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Fuck Me, Then Fuck Off!

There are a few of the privileged that do get to fuck me, mostly dudes in bands or artists. Your average guy, it just isn’t going to happen. More than likely, you’re one of those that will only get one thing from me, and that is pain and lots of it. These stiletto boots are made for a lot more than dancing.

You can buy me a drink, but then get lost or get it tossed in your face. Yes, I am a dark and sexy bitch, so deal with it. Now, yes let’s get back to the subject at hand; all you will ever get to do is read or hear about it.

I was looking incredible and feeling pretty good on the drinks you bought me. The singer pulled me up on stage and I rubbed my hot ass against him while chicks and dudes watched in envy. Music was over and he grabbed my hand and took me to the band room, fuck room whatever. My creamy, silky pussy that you will never have was ready to unzip his leather pants and ride him.

Yeah, there was other bitches sucking dick but I just wanted to fuck. I rode him till I exploded and was done. I straightened my dress as he stared at me confused. What? It is all about me no matter how hot you are. So fuck off!

Fetish Frankie- The Bitch From Hell

Lick Them Bitch

It is that time of year for leather jackets and boots. I adore the smell of leather and I went to my favorite shop in Montrose. The moment you walk in the door, the smell of leather hits you.

I was greeted by a tall gentleman who was nice looking but a little to boring looking for my taste. I am used to being catered here so I told him what I was looking for. I told him my size and sat down while he gathered up 5 boxes. He took my boot off slowly and it was obvious he was staring up my dress. LOSER! Once my boot was off, he was very slow about getting the first pair of black leather boots out of the box. He held my foot in his hand and I could see he was getting hard.

“The boots in the box” I demanded as he stuttered and took them out. He handled them slowly running his hand up the soft black leather. He took his time sliding them up my legs and once they were on, I gave him a hard kick in his balls. I told him he was annoying me and I didn’t have all day. Holding his balls, he stood up and asked if I was ready to try on another pair. I kicked him harder this time making him fall to the floor again letting out a huge wail of pain.

I made him crawl over to me even in his intense pain and to put the other boot on me. I stood up walking in the boots and seeing how they felt on my long, tan legs.  My cunt was getting wet and creamy at the sight of him still holding his balls. “Now bitch lick my boots”, I screamed at him. He began to lick the 8 inch heels, sucking on them like a cock as he slowly went to the soles. Another kick to the balls was in order as he left spit on the leather. Eventually we were done and he carried the boxes of boots to my car.

Real Men Ride Harleys

I went to get some ink last week as I needed to feel the burn and noticed a bike shop opened next door in the vacant spot. I don’t need to dress like a slut or give blow jobs to get my ink free as quite frankly the little bitches and wannabe’s in shop seem afraid of me. Weather had cooled and I was in high boots, tattered jeans and a new leather jacket over my tank top. An extremely hot and muscled  young man was working on a Harley building up a sweat.

I got my Ink and was treated as a queen as usual. What did I get and where? That is none of your fucking business unless you have what I desire. On the way to my tricked out Mustang he smiled at me and came over to admire my car. He tried to make small talk but when I see something I want I don’t do small talk.

We went to a nearby biker bar and tossed down a few. I was dripping wet and so in the fucking mood for some big, thick cock ramming my holes. I take what I want so I put my hand in his jeans. What the fuck? It couldn’t have been but 4 inches. I guess he didn’t get it, or maybe he wanted to see me mad. I excused myself and while he waited found myself a real man, one worthy of this bad bitch.

When I returned I told him he had two choices for disappointing me. One was to get his balls annihilated by my boots, fists and knees and the other was to suck off all the bikers in the club. Want to talk about it some more and the choice he made? Give me a call and I just might spill it all.

No Taboos!

Explore you wildest fantasy or your fetish with Skylar. Bring out my sexy dark side. Let me express my sexy wicked side as we explore your fetish together.

No judgments. Nothing too crazy, nothing forbidden, nothing too taboo to explore with me.

Call me and you will find a comfortable place to discuss and role play your fantasy. Especially good if your fetish is part of your secret life. Hard to have a fetish and feel embarrassed or ashamed by it and feel that you can’t express it. Like an itch that you have and can’t scratch, maddening!

I am well-versed in many different fetishes and will cater your call to your unique fantasy.

All you have to do is tell me about your fetish and I might ask a few questions to make sure that I fully understand all aspects of your fetish. Then I can create a role play specifically catered to you. So give me a call, and let’s get naughty, wicked, sexy together!

Skylar

House of Perversion

There was this huge house when I was little with all sorts of twisted rumors about what really happened there. It as a small mansion  on the water where a very rich perverted old man lived. His preference was boys the younger the better. He did however take whatever came his way. Man, if I was older back then I could have made bank helping him get his victims.  The story goes that he got mostly street kids who would do anything for a place to live. Sex, torture, snuff sounds like a perfect night out for me.

Eventually he took in the wrong boys and they killed him. The house remained vacant and it became our place for parties.  I would sneak out and catch a ride with the older boys. They were always happy to take me as I was the best fuck toy at that age. I was willing to do anything. Of course as I got older I had all the control but that was then. We would drink, do drugs blast dark metal and fuck. We seemed to be guided by the house with us doing things more and more depraved as the nights went on.

It was for sale but no one would buy it with its twisted violent history.  There was always plenty of sex, drugs and underage girls to play with. A lot of girls went missing but I was always safe with my group of older guys. It finally was torn down and condos were built over the grounds. We would drive by and For Sale signs were constantly up. The depravity of the old owner and partiers took over the grounds and people who lived there.  I miss that place, but we were never at a loss to find a new place for drug, sex, torture and snuff orgies.

If you get as bored with the fucking Christmas shit as I do, give me a call. I am the Goddess of Evil and there is nothing off limits to my sick mind.  My I Hate Fucking Christmas special is $50.00 for a 30 minute call. Give me a try, all you have to lose is  your inhibitions and sanity.

Toronto Nights

The weather has been glorious. Festivals, art exhibits, block parties so much to do. I even ran into the infamous Rob Ford at a Jazz Festival. He is so very entertaining. Last night I had something else in mind possibly The Hot Box Cafe. I was in the mood for something not crowded and with lots of hot young men. I went with short black denim skirt, lace panties, black boots and a black corset. After all, who could resist my big, full boobs pushed up in a corset.

The Hot Box cafe is an awesome place. Show you are 18 at front and smoke out to comics, movies and bands in the back. It was kind of quiet but a young man with black hair caught my eye.  I smiled and sat down next to him. He offered me what smelled like Lime Green and I was feeling high and up for anything very quickly. I whispered in his ear, Let’s go”.  He looked confused but once he took his eyes off my beautiful creamy cleavage he said FUCK YES.

I took his hand and we walked for a bit past China Town and it’s awesome smells and past Little Italy. We stopped listening to music coming from this beautiful church. Feeling totally uninhibited we began to dance in the parking lot.  Goth dancing is so sexy and soon he was dancing with me. “Let’s go inside”, I said to him. We tried several doors till we found one that opened. We chatted with the band for awhile and they explained they practiced there weekly. That was something to tuck back for later. Right now I had very lewd thoughts of what I wanted to do with my wasted hot younger guy.

We smoked a little bit more in the church and I slipped him a pill as I kissed him. An E pill always makes for an exciting, sensual fuck.  We danced a little more and that turned into a lap dance. I slowly stripped for him as I straddled his long  muscled legs. We kissed passionately while I slipped my hands in his worn levis. Mmmmm, he was big and thick just like I crave. He sucked my nipples as I stroked his cock. There was so much pre-cum that I brought it to my lips and tasted him. Nothing tastes better than 18 year old pre-cum. He pushed me down on the pew and spread my legs wide. His tongue was doing unbelievable things to my creamy hot pussy and clit. I grabbed the back of his head and spurting cum in his mouth. He came up to me as we shared my sweet cum. I couldn’t hold back any longer I ached to feel his hard cock in my cunt. I stood up and bent over pew while he kissed the back of my neck and stroked my long blonde hair. I pushed against his swollen dick head till he was inside of me. I sucked on one of my nipples while he fucked me hard and fast. With a loud moan we both came. Normally this would be when we went our separate ways but he was too young, passionate and sexy to let go yet.

Spellbound

Sometimes a girl is just in the mood making opposites attract. Then there are times taking an unaware innocent is nothing short of HOT. Monday was just one of those nights for me.

I went to my fave spot The Dance Cave and the line was around the block. I walked past the line since I  had a VIP pass but a young man caught my eye. I was guessing him to be in his early 20’s who knows. He was rather clean cut maybe even innocent. I took his hand and whispered, “Cum with me”. He seemed surprised like it was a cruel joke. We walked past the line and were let in. At the bar I teased him and said he had to drink whatever I ordered. He was “Spellbound” so he did anything I asked. After a few shots of Un Emille absinthe I dragged him past the dance floor to an empty bar upstairs.

I kissed him tasting the bitterness of the absinthe. I ripped his shirt open and  licked, kissed and nibbled down his chest slowly working my way down. I unzipped his pants and told him to grab a bottle of The Green Fairy off the bar. I poured it down his cock and balls and began to lick it off. Much better than a crystal glass, is it not? The mix of his pre-cum with the absinthe was putting me in a sexual trance, just wanting more and more. After taking a swig from bottle he pulled me up. My hot young toy pulled my big pale boobs from my corset and poured more of the intoxicating green liquid down my tits. He sucked it off my nipples savoring the mix.

I pushed him down on the blue velvet couch and with just his big thick  cock out and pants still on I began to ride him with my panties pushed aside and tight latex skirt above my hips. I rode him hard as I licked more absinthe off his hard chest.  He grabbed my hips pushing me down on him till we both exploded in screams of pleasure. I got off of him, straightened my clothes and told him to have an awesome rest of night.

Walk On The Wild Side

At first glance of me fresh from the shower I look like the girl next door.  During the day it is business as usual in a pair of worn tight shorts and a tank. Maybe washing my car, shopping, working out, gardening. All the things a woman normally does. No one really knows who it is behind my Gucci shades. Just a beautiful woman in a normal relationship.  Men and woman stare I smile and go about my routine. Time to meet the husband for dinner while he is in town. Martini’s at the club after as usual.  His driver drops me off at our home, then my husband at the airport.

I do have secrets and so very many. Locked away in a huge trunk of clothing is sexy, hot, dirty and just plain slutty clothes my husband has no idea about.  He never questions the charges from Erotic Cabaret or Misbehaving. He hasn’t the time or the time for me.

In the warehouse district is a huge building with just the letter Q. There is no activity during the day, people assume it is vacant. At night the area is deserted so no one sees the men being dropped off my their drivers or the woman in full fetish gear entering the building.

As you enter you are greeted by a incredibly beautiful woman.  She hands you the poison of your choice and calls your company for the evening.  If you have requested  sensual domination you will, if luck is with you get me.  I meet you in a latex gown slit to my hip. I tower over you in 8 inch ballet stilettos heels. Once we are in my playroom you are mine.  We talk quietly as you finish your drink. You stare more than is permitted with me and I slap your face. You look up at me weakly begging to make things right or be tossed out. I demand you lick my dress and you eagerly do, Your tongue has made it’s way to the slit in my dress that looks painted on.  “Good boy” I say, “now find your way to my dripping pussy”. I grab  your hair and start grinding on your tongue. I pull away and you beg for more. I slowly take off my dress, and am down to my heels.

We are now joined by my submissive partner here. We are always asked for as a twosome.  She smiles seeing you on your knees stroking your cock at my command and then stopping. You are far from reaching your orgasm, this will be a very long edging for you.  I lay on my stomach as you watch her worship my round beautiful ass.  She demands you get beside her and teaches you the correct way to lick.  You lick deeper and she begins to suck on my perfect big tits.  She slides a finger deep in my cunt as you both bring me to a screaming orgasm. Now you may join us on the bed.

The Queen of Debauchery

There is a beast in man that needs to be

exercised not exorcised   Anton LaVey

There is nothing more boring to me than normal. What is normal after all but a repetitive way of living. Same thing every day when the beast in you is begging to be let out to commit every act of debauchery possible.  I am here to seduce you from morality to a world of extreme sexual indulgences.

What is your pleasure? Is it blasphemy, sadistic acts of torment, rape of an innocent? I am skilled in forms of torture that go back to Medieval times.  Perhaps the Pear of Anguish for our entertainment. You know I need in playmate or victim for these cruel acts.  Would you like to be my King or my victim.  Choose wisely my pet.

It is too bad that stupidity isn’t painful

Anton LaVey

Happy Fucking Halloween

 “Oh Ivy, what are you doing for Halloween”, shut up bitches. First of all in  Ivy land every day is Halloween. Clan of X is playing at a bar, so maybe. There is always prey at their shows and lots of quality drugs. I love all ages shows because sometimes I am in the mood for something male, sweet and young. One day I will score the elusive boy and girl twins around 14. I promised Tristen if I ever did he could join us and film it all.

 

Anyway, later tonight I am performing live at a sex show. My part is submissive  I can do switch if it is for the right partner.  She is 5 ft 10 , perfect tits, pale and perfection. She looks a lot like Mistress Moragana Hel. She is going to suspend me from hooks, Yummy while she makes me lick her perfect pucker. After I pass out, she will piss all over my face, take me down and flog me. I am pretty fucking pumped. My pussy is dripping thinking about it. With any luck I can get her to come home with me and we can fuck the night away. If she is with her girlfriend Latex doll, we can have a threesome.

 

If you want to hear about my night, give me a call. I so adore talking about  when I am in sex shows that I will give you 5 minutes on me with a paid call. May all your dreams be twisted, depraved and highly illegal…Poison Ivy