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Twisted and Violent

It takes a lot to get me excited and a fucking hell of a lot to get me off.  Some of you men and your boring vanilla calls and role-plays do nothing for me. I need to be stimulated in the most fucked up of ways.

Care to join me?

                           Filthy, nasty, twisted, sick, and violent is how I like my calls. When you’re as jaded and have seen it all like me, normal, and vanilla just doesn’t do it. I’m feeling very violent today and would fucking love to fuck someone up. 

                           How about you? That snooty blonde that lives across the street. She thinks her shit doesn’t stink, doesn’t she? You’ve tried to talk to her, but she walks away. What a fucking cunt!

Let’s plan to get revenge on her.

I knock on her door, pretending I’m lost. I engage her and quickly push the needle into her arm. We take her to her bedroom and strip and tie her up.

She is waking now. Let’s fucking play!

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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God Damn Cunt Of A Man

Fucking hell, you really aren’t much of a man, are you? Look at you and your goddamn flabby ass. You made me so mother fucking sick that I just want to vomit in your face. Are you fucking kidding me, THAT got your clit to twitch? 

Oh no, you don’t! Don’t you dare try to back away from me. You are a little fucking cunt of a man, and I intend to treat you as such. 

Assume the position, head back and on your knees. Why should I sit on the hard, cold toilet seat, when I have your ugly fucking face to sit on?  Beg me for it, beg me to let you suck my shit like a dick. Fuck, you are so goddamn gross!

You know what? I have totally had enough of you.

Get on all fours and crawl to the pen. If you displease me, it will be the choke collar for you.

Get to fucking crawling, bitch.

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Merry Christmas, Perv

               

      Well fuck, seems to me like you have a problem.  Somehow you got waylaid while out shopping for gifts for the wife and kids. Here you are in a seedy hotel off the highway, drunk and broke.  That isn’t the worst if it though, is it? 

                       You start to come out of your fog, and look around the room. You really don’t even remember getting there. Sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of who knows what, you wonder just where the fuck you are. Is that blood?

You stumble to the bedroom, and see the girls in your bed. You see the empty bottles, and the lines of white stuff on the nightstand.  You make some noise hoping the girls will wake up.  Maybe? You wonder if they are even alive. Oh god!!

The phone rings in the room. You ignore it, but it keeps ringing, making you a little crazy. You finally pick it up and you hear my voice. I instruct you to put the thumb drive in the tablet. You’re shaking and the girls still haven’t woken up.  There it is right before you. Your entire night and every twisted thing you did. 

                                                                                             

Not quite the Christmas you expected perv, is it? 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Bloody Hell

         I  finally was able to leave my house without hurling at the stupidity of the costumes of losers. If I saw one more sexy nurse, police women, witches or Tinkerbelle’s, I might have to kill someone! Not that I don’t enjoy killing. 

    Halloween is so hard on you perv’s looking to get some relief with your pedo cocks. Anyway, this blog isn’t about that though, I do love to manipulate them. It’s about how a drink in a dark bar led to the hottest fuck.

      He was older than me and sexy in that professional power type of way. I bought him a drink and one drink led to my nest. I went to get us some absinthe while he made himself at home. We had our drinks, toasted to new fucking friends, then he grabbed me around my throat. He was fast, caught me off guard. Before long, I was in chains and a bit bloody, and telling him my secrets. 

        I held my breath as the first blow from my own flogger tore at my pale skin…delicious. Eventually, I passed out and woke to the sounds of slurping as he licked up the bloody torn mess of my back, thighs, ass, and cunt. Soon, I was begging him to fuck my ass and leave his mark.

You wonder if I stayed sub to his dom? Not likely!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Are You Worthy?

Perfection is right at your fingertips. The question is… are you worthy of me? When I say I have no restrictions, I mean NONE whatsoever. I’m mostly dominant but for men who have what it takes, that certain something that makes me cream, I can be purring under your strong, rough hands.

I love bad boys and in control strong men just as much as I get off being your accomplice. Of course, if you’re scared of a perverted goth slut, well then; I’m not the girl for you. Depraved, twisted, demented, is who I am.

If you’re a little bitch that needs controlling, I’ll sense that in a minute and eat you for lunch.

What are you waiting for? You know my pale skin feels like silk and my devious mind will take you places you never dared to go. Are you a cunt or are you a strong, rough man who takes what he desires?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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A Fine Line Between Love and Hate

 You and I we have a love/hate relationship don’t we?  You love me because I know you so very well but for that same reason you hate me. You stare at me just wishing you wanted to fuck me, but sadly for you, your lust lies elsewhere. It took me just a few hours to completely figure you out.

You still run to me, I’m the only one you can confess your sins to. Is it a confession when I already know or when I help you sin in the name of twisted lust? 

You’re confused because you can’t digest what you really are? Come to me because I know and understand. I’m your “depraved and immoral” girl. When you’re alone at night, you’re the most exposed and fragile, I’m the one to run to. Your perversions have a home and a safe haven with me.  

Come out to play.

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Summer Heat

 

  

You know what I like about fucking Summer? One season closer to Fall. This year the heat started early. The cool thing is from my apartment roof I can watch so much of the city and it’s dweller’s. A blanket, booze, and music, and I’m ready to watch the world from my own little spot. 

Ever wonder what goes on when people think they’re behind closed doors? Like the big white house and it inhabitants. Small blonde girl and her dad is all I ever see. They always look so fucking friendly to each other, not in a dad/daughter kind of way. Time and exploration is what I need to find the truth to it all. Like I said, I’m hot, bored, and love dirty drama; and a chance to exploit it.

                 Next it’s time to insert myself into their lives. Ever so helpful in recommending schools, places to eat, and of course, alarm companies and such. I even suggested Teddy Cams, as he will want to know what his baby girl is up too. What he won’t know is that I’ll have viewing access to all the cams. 

What am I gathering this information for? Blackmail bitches!  You don’t expect me to earn my money the mundane way, do you? 

  

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Follow Me

             

     It’s a long, lonely walk up those stairs, isn’t it? You stand there and sigh. You can feel your cock growing stiff. He’s up there, just as fucking cute as can be. You go back to your den. You try to look at some porn. Porn isn’t very satisfying, when you can’t look at the dark stuff. You are shaking as you go on the special section of The Dark Web. You quickly turn it off and snort up a line.

Now you are pacing the floor. You try, and calm down with a drink. She won’t be home for another 2 hours. Maybe just a peak in his room. More liquid courage and another line. You finally summon up the courage to call me. 

Follow me up the stairs. Come on, because you know you are craving it. 

                   Call me to make all your dark, disturbing, and twisted fantasies come true. Why deprive yourself, when you can call me?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Little Dead Girl

     While taking a long walk in the cemetery to clear my head, I came across it. A little hand in the dirt pile. I carefully cleared away the dirt and there she was. Tiny, fragile and blonde. I touched her hand and she was cold. She must have been carelessly buried days ago, as rigger has passed. 

A closer look revealed that she was undressed and dressed again after perhaps?  She had such pretty blue eyes. I wonder what they looked like in her last moments. Was she scared? Or was she happy to die? 

I remove her clothes to get a better look. She has such adorable little nipples. I wonder if I flick my finger over one. Did her eyes just flutter? I wonder what a dead girl’s pussy would feel like? What would it taste like? This is definitely something I have always wanted to do. I slowly and gently place a kiss on her lips. Her dead smell is intoxicating. I feel my heart beating out of my chest, as I kiss my way down. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Finally Alone With her

So many thoughts in your head tonight. You are finally alone with her. You climb the stairs to her room. You can hear yourself breathe in the quiet of the empty house. You open her bedroom door, it creaks loudly. You are hoping the pills you put in her dinner will keep her asleep.

Fuck, is she tiny. You think she looks so sexy in her pink sleep shorts and top. You can see the outline of her tiny nipples under the thin material of her little shirt. You stop for a second and start of leave the room.

You can smell her now.  It is intoxicating. What is that smell?  Some sort of little girl body spray? Her lips are shiny. Maybe just a quick kiss.

You pull down the covers all the way. The outline from her sleep shorts, you have to touch it. You start to leave her room, but you hear my voice in your ear.  Just fucking do it, no one will ever know.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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