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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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Uncontrollable Deviant Urges

 malaya maxxx

  Did you ever have one of those days when you wake up and find there is bodies in your bed and all over your loft? I know what you’re thinking but “no” they are all alive and more than likely well as I just had one of my unforgettable parties. There is one dude laying with his face buried in my snatch and another with whip marks on his ass and back. I wish I could remember a little more but C’est la Vie.

I stumble to the kitchen and see the coffee is already made. Looks like one of these bitches is a keeper. It is strong, hot and black just like I like it. The sun is already going down and it is time to clear out my loft. I walk around kicking the bodies till everyone is gone except the one I flogged. I lick the bloody marks off his back which makes me wetter than fuck. I need my cunt cleaned so I roll him over and sit on his face. He is mumbling something but who the fuck knows what.

His cock is big, thick and hard. Why not. I ride him screaming like a banshee as my hands go around his neck. I squeeze harder, and harder till we both cum. He begs and pleads for me to keep him, he will do anything for me. Maybe? Except I can’t control my sweet little hands as I finish him off.  I have these urges you see, why not join me and be my pain slut till I get sick of you.

 

Written By: Malaya Maxx
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Scream For Me Bitch

   

malaya  You need it dark , violent, satanic and out right sick: and at those times, only Moi will do. I am not some sweet submissive type goth chick looking for her goth boi. I am dark, I am the night terrors you had as a child that never went away. I don’t seek love, I seek total submission and the sounds of screams echoing through my basement. My shiny collection of knives and swords aren’t just for show, they are for torture and blood splatter.

You asked to play in my world, silly boy don’t you know that is like calling for the Cenobites from their sadomasochistic underworld. “Come To Mommy” she wants to play with you. I need to show you the strange excitement of coming while expiring like sour milk. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?

Written By: Malaya Maxx
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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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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 

Oh Those Cute Little Dresses

          I can’t help but fucking laugh when I think how certain ivy5holidays drive the P-daddies a bit insane with desire. Little ones in their cute dresses and lace socks. I know you are wondering what they have on under those white tights. Maybe you will be lucky and catch a glimpse since they just never think to watch how they sit. I mean, who is watching? ROTFLMFAO.

      Maybe next year you should get a job as a mall santa, I mean there is a chance you hadn’t even thought of. Little ones sitting on your lap telling you of their greedy wishes from Santa. Don’t worry, Easter will be here before you know it and we both know how you love the sweet little Easter dresses.

    No one understands your pervy needs like I do, no one else will take you to the deviant places you need to go. Let’s face it I am the ultimate in an accomplice because I not only love what it does to us, but I love the hold I then have on you. Most of all those little bitches seriously need to be put in their place before they turn into those fucked up cheerleader types. Ah, snuff them out before that waste of space happens. Now that I have give you a little food for thought, I am off to take care of my deviant needs.

                          Goth Girl Ivy

Let Me Take You To Hell

    I stick out my tongue taking the white wafer into my mouth as I look at the Priest who has my cunt juice all over his face. He begins to shake and in his head is begging God to forgive his pathetic ass. I quietly say “God?  There is no fucking god”. He wonders if anyone else heard me. He is trying hard to concentrate but he has visions of me riding the crucifix as he jerks off  all over a statue of Virgin Mary. 

As I tell you the story you are disgusted yet excited as your dick doesn’t lie. You are a good Catholic boy and I always fucked with your head when we were in Catholic school together. You go with me into the huge quiet church because you would do anything I ask of you…ANYTHING!  I find the super sweet red wine..the fucking blood of Christ as it is called. I take a big gulp and snort some coke off Mother Mary. You start to leave feeling conflicted and tormented.

I block your way making you watch me deepthroat a huge crucifix. Your dick is rock hard and you can’t control your blasphemous feelings. Soon your big dick is out and your are feverishly stroking it as I shove the crucifix in my ass and another in my inked, bald cunt.   You cum hard all over the altar and you are ashamed. I laugh at you and drag you into a confessional where I fuck your brains out. 

                                 Sin With Ivy

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Leave Their Bodies For The Rats

How you love Summer and I fucking hate it. Heat and  sun makes one unhappy goth girl. You come over to try and  get me to go hunting with you but let’s face it you NEED me  to do it for you. You plead for a while and when all else  fails  you bring out the meth. I do a few lines and I am  beginning  to get in the mood for a hunt but it is dark and  the victims  are all home snuggled in bed.

It doesn’t take long before I have a plan. We can go to  Needle Park where some of the jinkie bitches will have the  little ones with them. I know you prefer them fresh but well  you are desperate and I need to hear cries of pain. We drive  over there and see a few victims huddled together trying  not to see what is going on around them.

You are in luck it seems as the toys are all blonde and  in tiny worn shorts. Thing is their lives suck and they would  be better off fucking dead. We carry the three off with no  one even noticing. Once we get them home we explain just  what is going to happen to them. Too fucking funny, they  are each trying to throw the other under the bus. I slap one  so hard it shuts the other two up.

Now it is playtime! I do another line and watch you tie them up and strip them down. You fuck one at a time making the others watch. Once the first blonde has “expired” you toss her on the floor since the rats in this abandoned building can smell the blood. It is kind of gross to watch, but then again I love twisted, sick things most would hurl at. This is making me hungry but I only like fresh, clean blood and they looked tainted from the start. “Goddess” you beg “I need more little fucktoys”. The sun is up and I am ready for some sleep. We leave the bodies to the rats and you take me home.

Goth Girl Ivy

Without Repercussions

What if there was a special kind of day? If you know me at all, you can guess what would be legal for 12 hours.  It would be similar to the movie The Purge but my way. Of course, I say make it 24 hours to get out all those feeling that have been building up inside of you driving you mad. Imagine just going out picking up any pretty package you want and doing whatever demented act you were driven to commit.

Are you scared to actually snatch a present off of the shelf? That is where I come in, of course. I am fearless, and being an accomplice is my specialty.  Just keep a few things in mind when it comes to rules and restrictions…there fucking is none!  Since rape is an act of violence and control why stop with just that. I have a blood lust that must be filled. It is either her or perhaps you! Imagine the ease of not having to go in hiding and worry about DNA?

I know your sick urges go way beyond what you have confessed to me. No? That is fine with me as once you go on your way to TRY and snang one without me I will finish the Little’s off in Ivy style. I do wonder if you have the balls to handle taking one on your own?  Ready for some Anarchy with Goth Girl Ivy? Think you can hang?

Goth Girl Ivy, join me or run!