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After Hours With Maleficent Malaya

 

         A few of my callers will ask why I leave around midnight amal4s I am clearly an after hours girl. After playing deviant games with you fuckers I have other even more depraved plans for my night. You won’t see me getting into bed, anyone’s bed till the sun comes up.

       If you are wondering just how someone gets me into bed, they must have something I crave or need. My fuck buddies are musicians, artists, and men I can stomp on to climb the ladder going down to hell. You? I don’t know what can you do for me. Nothing? Then fuck off you are in the never will touch my beautiful body category. 

       Tonight I am off to a combination Burlesque and sex show. The main show is first then if you didn’t pay a small fortune you are gone.  Go find yourself a cheap crack head whore, if you can get it up again.  Loser!  Unless, of course, you are willing to submit to every and anything I demand. Later bitches.

                           Malayamax@aol.com

 

Annihilate Me He Begs

phone-sex-malaya-2-300x376 Some men just don’t realise who they are talking too. When someone tells me to annihilate them I suppose they assume a few smacks to their balls, kicks to their groin and we are done. The fools know so little about moi. I will tease you, toy with you, slash you, torture and have you begging for the sweet release that only comes with death.

While it was exciting having him in my fragile little hand, it still wasn’t enough. I am always wanting more, the adrenaline rush that comes with torture and the eventual twitching of their body as their heart gives out or they can’t break free of my noose. Wonder just how I finished him off? How about I take you on his path of slow sweet torture so you can see for yourself.

Maleficent Malaya

Leave Their Bodies For The Rats

How you love Summer and I fucking hate it. Heat and  sun makes one unhappy goth girl. You come over to try and  get me to go hunting with you but let’s face it you NEED me  to do it for you. You plead for a while and when all else  fails  you bring out the meth. I do a few lines and I am  beginning  to get in the mood for a hunt but it is dark and  the victims  are all home snuggled in bed.

It doesn’t take long before I have a plan. We can go to  Needle Park where some of the jinkie bitches will have the  little ones with them. I know you prefer them fresh but well  you are desperate and I need to hear cries of pain. We drive  over there and see a few victims huddled together trying  not to see what is going on around them.

You are in luck it seems as the toys are all blonde and  in tiny worn shorts. Thing is their lives suck and they would  be better off fucking dead. We carry the three off with no  one even noticing. Once we get them home we explain just  what is going to happen to them. Too fucking funny, they  are each trying to throw the other under the bus. I slap one  so hard it shuts the other two up.

Now it is playtime! I do another line and watch you tie them up and strip them down. You fuck one at a time making the others watch. Once the first blonde has “expired” you toss her on the floor since the rats in this abandoned building can smell the blood. It is kind of gross to watch, but then again I love twisted, sick things most would hurl at. This is making me hungry but I only like fresh, clean blood and they looked tainted from the start. “Goddess” you beg “I need more little fucktoys”. The sun is up and I am ready for some sleep. We leave the bodies to the rats and you take me home.

Goth Girl Ivy

Sex, Blood And Ivy

I love blood, the way it smells like copper, sticky and sweet. Only problem is a chick just can’t walk around biting people till they bleed. Can she? Plus that would never be enough blood to roll around, drink and fuck in. My lover got a job at hospital and brings home blood packets for him and I since I got him completely fucking addicted.

Last night I wanted to do some blood art so I laid a huge canvas on the floor. He cut off my clothes quickly leaving wonderful bloody trails on my pale skin. I was so fucking excited but I expertly  cut of his clothes licking the bloody trails as I went. Then I cut my tongue for a hot,sweet, sticky bloody kiss. We hung up the blood bags and used pins to make holes so they would drip slowly as we fucked.

I was in the mood for some sweet pain as well. With my pale hands against the wall and my firm ass out he whipped me hard till my back and ass began to spurt blood. His hungry mouth drank my blood as quick as it squirted out.  The succubus was coming out of me from that whipping so I quickly turned around and with my hand around his neck, threw him on his back.

We kissed enjoying the mixtures of blood and I reached up and cut open all the bags of blood. Drenched in blood I started to ride him digging my long claw like fingernails into his strong, slippery sweaty chest. I rode him till we both screamed in animal lust.

Blood Driven Vampire 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!

Happy Gratuitous Violence Day

So whatever tomorrow is that fucked up, made up day where people trade gifts of candy and get fatter. There is only one thing I like about a holiday with a lot of red, and that is red is the color of your blood when I slice your veins.

Men who want to please me know what I want as gifts and that is sharp, shiny things. Fuck, where was I going with this? I just got so into a rape scene, I forgot where I was heading. Ah yes, I have heard rumors that there is this man who fits everything I want. He takes girls, turns them into whores with promises of a better life and when they try to leave he threatens their family. He sounds like a fucking blast.

It gets so much better! Once he finds that special chick, she goes straight up the ladder to accomplice. Torture and snuff with a crowd of people who paid a large price watching. Sounds a little like Hostel which is one of my movies to get my hot, little snatch off with.

I was told about several of the spots he frequently visits so I find myself in a quandary when I find him. Do I make it clear I could be the best fucking accomplice he ever had or so I just seduce him, off him and take his place. Some white, a little red and screams always helps me to think. Call me and I might tell you what I decided on. Maybe I will be the one in need of an accomplice.

Now I Own You

Most men need an accomplice when it comes to unspeakable deeds they can’t do alone.  Here is the thing, once I am involved how long till another finds out. My fucking mom always said that once another person is involved, how can it be a secret.  I hate to admit it but the old bitch is right. I tend to get a little mouthy when I drink and do the drugs of my choice, and I do that a fucking LOT!

You need help, I love money so it works out perfect for me. Just remember, I know everything you did and I keep the proof safe for when I want something.  You look at me and quietly say I helped so I am just as liable. How will you prove it perv? I can lie my way out of any situation, so you are fucked.

You say you want out? Judging from the ruined Littles on the floor it is a tad too late. It was too late the moment you told me of your addiction.  My favorite line in Hell raiser certainly applies to this situation…”Oh, no tears please. It is a waste of good suffering”

You called? I came. Evil Goth Girl Ivy

Ho Ho Ho You Big Fat Fuck

Christmas, whatever. I guess it keeps the annoying brats and mind numbing housewives off the streets. The stores are packed and the big, fat fucks are getting tired and most annoyed with nose running, greedy spawns sitting on their laps. I wonder what goes through their minds when they have a cute tiny ass sitting on them asking for gifts. Too fucking funny. I am waiting for the stores to close and the Santa’s to hit the bars. I can’t say I blame them after the day they had holding back that urge.

I quietly slink into a booth slamming down shots and waiting.  A man still in his stupid red suit approaches me. What comes out of his mouth is just too typical to repeat and I don’t do typical. I let him buy me a few drinks as he gets blasted. I help him out and to my car. I guess even jolly old fat fucks need sex. We get to my house and I help him down the stairs. Yes, I pushed him but help is help so be grateful I say.

When he comes to, he is stripped down and tied spread eagle on an old stained mattress. This is always one of my favorite parts when my prey becomes fully lucid. They are terrified. They might act like it is okay and that I will be sensually having my way but I can smell fear, and I thrive on it.  Then as I tease him with a knife and I tell him a little story about my mother’s dead boyfriend and our first Christmas together. Ah, he is now shaking, begging, crying and telling me he would never do such a thing. Sure, what the fuck ever. I am blood thirsty even more than normal. I guess it is those ugly red suits or maybe just maybe I just like playing with my knife.

Did I castrate him? Of course, I fucking did and then I gave him a choice. He could bleed out or I could take a hot curling iron and close the wound. He is screaming to loud to answer and I see his eyes begin to roll back in his HO HO HO fat ass face. Bu bye Santa!

Evilest of holidays to all. Snuff Queen Malaya

Little Dead Thing

I get so many deviant requests and for a price I will do it all. A male friend of mine had gone as far as he ever thought he would by almost choking the life out of one of his party favors. That just left him wanting more, and when he wants more I get more. It is a win fucking win situation.

I admit, I teased and pried and got it out of him after a few lines. He didn’t want her to die while fucking her, he wanted her already cold, dead and turning blue. We agreed on a price as I would need someone to procure her for me. The deal was fair as this was one of those I planned on selling the dvd’s to snuff fans. Well fucking technically she was already rat bait.

He met me at one of the locations we shift to and from and there was his victim. Can it really be a victim if she is already dead? I admit, how she died is another story for another time. His cock sprung up the minute he saw her and her bluish skin. There was no wasting time for him, no playing, looking or inspecting. I guess he wasn’t ready YET for the smell of a rotting corpse. I had to calm him down and give him another line as people weren’t going to pay big money for a 2 minute fuck clip of a dead girl.

When he took his first plunge it was deep and fast, his face had the look of a maniac. Quite sexy, if you like maniacs.  My crew was getting worked up more than normal and a needle to each of their mainlines did the trick. Soon we were done and the clean up crew did whatever the fuck it is they do. I do adore my twisted friends.