot, so erotic and I sometimes wonder if the feeling could ever be so intense again? Of course it is; every fucking time we plot, hunt and capture our victim. Picture the first time you broke a virginal cherry, tasted her sweet cunt juice or felt the needle pierce your skin.

With that first bloody kiss, we jumped down the proverbial Rabbit Hole, never to return or regain our sanity. She sits in the corner, makeup smeared and begging for more. Yet she knows more means she will be used more. Even in her battered and torn state, she is plotting on how to become an accomplice for us, how to toss one of her little friends under the bus. This is how it begins, our unending supply of party favors that all began with late night plotting and a bloody kiss.

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Something Cold and Metal in My Hand

     MALAYA MAXXXYou know I am a mutilate, slice and chop it off kind of chick but sometimes a shiny new implement is called for. This doesn’t happen often but when I see a pair of trophy balls there are decisions to be made on just how slowly I will annihilate them.

He had no fucking idea who he was dealing with. He thought I was a little bitch who didn’t know her way around an elastrator. He dared to think I was a fuck toy for him to use. Just because knives and blood are my preference it doesn’t mean I am not schooled in the art of castration. What is man but a stud who once he has outlived his worth castration is the only answer.

After some playful ball tugging, slapping and twisting, he was eager to be banded.  Somehow he thought that would make our fucking better. Like a junkie when he ties off to get his veins popping out and then that rush when the belt is loosened up.  He thought we were just playing.  Maybe he was playing, but me? Not so much!

    I don’t think he understood my little game of tease and destroy. His balls began to swell over the bands where my removing them would cause some nicks on those trophy balls. I do love that option but then again to leave them banded so no blood flows to them and they eventually shrivel and fall off. Decisions, decisions.

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Written By: Malaya Maxx
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Scream For Me Bitch

   

malaya  You need it dark , violent, satanic and out right sick: and at those times, only Moi will do. I am not some sweet submissive type goth chick looking for her goth boi. I am dark, I am the night terrors you had as a child that never went away. I don’t seek love, I seek total submission and the sounds of screams echoing through my basement. My shiny collection of knives and swords aren’t just for show, they are for torture and blood splatter.

You asked to play in my world, silly boy don’t you know that is like calling for the Cenobites from their sadomasochistic underworld. “Come To Mommy” she wants to play with you. I need to show you the strange excitement of coming while expiring like sour milk. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?

Written By: Malaya Maxx
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Deviant Sex Freak Ivy

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I know in my blogs it seems like it is only the men that lust for the little baby birds, but that is so far from the truth. Why do you think I urge them, help them and talk so much about it? It is because it gets my beautiful inked cunt dripping wet as well. I get so hot, wet and excited my sticky pussy juice runs down my pale leg.

I push them to take pictures to bring to me, I promise them rewards beyond their dreams if they play my twisted games. I even *gasp* kissed one of my p-daddy partners in sin with my mouth tasting of her twat juice. I know you want me, your goth chick almost as much as you want the little ones. You think about the goth girl, the goddess you could never have.

How nasty can we get? How much can we sin? Just thinking about our last session is making me crave something. I imagine her turning blue, taking her last breath as you empty your balls in her tiny twat with my black claws around her neck choking her and piercing her skin.

Twisted Goth Bitch Ivy

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Devil With An Angel Face

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Men tell me I have the most angelic face, and they couldn’t imagine me being anything but sweet. Looks can be very deceiving can’t they? I am anything but a sweet, innocent submissive chick. Just for fun, why don’t you give it a fucking try. Ask me out to go see a chick flick, bring me pink roses and gift certificates to mundane stores and restaurants. Let’s just see what that gets you? 

There is three things I want from a man and all that depends on the type of man you present yourself as. You can be my little sissy bitch and suck dicks dressed like a little girl while I catch it all on film. How do you like that option? 

Our second option and that does get my deviant little mind excited, that is to slowly torture you till there is nothing left of you but a bloody pulp.  I play rough and I am sadistic, but you can have the satisfaction in knowing it DID fucking excite me.

Then there is a third kind of man, a very special man that you most likely aren’t. He gets the best fuck of his whole life but sadly for him, I will most likely choke him at that special moment where the bitch in heat explodes.

 

Written By: Malaya Maxx
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Beg For Mercy Little Bitch

      

IVY You have this weird fondness for blonde Cheerleaders but you know I can’t stand the sight of those dumb little bitches. You ask me for a huge favor, and you know nothing with me comes for free. At first you tell me you just want me to invite a few over and claim it is a party. If nothing else you know they love partying with older goth chicks. A party at my house is always something to gossip with their insipid friends about. 

You watch from the window as three tiny, blonde underage girls arrive. They are loud and giggly..I fucking hate that.  You make yourself scarce as you know they don’t like you very much. They ask me when more people are arriving and I tell them they are early so have some absinthe. They giggle since they know about absinthe from the Twilight movies they have seen. ROLFLMFAO. After a few drinks I explain that no one else is coming. With your help I change them into fishnets, pvc and Demonia boots. They look like little whores by the time I am done.

I was under the impression you wanted to fuck them, but you don’t. Your revenge is outright brutal! They are pretty high at this point and I shoot speedballs into their tender virgin veins. A waste of drugs in my opinion, but you are paying so fuck it. One is crying and begging to go home, the other two are too high to care. 

What you want next is so sick and I fucking adore you for it. We tell the little sluts to decide which one gets the fuck beat out of her and raped with implements.  We promise the other two they can leave when they are done. You sit in the chair watching, stroking your p-cock. Soon the smallest is down on the ground with her ‘friends” cutting off her clothes. The rape her with a spiked baseball bat and a broken bottle. Group mentality has taken hold, or maybe it is the drugs and after raping her to her cries for mercy they begin to stomp her with the boots I put on them.

You get up from the chair and practically have to pull the girls away. You cum all over the one of the ground and piss in her face. The two friends are cheering….They better not get to comfortable in their surroundings as we kind of lied about letting them go free.

               

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Let’s Play A Game

HarleyHey babe, hope everyone is off to a start of a fucking awesome weekend.  I am in one of my moods, a really dirty, depraved mood! I want to play a little game and we will call it, “try and shock Harley.” I know you guys have some wicked thoughts that you keep hidden and I want to hear them all. The sicker and twisted, the sexier! So give it your best shot.

Now, this game can’t be just one sided, can it? Hell fucking no, it can’t. If you don’t shock me and make me cum with your nastiest role-play, thoughts, maybe even something you have done; then it is my turn to shock you! Are you game or are you going to run away like a little bitch?

Just in case you need some help here are some examples of the things I love to talk about:

Family Fun, humiliation, torture, snuff and stuff, sensual seduction, gang bangs, orgies, sissy boys, sexy but enticing situations.

Hey now, if you don’t want to play the game I just gave you some sweeter options. Either way- let’s play!

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Bitch In Heat Malaya

Malaya Max   Sometimes I am all about getting fucked and fucked hard. No names, no worship, no tribute just rough fucking. A trip to an after hours club and you are mine for the night.You aren’t exactly my type, but then who really is? What you are is sexy, muscled, you know how to dress and you clearly have a huge cock.  I know more about you than you could imagine since I have been stalking you like prey the last week.

You try to be romantic, sickly sweet really and that could grow rather tiring to moi fast. So I take you to a hotel, I already have the key. You are questioning things yet again, talking way to much. You ask why just a seedy hotel for a queen like me. All I can think in my head is SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I push you down on the bed, you are amazed at my strength. I rip my own dress off and unzip your well fitting Levi’s. I begin to ride you, no foreplay, just hard fucking. You look at my exquisite face and see it has changed to evil and demanding. I ride you harder, screaming in pleasure as my hands find your throat. You want to pull me off of you but you can’t as no pussy has ever felt like mine before. You feel my black fingernails digging into your neck as I choke you harder, your eyes roll back in your head. I call to the desk, to clean up my mess.

MalayaWritten By: Malaya Max
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Snort it, Drink it, Fuck It

   IVY

 It seems like the people in my life are always craving more.  They might try and stay away from the deviant insanity that is Ivy, but it never lasts for very long. One of my callers even joined some sort of addiction group to get away from me. WTAF, really? I mean if we are to be completely fucking honest, it is he who picks up his phone.

Of course, an addiction is an addiction and why the fuck would I try and fix the broken, heal the sick or make a perv vanilla. Don’t you get it, I want all your money! Every bit of it, till you are so maxed out you just might have to hit the streets to talk to me.

So, sure join that support group, flush your powder down the toilet; but you’ll be back for more because you are an addict, and I take you places no one else can.

IvyWritten By: Poison Ivy
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Phone Sex With Goth Girl Ivy

     Goth girls have always been your weakness from the top of our ivy13ever changing hair color, to our porcelain skin down to our perfect boot covered feet. In school you craved us but were scared but now you are ready to play and there is no stopping your lust. Men say I am that white powder on their mirror next to the blade that is so addicting but they can’t stop. They promise themselves just one more time and they will be done. 

No one else knows your deviant sexual urges like I do. That other addiction you can’t speak of, more addicting than any drug out there. That fateful night you found “that” site the one you couldn’t fucking look away from. You even prayed for help, help that it would be gone when you went back because you are too weak to stop on your own. It wasn’t gone was it? Pathetic really, yet exciting.

I am the devil on your shoulder that urges you on, just one more time. I am the voice you can’t forget that understands your craving. I am the succubus from hell that will never let you give up those twisted desires because you only live once now! 

                                    Goth Girl Ivy