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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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Tormented

    It’s less than a month till Easter. Easter Sunday is the only day you go to church.  You can’t wait to look at them in their frilly pastel dresses and little socks with lace.  You know how littles sit, and you’re imagining what is under those dresses. Visions of little pink, blue, lacey,  and cotton white panty’s. You’re so excited you can barely breathe. Staring at them from your window just isn’t working for you anymore.

You hide yourself so well. Some of your friends even let you babysit for them. I guess they never noticed the peep holes you put to see in the bathroom. You wish it was your mouth they were peeing into. Don’t you?  

I went to school with guys like you. Girls loved you and thought you were so fucking hot. They wondered why you never gave them a second look. They assumed you had a  hot older girlfriend in another school. That wasn’t it though. They were way to old for you. 

                      You lack imagination and have no idea how to carry out your plans without getting caught. That is where I come in. Call me and let’s plot. Easter is almost here. What the fuck are you waiting for? 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Not a Creature was Stirring

        Halloween has come and gone and now it’s time for the boring holidays. We know how to make the best of those boring times, don’t we? Think of it this way; the sexy little Halloween costumes can now be little Snow Angels. How cute they are in their little Christmas dresses. White stockings, white patent Maryjane’s, and adorable little Disney Princess panties. It’s all there with a little fucking imagination. You do have one, don’t you?

Imagine that you’re so excited for Christmas that you can’t sleep? Your little one has a friend over for a sleepover. That is the real reason you can’t sleep. They’re giggling in the living room. The girls are by the tree, shaking the presents. They’re chatting about what could be in the pretty wrapped boxes. You have a surprise for them, don’t you? 

You finally let them know you’re watching with it out. Your big hand is around your cock and you’re stroking it.  You ask them if they want to see something really special. Their big eyes light up at the thought of a special Christmas surprise. You knell in front of them. They’re like little Goddesses. They’re watching as you stoke it. You try to hold back to make it last, but watching the two tiny Goddesses, you can’t control yourself. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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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
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