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Let The Madness Begin

 

GOTH IVYYou notice more and more each day that I am far from just an accomplice, I am a goddess for you to obey and worship. I am the only female that isn’t underage that you desire. You watch me as we play and you want to lick my long, pale legs and taste every inch of me. When I kiss you with their taste on my lips it drives you mad with lust.

I am now in your dreams with two little devil dolls by my side. Two little accomplice goddesses with pale skin and bright red hair. Sadly for you, they belong to me, but look at the little birds I “borrow” for us to play with. A session with me is a walk into the realm of madness. Once you have your first taste, you’re madly, insanely and forever hooked. You become an Ivy junkie that no amount of rehab can fix. Why would you want to be cured of me? I make your dreams and other’s nightmares come true.

The little girls are so fucking cute in their red velvet dresses, red lace socks, red patent shoes and red panties with hearts. They’re passing out cards to all the little boys. Those bitches never gave you any cards, did they? How about a little Valentine’s Day revenge?

            Goth Girl Ivy

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Holidaze Depravity

malaya maxxx  Ho, Ho, Ho it is your little ray of sunshine helping you with your naughty list. You have tried to be a good daddy and husband, haven’t you? For the most part, you’ve put away your deviant urges but while you were out getting the bitch some last minute gifts because you still hadn’t gotten her enough, you see me. In one word, you are FUCKED.

You have wandered in my Adult Gifts store even though deep down you know she wouldn’t speak to you for days if you purchased anything from this store and you would spend thousands in jewelry to fix things. Yet, you couldn’t help yourself. 

You love what I am wearing, not that she even has the body for it, and I show you some fun toys. It is late, almost time to close and I offer you a drink. You happily accept it as we go in the back room to try some things on. You don’t even remember agreeing to it, but you have a ball gag in your mouth and leather restraints on your wrists. I begin to go through your things, finding out your identity. Yes, now I know where she lives and you all are FUCKED after I text a few rather naughty friends.

                Deviant Holidazes With Malaya

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxx
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Smile For The Fucking Camera

 ivy I fucking hate smiling for photos, I would much rather sneer for the camera; but these dumb sessions are just a means to an end. We need to make the sessions look real for the little pretty things that want to be famous models one day. I am not exactly lying when I promise them fame and that their pictures will be seen all over the internet. They just have no idea it will be in porno’s and snuff films. For those with delicate souls who deny who they are, I will just call them art house films.

I have brought over 3 little darling for this session. They ask about the clothes they will model and I explain for now they’re perfect just as they are. I have my pictures done, stripping off my clothes a bit. I need for them to think this is real. They all begin to look scared, tears begin to run down their pretty little faces. Even that young they begin to sense something isn’t right. Oh, there is nothing right, and everything depraved about what this day and night will bring.

I calm them down with a glass of spiked apple juice. The “producer” Is getting impatient with so many orders coming in for our little film. The flat chested spoiled twats are ready to become stars. Too bad they won’t get to enjoy their 15 minutes of fame as their bodies will be left to the rats and what once was a production house will go back to being a crack house. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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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?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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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!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Deviant Sex Freak Ivy

Ivy

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

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Potions, Spells, and Evil

Malaya MaxI own this little shop, it’s cute kind of quaint but it has very dark secrets in it. My great grandmother was a Shaman and often said I was possessed by a kitsune who decided to never leave my body. Well fuck, would you if you had this beautiful body for your meat suit? I don’t feel like I need an excuse for the evil I do but I do have one. ROTFLMFAO.

Many men come into my store to get a better look at my beauty and end up paying large amounts for love spells. Love spells? I mean what pathetic worms to think they can make a girl love them. Of course, I take their money gladly and do another spell.

What kind of spells you ask? If I tell you, I will have to torture and kill you which is not such a bad idea. I can make the most masculine man into a submissive slave begging to for his mouth to be pounded. Is it witchcraft, or is it just my beauty sends them into a head spin or maybe, just maybe it is something I put in the tea I serve them. You will never know, till I do it to you.  Come into my shop a man, leave as my bitch.

Maleficent  Malaya 

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Torture And Snuff Malaya’s Way To Play

     When a caller is looking for a specific fetish involving slow mal3torture and snuff, I am the one they want. I have no qualms about blood and bodily fluids and I get completely into the scenario. Perhaps,  too fucking into it I am told. I had one last night that left me for awhile, but they always come back as no one does it better than moi.

My caller was quite intelligent and clearly has a vivid imagination. Two qualities I adore in a man and if it was real or imagination I will leave you to guess, ponder and get off too. 

Five stunning women were not exactly what they professed to be in their adoration for him. He is a rich fucker, so that might say it all. He invited me over for some drinks and he told me what he needed to feel fulfilled and Karma had been served. That would be in the form of torture and snuff. I love it when our minds come together. After a few lines I was ready to play.

       The implements of  torture and slow demise we of my choosing. Thinking about my “work” and running it all back in my mind is getting me very fucking excited. You? You might think now is a good time to call and do a vanilla suck and fuck call…fucking doubtful dick weasel. You want details, but of course then I am ready to play.

Maleficent Malaya For Snuff Play

Accomplice Phone Sex with Reese

Look at the body on me I can lure anything you want and place it right in your lap when we play accomplice phone sex together. I have no soul and hope you don’t either. My desires are unlimited, and my mind is an open field of dreams. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up with parents who are perverts. I love taking things that don’t belong to me and making them suffer.reese21 I used to be the perfect little girl, the caring, daughter, with the sweetest smile but that was so long ago. Then, when then shit happened that made me a bit more indifferent. Now I am the one who will take you down a path of destruction that you’ll never recover from. I know how all you degenerate lovers can’t walk away from something that looks like heaven and melts in your mouth like cotton candy on a summers night. I’m just what you need to get your cock able and ready for some deviant phone sex dreams. So click the link below and let’s have some fun!

Reese

Don’t Deny It

You’ve been trying so hard for a long time to hide your true nature from the world. You decided to live out your fantasies and asked for my help. You had me gather a little play thing for you. It was so easy, she came right to me. I watched you have your fun and it made me so hot. Before long, I was joining and helping even more. We went through so many together. Soon, just 1 a day wasn’t enough. And then something changed. You tried to walk the straight and narrow and deny your addiction. I wasn’t going to let that happen and destroy all my fun. You would do little things to get your fix; go sit at the park in your car and watch, walk around the mall and lurk in the corners. You could say you changed all you wanted, but I knew what made your cock rock hard.
I’ve got a little surprise for you. It’s all wrapped in a bow and waiting for you in your bedroom. You’ll walk in and see it and all those dark fantasies will come back to you. You’ll try to resist it, but when I touch your dick, it’ll be rock hard and ready to explode. Don’t ever try to deny it. I know you better than you know yourself. Are you going to just stand there or are you going to unwrap you little, tiny, petite gift?