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A Man Is In My House

 

      It’s almost Valentine’s Day and I wanted to wear something special for my new boyfriend. I was trying on some of my lingerie and dresses when I heard a loud noise. I decided it was my imagination, and kept trying on everything I had that was red. 

I look up in the mirror and see a man behind me.  I try to scream, but he covers up my mouth. His hands smell odd, maybe like a cigar. I try and stab him with my manicure scissors, but he is too big for me. He just laughs.

He promises he won’t hurt me if I am a good girl. I feel odd. Like scared, but at the same time a little excited. Like sexual excitement? How can that be? He makes me walk to my bedroom. He is commenting on my body as I walk.  Why do I feel wetness between my shaking legs?

He pushes me down on my bed and takes off all his clothes. Oh wow, my boyfriend isn’t that size. He is kissing down my body and it feels amazing. I don’t want to cum. That would be gross as he is forcing me. He is pushing inside of me and I have never, ever felt anything so good.

Oh god, I hope my boyfriend never finds out. 

 

    

Written By: Emily
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L. O. S. E. R.

 

 

L is for the tiny LITTLE thing you call a cock

O. is for the ORGASM you could never give me. Ugh, gross!

S. is for the SEX you will never get.

E. is for how EMBARRASSED you always make yourself around me. 

R. is for RAPE which you will love my boyfriend to do to you.

Put it all together it spells LOSER and that’s exactly what you are to me!

 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Deviant Urges

They’re times I have these urges. Some of them violent  and deviant, but always hot as fuck. You never know where my urges will take me, but last night was one of the best or worst depending how you see it.

I sometimes park in front of a school and watch the students come and go. They’re all just so fucking cute. I love how the girls try to sexy up their uniforms by making the skirts shorter and tighter. Tiny tits, hairless legs, and a perfect bubble butt. That alone makes my cunt wet.

There was this one sweet little thing that was all alone. I do love the ones that don’t hang with a pack. I think my friends would just love her.

I walk over to her and ask directions. I explain I don’t live in area and her directions were so confusing. I see her eyes go to my cell, and I explain that it’s not working right now.

She gets in my car and I ask if she would like a sip of wine. She tells me her age and that she has never had any wine. I smile and tell her to drink up. She passes out pretty quick since I spiked her wine.

I’m at my friends house now and she is still passed out. One of the men drags her in and tosses her on the floor with the others. Such beautiful young flesh for us to play with. About now, the girls are waking up. They look very scared. They just have no idea how scared they should be.

 

Written By: Brianna
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The Little Thing Down The Road

Tiny, fragile, innocent, lonely, and sad. These are the things you look for. Aren’t they just that? Flat chests, old torn clothes, and hungry. You know just what it is you are looking for.  Your telescope is out, as they move in. You are anxiously waiting, and looking. You see bedroom furniture. Could it be? 

                  The weather took a fucking early warm turn, and she is sitting alone in her shorts. You are nothing if not friendly, so you introduce yourself to the family with drinks and cookies. Those empty brown eyes are calling to you. You smile and make small talk to her. You know all about the games, dolls, and music little ones like. You fit in so well.

               You make plans. You buy a kiddie pool, some yard toys and you are all set. You have never wanted anything so much. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Follow Me

             

     It’s a long, lonely walk up those stairs, isn’t it? You stand there and sigh. You can feel your cock growing stiff. He’s up there, just as fucking cute as can be. You go back to your den. You try to look at some porn. Porn isn’t very satisfying, when you can’t look at the dark stuff. You are shaking as you go on the special section of The Dark Web. You quickly turn it off and snort up a line.

Now you are pacing the floor. You try, and calm down with a drink. She won’t be home for another 2 hours. Maybe just a peak in his room. More liquid courage and another line. You finally summon up the courage to call me. 

Follow me up the stairs. Come on, because you know you are craving it. 

                   Call me to make all your dark, disturbing, and twisted fantasies come true. Why deprive yourself, when you can call me?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Daddy! I Want it All

                   

                        Daddy is so sorry because Mr. Wonka is being so unreasonable. I want it and I want it now.  Maybe if daddy leaves and I get Mr. Wonka alone. I see Mr. Wonka staring at me. He is such a perv, but I can use that to my advantage.  

                        Mr. Wonka’s price has gone way up on the squirrels. I guess it’s time to remove my panties.  Now it’s a pony I want not a squirrel. Maybe if Violet helped me to seduce Mr. Wonka. My idea is to have him catch us kissing and grinding our bodies together. I know the perv in him will go for it. I want a fucking pony!

Violet and I are sharing a huge lollipop now. Mr. Wonka is watching us intently.  Is that a special candy cane in his pants?  I want it all, and I want it now!

 

Written By: AJ
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Little Dead Girl

     While taking a long walk in the cemetery to clear my head, I came across it. A little hand in the dirt pile. I carefully cleared away the dirt and there she was. Tiny, fragile and blonde. I touched her hand and she was cold. She must have been carelessly buried days ago, as rigger has passed. 

A closer look revealed that she was undressed and dressed again after perhaps?  She had such pretty blue eyes. I wonder what they looked like in her last moments. Was she scared? Or was she happy to die? 

I remove her clothes to get a better look. She has such adorable little nipples. I wonder if I flick my finger over one. Did her eyes just flutter? I wonder what a dead girl’s pussy would feel like? What would it taste like? This is definitely something I have always wanted to do. I slowly and gently place a kiss on her lips. Her dead smell is intoxicating. I feel my heart beating out of my chest, as I kiss my way down. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Finally Alone With her

So many thoughts in your head tonight. You are finally alone with her. You climb the stairs to her room. You can hear yourself breathe in the quiet of the empty house. You open her bedroom door, it creaks loudly. You are hoping the pills you put in her dinner will keep her asleep.

Fuck, is she tiny. You think she looks so sexy in her pink sleep shorts and top. You can see the outline of her tiny nipples under the thin material of her little shirt. You stop for a second and start of leave the room.

You can smell her now.  It is intoxicating. What is that smell?  Some sort of little girl body spray? Her lips are shiny. Maybe just a quick kiss.

You pull down the covers all the way. The outline from her sleep shorts, you have to touch it. You start to leave her room, but you hear my voice in your ear.  Just fucking do it, no one will ever know.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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A Bit of Poison With Your Pleasure

The men and women in my life try so hard to forget me. The places I take them terrifies them, but it also excites them more than they ever thought possible. For that reason, you must take your Poison with your pleasure.

Your hand is shaking, you say “hello” in this little scared voice. 

You start with questions, way to many fucking questions. I promise you, I will make you use a ball gag if you don’t shut it with the annoying questions.  

Now you are doing all the tiresome things men do when they don’t want to be honest with me. Nothing is too extreme or violent for me. You cannot shock me, you never could. You like them young? Silly, stupid man. So do I. 

After our call, you might try to forget me. You can’t, can you? Be brave for once, take what it is you crave. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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AJ And Her Beanie Babies

       Last week my favorite Uncle came for a visit.  I love all the attention he gives me. It’s funny, because I have never seen a grown man so interested in me. We talk about everything. For some reason though, he has always been interested, maybe even fascinated by my huge collection of Beanie Babies. I found them at a yard sale.

                Last week while we were hanging in my room, he asked about the one way at the top. I said I would try and reach up to get it for him. It was definitely one of the most special Beanies. I stood on my bed, and he put his hand on my waist so I wouldn’t fall off my bed.  Wait? What? Is his hand moving to my ass? 

I know just what phone sex Uncle is doing. What a perv he is.  His face is now right there by my pussy. He tells me one of the buttons on my tiny shorts has come undone. Why is he looking there? Giggles. I know what you are doing Uncle James.  I am going to tell mommy unless you do something special for me.

Do you want to know what I made him do for me?  I promise to tell all the naughty details.

 

Written By: AJ
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