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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!

Now I Own You

Most men need an accomplice when it comes to unspeakable deeds they can’t do alone.  Here is the thing, once I am involved how long till another finds out. My fucking mom always said that once another person is involved, how can it be a secret.  I hate to admit it but the old bitch is right. I tend to get a little mouthy when I drink and do the drugs of my choice, and I do that a fucking LOT!

You need help, I love money so it works out perfect for me. Just remember, I know everything you did and I keep the proof safe for when I want something.  You look at me and quietly say I helped so I am just as liable. How will you prove it perv? I can lie my way out of any situation, so you are fucked.

You say you want out? Judging from the ruined Littles on the floor it is a tad too late. It was too late the moment you told me of your addiction.  My favorite line in Hell raiser certainly applies to this situation…”Oh, no tears please. It is a waste of good suffering”

You called? I came. Evil Goth Girl Ivy

Little Dead Thing

I get so many deviant requests and for a price I will do it all. A male friend of mine had gone as far as he ever thought he would by almost choking the life out of one of his party favors. That just left him wanting more, and when he wants more I get more. It is a win fucking win situation.

I admit, I teased and pried and got it out of him after a few lines. He didn’t want her to die while fucking her, he wanted her already cold, dead and turning blue. We agreed on a price as I would need someone to procure her for me. The deal was fair as this was one of those I planned on selling the dvd’s to snuff fans. Well fucking technically she was already rat bait.

He met me at one of the locations we shift to and from and there was his victim. Can it really be a victim if she is already dead? I admit, how she died is another story for another time. His cock sprung up the minute he saw her and her bluish skin. There was no wasting time for him, no playing, looking or inspecting. I guess he wasn’t ready YET for the smell of a rotting corpse. I had to calm him down and give him another line as people weren’t going to pay big money for a 2 minute fuck clip of a dead girl.

When he took his first plunge it was deep and fast, his face had the look of a maniac. Quite sexy, if you like maniacs.  My crew was getting worked up more than normal and a needle to each of their mainlines did the trick. Soon we were done and the clean up crew did whatever the fuck it is they do. I do adore my twisted friends.

Taking it to the extreme

Everyone has a dark side lurking, waiting for a reason to come out. If you want to come out and play with me you have no choice but to take things to the extreme. See we all have a part in us that says “don’t do it”. I lost that benign tumor in my brain a long fucking time ago. I can’t find a reason to not do exactly what I fucking want. If it gets my hot cunt wet, I am going to do it.

You love can be the man that takes just what he wants  or you can be the twat loser who gets taken.  Drugs, gratuitous violence, sex, torture…what is it that makes your cock spring up to play? Restrictions are for sniffling cunts and I have none. How about you? Let out the beast in you and just maybe for once do it with no thought of consequence. I promise to play with and then get rid of the evidence.

Devious Goth Girl Ivy, Cum to my world.

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.

Trick or Treat

I know exactly why you perverts love Halloween. That is the day you give out candy to adorable little angels all dressed up in pink like a Fairy Tale Princess. They come by the dozens one cuter than the next, tiny, fragile and young. They smile at you and say “Trick or treat”, but in your twisted mind you think they say something else.

Your wife thinks you are just so wonderful suggesting every year she go to dinner with friends and you will take care of the passing out of candy. Damn, is she a clueless bitch, or what? When she gets home she is always so happy she gives you your yearly blowjob. I wonder who you imagine is really sucking your cock? There were just so many last year you had to wear loose sweat pants to hide your hardon.

I have a plan asshat loser. Call me to do some hot role-play of your twisted desires and avoid that boner while giving out candy.

Drugs, sex and whatever

What is it you are in the mood for tonight?  Suck me fuck me calls bore the fucking hell out of me. When I say I have no taboos or restrictions I totally mean that. In fact, why not test that theory and try to shock me. No caller has ever been so depraved they shocked me. Those that have tried I just laughed at.

I have been doing a little “go fast” and I am so horny I need a plaything as wicked as me. I know I can make you cum so hard I will leave you drained and addicted.  Can you do the same for me? Can you make my hot, wet creamy goth cunt crave another call with you?

Why not do a few shots or some blow then watch your favorite type of porn and give me a call. No judgments here unless you want a vanilla type call. I will just roll my eyes, do another line and take your money while I find something more interesting. Embrace your  dark side with me Deviant Goth Girl Ivy.

Long Distance Relationships

The only relationships I can real handle are long distance ones. I guess that is one of the reasons I only fuck musicians. They are on the road so much I can keep all my deviant secrets from them. I try to separate anything like a romantic thing from the most twisted sides of me. If you have ever talked to me you could see how this makes perfect sense.

The one I consider a boyfriend is in town maybe 4 times a year and he has earned the right to have a key in case I am not home when he gets here. We have a few agreements like he must never, ever go down to my basement. The door is locked and only I have the key. If someone ever finds themselves down in my basement they will more than likely never see daylight again.

I arrived home around 3 am to see his old classic hearse in my driveway. I had been fucking my step brother all night and had jizz dripping from all my holes.  I called his name but there was no answer. What a dumb fuck my soon to be ex boyfriend Gabe is as he went down to my private area. He was sitting on the floor drinking my best absinthe straight from the bottle. He looked at me shocked and asked me how could I, why would I and why didn’t I give him a chance to bail by telling him the truth.

I calmed him down some kissing him and telling him he has a personal live in New Orleans just like I do here. I also told him now that he knew he had no choice but to join in since that would be the only way I knew he would shut the fuck up. He was staring at my thighs and seemed a bit upset that cum was dripping down my legs. I sat on his face and made him clean all my hot holes. It seemed after a while he was really getting into it. After cuming again and coating his face even more I got off of his face. He was rock hard and begging me to suck his cock. “Don”t worry Gabe, you will get your cock sucked by not by me”, I whispered. It is time to join me in my debauchery or become one of the victims. After a few more swigs off the bottle he agreed to join me.  I went to the cold storage room and unlocked the door. I dragged a sobbing little blonde in a pony tail over to him. “Fuck her face and show me you want to be part of my world, I said with a snarl.  He wasted no time once he saw her flat chest and  pretty little bald pussy.

Do you want to be my partner in crime or my victim?  Choose wisely.

“Let Me In”

My specialty is pushing men’s boundaries taking them places they never thought they wanted to go. To think I am just a one trick pony would be doing me a very big disservice. Last night I  took a caller to a place he never imagined he had a desire to go.  It seems like now he can’t get enough. I can be your Goddess with a sultry whisper of a voice or I can sound so young you will quite possibly piss your pants. Now on to our last night’s hot fantasy.

Michael is a divorced gentleman who is in charge of a large company. He has a very hard time relaxing and letting go. He is trying to sleep but he can’t get his mind off of his work. It is around 3 am and he hears a light tapping at his window. He see’s the innocent face of a girl. “Please invite me in”, she says. Being the kind man that he is he opens his window and helps her in. Bella is dirty, clothes torn but so very pretty. ” I am so hungry mister, so very very hungry”, she says.  Michael is drawn to her beauty and with his feelings of wanted to care for her is is also feeling his cock stirring.

He suggests a warm bath for her. He tells her to get  undressed and he will make her a sandwich. “No, please stay with me I am scared”. Bella whispers.  He tries to look away as she takes off her worn clothes but  he can’t stop looking at her delicate young body. He is confused by his feeling of lust and by her demeanor.  She looks like a child but there is something enticing him to do depraved acts with her. Bella lays back in the tub full of fragrant bubbles telling Michael she is so hungry and she has to feed. Her little hand pulls him towards her as she bites his neck hard. He knows she has broken his skin but it feels so good and he couldn’t push her away even if he wanted. As she sucks his warm nourishing blood his hand travels to her tiny little bald slit. She quietly moans as he slides a finger inside her.

Michael doesn’t remember much or how he ended up on his bed with her between his legs sucking on his thigh. She lifts her head up with her innocent face covered in his blood and she smiles. Bella straddles Michael and slides his cock into her. She is so tight and he can feel himself pushing against her cherry. Bella begins to ride him hard, like a wild animal her long finger nails tearing ribbons of blood on his chest. She  she licks it up savoring it and then finds his pulsing vein in his neck. She bites hard as he grunts and yelps and cums inside her.  He wakes up in the morning with a longing and wonders if she will be back.

I Might Like You Better If We Slept Together

Want to know something. I find people extremely deadening. Most of the time when a”norm” is trying to talk to me you can see my eyes glaze over and I go to Ivy Land. Ivy Land is a place where you do what you are told and serve me. It is a place where I am never bored, sex is never vanilla and there is old absinthe of every brand to partake  of.

You are either my friend “fucking doubtful”, my partner in crime and fuck buddy or my subbie. It takes a very deviant man to be my fuck buddy but once you are the sex is way beyond anything a “norm” can imagine. Call me and lets see where it goes because………

I might like you better if we slept together

There is somethin’ in your eyes that says maybe

That’s never, never say never