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Killer Phone Sex with Holly

It’s that time of year to tell me your dark, secret fantasies. I know they’re in there and I’m the perfect psychotic bitch to share them too.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to take a cute, pigtail victim and rape her cunt? The fear in her eyes makes your cock pump faster. The tears running down her pretty, pale face makes you want to stretch her tight cunt even more. Her screams are music to your ears.

I’m the devil on your shoulders telling you to take her young life. I tell you how fucking hot it would make me to see you fuck a dead corpse. I ask you to hold out your hand while your cock is still deep in her. I place the knife in your hand. I slide down my black panties and straddle her face with my dripping, wet cunt. I want to feel her screams and last breath inside of me. Keep fucking her harder. Now, go ahead and slit her throat. Lets see if you can cum faster than she can die.

 

 

Written By: Holly
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Cruel Goddess Ivy

I feel as though you have misinterpreted my brief moment of kindness. Snapping her little neck was an act of mercy that you will never experience. Her tiny little body was used, abused, bleeding and worthless once we were finished. My pale hands around her neck, then tossing her out to feed the pigs took care of a two-fold problem. Did it not? I do love it out at my deceased lovers farm. Total privacy, and lovely gross ways to dispose of remains. My high has worn off, we have no pretty play things, and I am bored as fuck.

I will give you a choice loser. Go hunt for me, or I will amuse myself by shredding your flesh with my flogger. I see, you have chosen severe pain from your Goddess. Amazing, one lash and you’re whining like a bitch. Maybe I should toss you alive to the hungry pigs for wasting my fucking precious time. You have changed your mind? Good, I much rather flog tender, young flesh.

Bring her to me. I want a tiny single digit babe with long blonde hair. No sign of tits, body hair or any sign she might be too old for our play. Off with you now, and don’t forget the party favors.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Snapping Necks For Pleasure

I guess forcing me as a little babe to take gymnastics wasn’t the worst idea. I am pretty fucking limber now aren’t I? I know what you’re thinking, and that will never happen. You just aren’t my type, but you knew that the minute you tried to get my attention. Now you have it, and you are going to regret it quickly!

You spread my legs and try to lick my tasty twat. My legs wrap around your head. You aren’t going anywhere useless bitch. Did I hear his neck snap? Now, that is just a shame! I really had more plans for him. I wanted him on cam for all my fuck buddies to see what happens if you displease me.

I have to admit, this little fucking adventure has gotten me hot as fuck. Call me bitch, let’s see if you are worth my time. Doubtful!

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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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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Dark And Twisted Phone Sex With Poison Ivy

GOTH IVY   You like it dark, twisted, deviant and perverted, well so do I. I will try anything once to see if it gets me off, and I mean fucking ANYTHING. Some men are afraid to tell me what they want when they call me, but I know I always know. I can read you like my favorite book. Funny fucking thing is, it is the quiet ones that are the most perverse.

 
This cold ass winter is almost over and then comes your favorite time of the year. Warm weather means little frilly dresses, short shorts and bikinis on tiny underage bodies. Come on perv, stop looking at those little girl modeling sites and go out and really have some fun. The little twats on modeling sites aren’t for people like us. Fuck no!! They’re vanilla and we don’t do vanilla.
 
It is time to call your goth goddess and see what she has planned for us for Easter, family Summer vacations and perving in the park. You know you can’t quit the addiction and this time of year it is even stronger, the addict needs his fix of jail bait sex.

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Let The Madness Begin

 

GOTH IVYYou notice more and more each day that I am far from just an accomplice, I am a goddess for you to obey and worship. I am the only female that isn’t underage that you desire. You watch me as we play and you want to lick my long, pale legs and taste every inch of me. When I kiss you with their taste on my lips it drives you mad with lust.

I am now in your dreams with two little devil dolls by my side. Two little accomplice goddesses with pale skin and bright red hair. Sadly for you, they belong to me, but look at the little birds I “borrow” for us to play with. A session with me is a walk into the realm of madness. Once you have your first taste, you’re madly, insanely and forever hooked. You become an Ivy junkie that no amount of rehab can fix. Why would you want to be cured of me? I make your dreams and other’s nightmares come true.

The little girls are so fucking cute in their red velvet dresses, red lace socks, red patent shoes and red panties with hearts. They’re passing out cards to all the little boys. Those bitches never gave you any cards, did they? How about a little Valentine’s Day revenge?

            Goth Girl Ivy

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Bug Party For The Man Who Has it All

   

      Malaya I have this friend that is a huge adrenaline junkie. We first met when I was an intern at a piercing place. We hit it off and I took him to his first suspension. After a few years of doing things most people couldn’t imagine, we were both feeling a tad uninspired. He kept teasing me about what huge gesture would I do for him this year on the oh so sacred..cough, cough, eyes roll back in head..V’D.

A few drinks and my mind went off in a direction no vanilla mind would go. I decided to throw him a “Bug Party.” Playing Russian Roulette with your body and infected men and women. He wanted to be surprised so I told him to meet me at the our favorite trashy motel where we party when we know it needs to be kept secret. He looked confused while we sat at the bar and I told him the room was filled with hot men and women. “Sex”, sex is what you planned?”, he said looking quite annoyed. 

I told him that first he needed to watch his tone or I would remove him of his balls and then I explained the party. He actually looked fucking scared! I could smell the excitement mixed with fear. I explained that 3/4 were infected with some sort of sex bug, and that even I didn’t know who was. Without any thought to what this could mean to his future he, let’s just say he jumped right in.

               Hardcore Malaya     

 

Written By: Malaya Maxx
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Smile For The Fucking Camera

 ivy I fucking hate smiling for photos, I would much rather sneer for the camera; but these dumb sessions are just a means to an end. We need to make the sessions look real for the little pretty things that want to be famous models one day. I am not exactly lying when I promise them fame and that their pictures will be seen all over the internet. They just have no idea it will be in porno’s and snuff films. For those with delicate souls who deny who they are, I will just call them art house films.

I have brought over 3 little darling for this session. They ask about the clothes they will model and I explain for now they’re perfect just as they are. I have my pictures done, stripping off my clothes a bit. I need for them to think this is real. They all begin to look scared, tears begin to run down their pretty little faces. Even that young they begin to sense something isn’t right. Oh, there is nothing right, and everything depraved about what this day and night will bring.

I calm them down with a glass of spiked apple juice. The “producer” Is getting impatient with so many orders coming in for our little film. The flat chested spoiled twats are ready to become stars. Too bad they won’t get to enjoy their 15 minutes of fame as their bodies will be left to the rats and what once was a production house will go back to being a crack house. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Nightmare at The Emily Morgan

malaya maxxxI met you at a party where we danced, drank and flirted. I thought you were interesting in a sort of nerdy way. I had no idea most of the time what the fuck you were rambling about with  gaming, and superhero shit. All I really noticed was you had a pretty mouth if you only shut the fuck up I could find a use for it.

The hotel was wicked with neo gothic architecture and furnishings. Rumors were: at one time it was an orphanage where several little fuckers disappeared and housed an asylum as well. Some of us got rooms to stay for the night and at 3:33 am the doors were locked till morning.

You and your friends were staying to try and take pictures with the hotels reputation. Classic!! I had other plans. I took all my accoutrements out of my overnight bag and got prepared to raise a little hell. You were alone in the study when you saw me standing there, eyes glowing and nude. I grabbed you by your neck and tossed you on the floor. I ripped off your clothes and stomped your balls with my heels. You tried to call out for your friends but no one was coming to help you.

Hours later you woke with hand prints on your neck, claw marks down your body, and a strap-on shoved in your ass. The room smelled like sex, and your dick was sore and had dried cum on it. At least you thought it looked like dried cum. You tried to find me, knocked on my door, asked the men who opened the hotel back up. Looks like you imagined me!

Maleficent Malaya

 

Written By: Malaya Maxx
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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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