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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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Possessed By Poison Ivy

 IVY

You see me at Elysium which is a place you don’t normally go. It is just like you imagined. Goth music is playing, people are dancing in the darkness and all the beautiful sexy and erotic goth girls, it is all fucking with your mind. You finally dare to come over to me smiling stupidly. We have a few drinks together and I suggest we leave. Can this be true? Are you going to fuck a goth chick?

I can read people and I read you the second you approached me. Oh yes you want me, but an underage version of me. You have fought these feeling for way too long but you need to be coaxed, to be forced to have no choice. Is tonight the night you admit what you really are?

We are in my house now as you look around. What did you expect, bats flying around? I invite you to my downstairs den and you trip and tumble till you hit the hardwood floor. Now how did that happen? Oh yes, I might have pushed you. I help you up, I give you a little something for the pain. You tell me you don’t take pills, but I convince you if you want to fuck you need to relax and this will take the pain away.

You wake nude and restrained to my antique four poster bed. You mumble something unintelligible. I whisper in your ear that it is time to admit what you really want. You beg me to stop, but you’re under my control as you admit you are a pedo but have never acted on it. A wee blonde girl comes into the room. You are begging me as you go from please let me have her to please don’t make me do it.

Her sweet, hairless twat is riding your face. You wonder if this is just a dream, a nightmare, or maybe the pain killer? Your p-cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum. She gets off your face, and you mumble it is the sweetest thing you have tasted. You beg me to stop, you tell me you won’t take her virginity. I push her down on your dick as you tell me I made you do it, that I  have possessed you. How does that tight, young snatch feel, fucker?

 

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School is in Session

   

GOTH GIRL IVY Fall is in the air, you can smell it, can’t you? We both know what that means. You have a new hunting ground going from the beach to sitting in front of schools. Little pink bikini’s leave little to the imagination but a little Catholic School Uniform is a total different story. Isn’t it perv?  Pretty little packages for you to unwrap?

What is under those little skirts? You can see those cotton panties in your mind’s eye, and if you imagine hard enough you can smell their bald twats.  Admit it to me, tell me who you are! 

You want to please your goddess, to make me proud of you. Here is your chance. This time it will be me waiting for you to bring me a present. I am greedy tonight, I want two presents. I taught you well, and now you most show me your worth. Do it, perv!

 

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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

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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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Age Play With A Deviant twist

Poison IvyI know you and who you are. You are that man who watches in parks, in front of schools and in malls. The weather is warmer and now you found a new place to watch. Public swimming pools and beaches are your new hangout. You beg for my help but you know I hate the sun like you hate stubble on girl just pretending she is underage.

You are pleading for my help, you tell me you can’t bring her back by yourself. I explain that we have been preparing for this moment for years now, and I think you are ready. You put the sedatives in the bottled water, you ask me over and over if I will be waiting at that sleezy motel; annoyed I push you out the door. It is time to spread your wings, you perv. Go get her!!

Time has passed,way too much time and the sun has gone down. Where are you p-daddy? I know our spots and you aren’t at any of them. I finally go to your house and let myself in. You’re looking down at her in her tiny pink bikini sobbing like a fucking loser. You think she drank too much of the drugged water. I am prepared for this as well. I take the needle from my backpack, I fill it up, I plunge it into her heart and she wakes up gasping.

You really are fucking helpless without me. Now, prove yourself before I take the toy and leave for good.

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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.

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Pale Legs, Dripping Cum And A Pathetic Loser

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 Home late from a Fetish Ball and you were waiting outside my door. You just had to talk to me to get things right in your head.  As always you help me out of my latex gown while I let you fucking ramble on about life, sex and what a pathetic loser you are. 

When everything is off, except my fine ass boots you see the cum dripping down my pale beautiful thighs. You automatically assume the ball had many musicians, and well loser; you would be right as you know the only men I fuck are artists or men that can help me in this world to get what I want. In other words people I can USE!

You want to talk about the little blonde girl you saw outside after school let out but the cum dripping down my leg has your attention now. You seem hypnotized at how much there is and how it is slowly dripping down to my beautiful boots. We can’t have that, now can we? I grab the back of your head and force your tongue right where the drip on my thigh is about to hit my boot. You no longer need forcing as you taste the tangy, salty nectar of my cunt juice mixed with jizz of several beautiful men. Sometimes, you crave more than little birds, don’t you bitch?

                         

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She Made You Do it

IvyIt is never your fault now, is it?  You think the little birds do it all on purpose to tempt and taunt you. Their big blue innocent eyes and sweet tiny bodies, pigtails and pouty lips tinted in pink gloss is enough to drive any man to distraction. That is what you tell your fucking self when you replay our whole session. LOSER!  I will never understand why you just don’t own up to your cravings like a man would. Oh wait…man is the key word now isn’t it?

You need me to help you, to guide you, to make you do these unspeakable acts. You do love Easter Eggs Hunts and the girls running about in shiny pink shoes and little pink lacey socks. You watch intently not saying a word, waiting for me to start a conversation with one for you. They think I look like Ariel The Mermaid with my red hair…LOL!

Ariel is even more evil than you, has more balls and will do anything if it gets her [me} off! She drank the water spiked with Xanax and is getting so sleepy. Where is her boring soccer mom with the fake boobs? Looks like she is too busy talking about the trip her and hubby went on last week. Now is your chance, maybe your only chance.

Happy Fucking Easter, 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