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Spend a Depraved Halloween With Ivy

To me, every day is Halloween. When you do something every day you become rather fucking excellent at it.  There is no angel on one shoulder and devil on the other. With me, it is pure devil. Not that anything about me is pure.

What do you get when you call me? You get a depraved, twisted, filthy, deviant, extreme session. One that you will never forget, and possibly hate yourself in the morning for your thoughts.

You arrive at my house. It’s dark, and almost looks like there is no one home. You can hear music, screams and sobbing. You wonder if you even have the right place. It sounds like no party you’ve ever attended. You’re scared, yet titillated at the same time. I invite you in, and show you to the party favors. You decline at first wanting to keep your wits about you, but then decide to live for just once.

I take you down a dark stairway to my basement. The sounds are getting much louder. We walk past some dancers, but they’re not for you. They are too old for your taste. Tastes you’ve kept hidden for so long. I take you to the toy room. The live dolls are dressed in many styles to fit your pedo desires. Some are dressed like me, some as schoolgirls, some as cheerleaders and so on. You’re interested, but in that room the girls are rather mundane.

There is another room, but it seems very quiet. You’re curious so I take you in there. You can’t believe what you see. In your wildest dreams you never thought you would or could go there, but you are. I tell you to take your pick. You are shaking, and turn around to leave. You can’t do this. You stand at the doorway. You turn around, and pick your girl. I smile, and begin to touch my dripping cunt. Nothing gets me more excited than taking someone to the dark side.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
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No One Understands You Like I Do

I love to study people, see what makes them tick. I know why I am such a demented, twisted, sex crazed bitch, but what about you? Were you born like that, a genetic defect in your perverted head, or did you just find it happening over time?

I notice how certain words push you over the edge, somethings are really sick and twisted, I just can’t say in my blog. 

Come closer and I will whisper it in your sick, addicted ear. I will shout it out until you can’t breathe. Face it, you’re an Ivy Junkie because no one else understands you like it do. Stop resisting, I am waiting.

 Your addiction,

Goth Girl Ivy

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Losing Your Mind

 Ice Cream shops closed, zoos closed, parks closed, and schools closed.  A man like you needs to have options, and with quarantine you have none. Such a pity isn’t it?  I know that for people like you planning is half of the fun. I’ve been planning for weeks all the deviant things I will do when finally free! So Perv, let’s plan.

I wonder what she will look like, her age, and most of all the nasty, twisted things we’ll do to her or them? I know when this is finally over, you’ll go on a bit of a spree. Of course, a depraved spree needs lots of fucking planning. 

Maybe you don’t even need to leave your home. She is right there with you looking so sweet, and innocent. Sort of hot, isn’t it perv?

How about a little twist on our fun? I have a little friend here with me, she is just so fucking cute. You tell me all the things you want me to do to her. You know you’ve been dying to try and take the lead.  

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Forgive Me Father For I have Sinned

         My closest married friend has the cutest son. He loves hanging out with me. We listen to music, dance together, and he tells me about all his secrets he won’t share with his mom. He also comes to me for advise about girls.

Last night he came over as he needed some advise. I was already feeling no pain, and I offered him a few party favors. The more he talked, the more I just wanted to fuck the shit out of him. He told me that sometimes girls tell him he is just way too big. Of course, me being me, I suggested he show me so I can tell him if they’re right. Can a male ever be too fucking big? Not hardly!

     Well Father, I make this confession to you not because I feel I was wrong, but because I want to do it again and again. I also can’t tell her so I am telling you. I also want to fuck her and her son at the same time. The things I want to do to them both would even give a Priest a boner. I wonder if I have given you on, Father? I also wonder if that boner you’re now sporting is for me, her or her adorable well hung son?

     I will think of you, Father while I am fucking both of them. Will you be thinking of us while you’re wanking off in the Confessional?

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
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BBC For Valentine’s Day

We make a connection at the bar. You’re wondering if all the rumors you heard about goth girls are true. You say all the typical things men say to me. You ask me why I am alone on Valentine’s Day. I am beginning to get fucking bored, so I walk away and hit the dance floor. You’re mesmerized as you watch me. I sit back down and you bring me some lame ass white wine. I laugh at you and tell you I have a much more refined palette when it comes to booze. It is around 2 am and I have better places to go to. 

You begin to tell me your fetish. Now you have my full attention! You ask me what goth boys are like in bed, and I tell you they’re insipid boring little creatures. It looks like we both have the same proclivity towards big, thick, beautiful black cocks.

We make plans for later. You understand that you’ll be the subbie in this tryst. We go to a very scary, but totally cool end of the city. I book a very sleazy hotel for us. I have you strip and restrain you to the bed. Such a nasty looking room and I fucking love it! I begin to text some of my hot as fuck black male friends. That wee little thing between your legs is getting rock hard. Dude, even my clit is bigger than that mess in between your legs. 

The men begin arriving. I sit in the big chair and begin to finger my hot, dripping pussy as I watch them take you over and over again. This is going to be a very long night for you, so I pass around the party favors. This is one Valentine’s Day I will remember!

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Taking What I Want

                        I know just what you need before you even figure it out. It isn’t always about the age, but about the power I give you. Without my help, you’re powerless. That is why I am the first one to call when you feel the urge to hunt.

Last night when you called it was about a mother and daughter that is friends with your wife. They’re teasing bitches and we can’t let that fly.  They’re rape meat for you. Last night you took it a bit further. We snuffed them out so there would be no fucking witnesses. It was so fucking hot that I went and found myself a little treat when we were done. 

You were upset that I went out on my own to hunt.  Sometimes it needs to just be about me and my deviant nature. Plus, there was just one thing. We all have someone in our lives that we consider untouchable. I own you and all that you love. The pretty little thing in the pink room in your house was something I wanted. I took what I wanted. Don’t worry, I left you the remains.

Poison Ivy for all the fantasies that are dark and utterly disturbing.

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

May All Your Fantasies be Dark

     Happy Halloween month you perv! I know just what you’re fucking thinking. You want this year to be different. You’re so excited and you know just what and who you want. She is older than you’re used to, but she is so hot in a chubby, big tits sort of way. You’ve worked for her for many years. She is bossy, rude, and you can’t stand her. You want to hurt her. You’re waiting for all the Halloween excitement. Adorable little ones are everywhere. People are drinking, drugging and going to parties. This is your night to strike.

You knock on her door and she thinks it is kids. When she opens the door with a big, fake smile you push the taser into her round tummy. She convulses and falls on the floor. You look around to see if anyone was watching. They weren’t. You look at her body and quickly strip her. She wakes up to find herself bound to the bed. She tries to scream, but it gets stuck in her throat. You know what she is so frantic about. You picked her for two reason and the second one is in her pretty pink Laura Ashley bedroom. 

The bitch tries to give you what you want. All she can think of is the girl in the pink bedroom. You fuck the life out of her and finish with your strong hands around her neck. Just when her life is slipping away, you whisper in her ear that next you will be heading to the pretty pink bedroom.

Happy Halloween! May all your fantasies be dark and deviant.

 

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
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End Of Summer Madness

    It is almost Fall, and I can’t wait till the cool weather hits. You on the other hand hate when the weather cools off. So many naughty things for you to see in the Summer. Little babes in their tiny bikini’s and shorts. Parents too busy to take notice of what and where they are going. This is your time of the fucking year. Isn’t it perv?

You look me up, and see I have moved on from you.  You beg and plead for just one more hunt. I agree but at a large cost. There is always a cost to you!

We go to the lake, and watch for a bit. So many hot baby birds swimming, sunning, and your favorite. The soccer moms don’t pay attention, they’re too busy chatting with their boring normal friends. You admit they’re hot, but it isn’t your style. I see her out of the corner of my eye. Tiny, with a tight little body, and a perfect mouth. Oh, the things you will do to that mouth. 

She looks thirsty, so I hand her a bottle of soda. Her mom never lets her drink that sugary garbage, but since she will be expired soon it really doesn’t matter. She drinks it down, and the pill hits quickly. We get her in your car, and we drive to that nasty hotel on the feeder road. Old crack hotels seem to have a lot of character, but more importantly it has many ways to dispose of trash. 

It has been way too long for us. Let Poison Ivy rock your world, and destroy hers.

 

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Summer Is Here Losers

http://www.smittenkittens.net/Journal/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/ivy-black-text.jpgSummer is here losers! What do you fuckers have planned? It has been way to long since we went hunting, and I am so ready for some deviant fun. The tiny birds are in their summer clothes and that makes you lose your mind. You’ve been a good boy and stayed away from me, but then that makes me bored. Maybe I should go hunting on my own, take tons of pictures and then tease the fuck out of you.
There is always the possibility you have lost your urge for the little ones. Doubtful! Let’s just say you have, but you’re still a submissive bitch who worships my beautiful ass. No worries then bitch. I do love bondage, cuckolding, extreme role play, and forced rape fantasies. Let’s just say I am a one stop goth chick. Even I do have my fucking limits! No fucking vanilla calls.

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Fuck Up Their World

You are looking at my pictures, bio, blogs and wondering yet again if I would give you the time of day. I only like certain types of men. I understand how the deviant mind works and I fucking embrace it. Do you think you might be fucked up enough in the head to cum play with me? You have these thoughts, sick and twisted, and you don’t think anyone will understand you. That is why you keep coming back to my page and wondering.

Stop being such a fucking pussy. Are you shy, never done this before? I have many, many times and nothing excites me more than a man who can keep up with me.

I was coming home after a late night , and the little ones were just going to school. I saw one for you, perfect in her innocence. I know you’re a P-daddy. The little birds drive you insane. Let’s plot, lets pick one out, and let’s destroy her little world.

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
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