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Darker Than Dark

Your thoughts and desires are so dark that you’re afraid to even speak them.  For the most part, you’re a normal man. You have a well paying job, 3 adorable kids, and a hot wife. Just sometimes no matter how hot your wife is, things can get so fucking boring. 

You remember the hot goth girls in college. You would watch them, study them, and imagine what sex would be like.  Never in your wildest fantasies, and darkest dreams did you ever expect me.

You see me going through my backpack to try and find my cash. I’m taking my time and holding up the line. You step in and pay for me. I invite you to drink your coffee with me at the last table. I ask a lot of questions. We’re now talking about your boring wife, and your impure thoughts about your kids. I seduce you into not going to work today.

We joke about the things you want to do, but won’t. I suggest you put yourself in my capable hands. After a long day of persuading you, you hand me your house keys, and your families schedule. I show up, but I’m not alone. You quietly tell me that wasn’t the plan. Shut up, Daddy! Remember when the screaming starts, you asked for this!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Crown Of Thorns

    Every year women and men flock to my Easter show. It’s like nothing you could possibly imagine. A deviant mix of sex, violence, and blood. This year will be more intense than ever. People are bored and need the kind of release only Malaya can provide.

My guests begin arriving. They look elegant in their gowns and tuxedos.  Sexy girls in bunny outfits are handing out party favors. I welcome all my guest, and the lights are dim.

There is several crosses with girls strapped to them. I place a crown of thorns on each of their innocent heads. I press the crowns as blood trickles down their faces. My audience is getting excited now. I look out and see a few of the men have their cocks out.  How I have missed these shows. Several tiny party favors are walking about sucking cocks, licking pussy’s, and sitting on laps. 

The girls are crying, and begging to not be hurt. My guests are voting on who will be the sacrifice of the night. I invite a few of my guests on stage to rape the girls. The night is going better than I planned, and it is almost time.

They have picked a girl to be sacrificed. I bring my knife to her throat, I smile, and cut her throat from ear to ear. 

My main show is now over, but a few are invited to remain for the second part. Join me in my perverse Easter celebration.

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Give Me Your Heart

It’s Almost Valentine’s Day and there is something I must have from you. I want your heart. Feel my soft but strong hands on your chest as I feel your heart beat. As I slide onto your cock with my warm, wet cunt I feel your heart beat even faster. Do not have a heart attack, I want you alive till I am done fucking you. I ride you faster, as my tight cunt grabs your dick. The thought of death makes sex so much better. Imagine this is your last time. I know you assume this is fantasy, and that we are role playing. You can’t imagine such an angel faced girl would tear out your heart. At least, not in the physical sense. 

With one last thrust, you grunt and cum inside me. You reach for me to kiss my soft lips. I bite yours and I bite hard. A bit of blood trickles down, and I lick it off. I am ready for more. You are hard again, and I allow you my pale lovely ass. It is Valentine’s Day and I want it all from you before we’re done. You cum yet again, with another loud guttural moan. 

I smile and press my hand harder on your chest. I whisper in your ear that this will hurt, but not for long. My long red fingernails are gripping your chest now. I lower myself back down onto your still rock hard cock. Just as I cum, I rip out your heart. 

May all your Valentine’s Day nightmares come true.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Taking What I Want

                        I know just what you need before you even figure it out. It isn’t always about the age, but about the power I give you. Without my help, you’re powerless. That is why I am the first one to call when you feel the urge to hunt.

Last night when you called it was about a mother and daughter that is friends with your wife. They’re teasing bitches and we can’t let that fly.  They’re rape meat for you. Last night you took it a bit further. We snuffed them out so there would be no fucking witnesses. It was so fucking hot that I went and found myself a little treat when we were done. 

You were upset that I went out on my own to hunt.  Sometimes it needs to just be about me and my deviant nature. Plus, there was just one thing. We all have someone in our lives that we consider untouchable. I own you and all that you love. The pretty little thing in the pink room in your house was something I wanted. I took what I wanted. Don’t worry, I left you the remains.

Poison Ivy for all the fantasies that are dark and utterly disturbing.

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 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Jailbait In A box

He comes over to exchange gifts and sees a huge gift wrapped in pink under my black tree decorated in skulls. I am still getting ready for our special night as it has been awhile since we played together. He is shaking the box, and hears tiny little cries. “Not yet”, I tell him. I suggest we party a little first. I kick the shiny pink box hard to quiet it up. His gift to me is a vintage bottle of D’Argeys, and the ice water and spoon are ready for our first drink. We toast to this special night, and do a bit of my party favors. I am so in the mood, but am also amused knowing his special gift has probably peed herself by now.

He slowly rips off the wrapping paper with his  hands shaking. A little voice cries, “thank you sir, please help me.” For some reason hearing that makes me laugh so hard, I accidentally spit my drink in her sweet little face. For that she gets a hard slap, we do not waste our expensive liquor. I have quickly gone from laughter to excitement.

Travis drags her by her long, blonde hair to the torture room. Her innocent eyes go wide when she sees all the devices around the room. Travis shows her the fuck machine. He takes her tiny hand and puts it around the tip. I whisper in her ear, asking her if she thinks that will fit in her tiny cunt? Travis begins to beg to have her first, before the machine rips apart her virgin hole. Why not? It is the season of fucking giving!

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Ivy’s School For Girls

Do you ever want to fuck a total freak? Admit it, goth chicks get your blood boiling. You wonder if all the things you hear are true. Bitch please, I am everything you have heard and much more. My taste for sex if incredibly strong, but I am picky. I truly doubt you would make the cut loser.

So what is it I look for in a fuck buddy? I need someone who is into and ready to play any sick, twisted, depraved games I come up with. If you’re still with me here, then you might have a chance.

I have an insanely brilliant plan, and I am ready to begin. I purchased a rather run down house in the middle of nowhere. The construction crew has been working nonstop for months. I have already taken and accepted 30 applicants. Yes, I am opening up a school for girls. I have accepted sweet docile little waifs and others more like me. I really only have space for half that amount so doing away with some will be the only solution.

You look scared? Are you a sniffling little cunt, or a man I can play with? Well fuck, you figured out very quickly I won’t just tell them their application has been denied. This is the perfect situation for both of us. I get to torture, and you get to rape. Do I have your attention now?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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They Always Come Back

I was getting ready to do a little hunting and the thought of it had me unbelievably horny. I mean there is horny and there is fuck I need to cum! I planned on going on my own tonight as I had something special in mind. I was in the mood to destroy this cute emo boy.

There was this knock on my door. It had been awhile since we hunted a sweet little victim because he went to rehab for his deviant, twisted desires. When he told me that, I was “fuck, yeah sure here we go again”. He can’t resist me or the little baby dolls for too long. I kind of have a love/hate relationship with most of the guys in my life. It is sort of like the way you love/hate your sick desires.

He had some party favors to get on my good side and to use when we play. Rather bold of him, but his p-cock was in desperate need. I thought about sending his ass on his own but I fucking love the hunt!

Off we went to a new spot I had been thinking of. The boring, vanilla mall. The sweet young things are all over since school is out. The soccer moms dump them there for “mom” time.

There she was licking on an ice cream cone with long blonde hair, pink shorts and a little tee that said Eye Candy. What the fuck was her whore mom thinking? When I approached her, I told her that her mom had been in a car wreck and she needed to come with me. Once we had her in the car, I knocked her out with my fist and we went to a private spot a few hours out of town. He couldn’t wait and started without me. Yeah, no that won’t fly. I pulled over, and did another hit. Fuck it, this spot looked good enough so we dragged her by her long blonde hair into the woods. He pissed on her to wake her up and we began to play. Some things never change, and a p-fuck will always crave tender flesh.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Accomplice Or Victim?

You are afraid, and I would like to say I understand it, but I don’t. I have always been a fearless bitch, and nothing phases or scares me. We moved a lot when I was growing up because I was an Army brat, but also because I was always getting into a bloody mess my parents couldn’t get me out of. By the time I was 17, I left home to do whatever the fuck I wanted. So you see, none of my deviant behavior has anything to do with daddy issues or rape. I am just me, a twisted, depraved bitch with a thirst for blood.

Now that you know a little bit about me, I want to know what makes you fucking tick. What is it about rape, torture and snuff that makes you so hard you lose all self control and don’t give a fuck about consequences? Let’s put our heads together and come up with a devious plan. Don’t be a fucking pussy. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim? It all works for me and that is the only thing that really fucking matters.

 

Written By: Malaya Maxx
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Welcum To My Freak Show

   GOTH IVY  

    Welcome to Ivy’s Freak Show. One never knows the deviant, decadent wonders they might find. There is nothing I won’t do if it titillates my demented mind. Please don’t bore me with your vanilla sex or you might just look down to find your balls in my pale hands being twisted and pulled. Of course, some of you might just like that. You know who you are!

If you are lucky it might be a night I have tricked some underage twats to perform for you. Want to see two little cunts stripping down and doing unspeakable acts to each other? Then again, maybe I will invite some of my friends to use and abuse you like a little bitch. One never knows the freakish delights I have to offer, for a price. Oh yes, it will fucking cost you with your bank accounts and your sanity.

What are you waiting for? Scared? I can’t say I blame you. I bring strong men to their knees and weak men do things they never imagined they could.  Pick up that phone, you have nothing to lose but what is left of your souls.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Follow Me To Hell

Ivy  I am goth so every fucking day is Halloween to me. Black clothes, vampire boys, absinthe, cemeteries, spells, bloodletting and erotic dancing to Christian Death. Welcum to my world. If I have let you in it is for one of three reasons.You are either an amazing fuck, you need an accomplice which you will pay for with your very soul or I feed off your night terrors. I can sniff out which one you are in a bloody heartbeat. 

This blog is about the men who love Halloween for one reason and that is the little costumed darling’s knocking at their door. I wonder who makes such sexy Halloween costumes for little girls to wear and tempt you? Maybe it is Lucifer himself!  Halloween is the night you wait for, dream about and tremble with anticipation. Baby nurses, storybook characters, saloon girls all dressed in sheer tempting costumes. Your addiction gets so far out of hand you beg me to lock you up, keep you from doing what will take your soul. Trust me, having a soul is overrated.

As the sun goes down you wait for the knocks, you peek out your window stroking you p-cock and you actually pray to god for this night to end. God has forgotten you, he has forgotten us all.

I join you, as I have no soul to worry about and my hands need to feel a fragile neck, one that would break like a twig. Join me in my sadistic games of pleasure. The time is now!

  

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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