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 You tried hard to stay away from me. You went to church, you read your bible, and you decided to wait until marriage and only fuck to procreate. My jaw actually hurts from laughing so fucking much. What the fuck did you think was going to happen? 

I’m an evil goth bitch and once I get my blood red claws on you, there’s no escaping. You tried to be a good boy but now you’re back craving me and my heathen ways.

          What shall I do with you? Shall I make you use your precious bible as a toilet? Maybe I should make you fuck one of your sweet girls from your church on the altar or in the confessional. We have wine, we have “the body of Christ” and now I have you. There’s no escaping Poison Ivy.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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         Truth time.

Tell me just what it is that gets your cock throbbing?  I mean really tell me, don’t make something up that you think I might want to hear. Don’t give me this Goddess Worship shit, because I detest a liar. Want to know what I detest even more? A man who hides a sexy, violent tendency from me. 

Your fetish started slowly, you didn’t even understand your violent feelings. Your hand around her neck while she is riding you only got tighter when she begged you to stop. You ignored her until you came. Fuck! You couldn’t believe how hard you came.  She left you, but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

That young girl who works at the ice cream shop, you imagine the things you want to do to her. One night you wait outside for her to leave. You follow her and push her down to the hard sidewalk where you rape her. You were on such a sexy high, yet a bit scared of getting caught. 

You pop into a little, dark bar. You see me smoking a clove and drinking whiskey shots. We chat, I have ideas, and you can’t believe your luck. A hot, rather crazy, goth accomplice. 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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                Your pretty blonde wife is nothing but a cunt tease and I won’t have it!  When I saw you both at an after hours bar, it was clear to me that you both wanted to have a bit of fun. Those kisses she planted on me had me wet in an instant.

Then what?

We get to your house and she announces she has a headache and I need to leave. The look on your face tells me it all. I guess I’m going to have to rape your fucking wife. 

I push her down to the floor, pull my panties to the side, and I sit on her face. She’s trying to turn her head, but I want that wet tongue in my ass.  Then I grab the vibe her husband handed me and I put it on her clit, making her cum over, and over again. 

Her husband is sitting on the chair stroking his impressive cock. I might need a taste of that later. Maybe make her watch while I do all the things she would never do. 

I’m getting a tad bored now. I text some of my friends male and female, and rape her over, and over until all she can do is grunt.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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Stop hanging at the park watching the little birds come home with me. I can show you so much and we can have such a fucking amazing time if only you submit to me and my sexy little friends. Take a long hit from my pipe and follow me up my stairs. 

                           Let Rose and Violet show you around my home. Please, make yourself comfy. You ask me their ages and I just smile. If you know, you know! You love the shiny matching corsets and boots. You wonder if you’ll get to fuck all of us.

  Not fucking hardly, bitch boi. The little ladies are mine to enjoy. Rose seductively asks you to strip for her. She points at your cock and looks confused. She has never seen something so tiny. What a waste of a man you are. 

The girls take you to another room where they wax and dress you. Violet mocks you telling you since you aren’t a man, you need to look like a bitch. They bring you to me and push you to the floor. They demand you suck my cock and then theirs. 

Let me tell you bitch boi, you have a very long night ahead of you.

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   Admit it, you always wanted to party with a sexy goth girl. You imagine black corsets, black boots, and filthy, dirty, nasty sex in odd places. You’ve always imagined it, but were too scared to even approach one. You couldn’t believe your luck when I invited you to a private party. 

What is cliché to me, is what you imagine in your dreams. We’re at a graveyard, the moon is bright, and I’m dancing in the moonlight nude. Hold on there loser, you seem to have the wrong idea about who you’ll be fucking or shall I say who will be fucking you.

    As we walk further in, you can no longer see the road or traffic. You see a group of very large black men, lights, and  cameras. You seem a bit confused. Where are the other goth girls? Where are the young ones? 

Don’t worry, it’s all under my control. It’s time for you to be the little cock sucking bitch I always knew you were. 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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            Easter is almost here and you’ve planned a neighborhood Egg Hunt for anyone who wants to join in the fun. You’re so excited for this. You’ve already purchased the cute rabbit cupcakes, little fun sandwiches, booze for the adults, and fruit punch for the little ones.  You even decided to wear a bunny costume. 

The parents hung around for an hour or so and once convinced, the kids were fine to be left with us. You look at me and smile. It’s warm out and the kids are warm from all the playing and hunting. It’s time for some fruit punch.

As they drink, they get silly.  I suggest a game or two.

As they run more and play their pretty little sundresses are blowing up. All the boys have left and it’s just us and 3 girls. They’re so sweaty, in bare feet, and torn dresses. We bring them all in for clean up and a nap. After some more fruit punch, they all fall asleep on my bed. 

I can feel the juices flowing, my pussy is craving a little fun time. I lock the front door, close the blinds and we enter the bedroom.

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It takes a lot to get me excited and a fucking hell of a lot to get me off.  Some of you men and your boring vanilla calls and role-plays do nothing for me. I need to be stimulated in the most fucked up of ways.

Care to join me?

                           Filthy, nasty, twisted, sick, and violent is how I like my calls. When you’re as jaded and have seen it all like me, normal, and vanilla just doesn’t do it. I’m feeling very violent today and would fucking love to fuck someone up. 

                           How about you? That snooty blonde that lives across the street. She thinks her shit doesn’t stink, doesn’t she? You’ve tried to talk to her, but she walks away. What a fucking cunt!

Let’s plan to get revenge on her.

I knock on her door, pretending I’m lost. I engage her and quickly push the needle into her arm. We take her to her bedroom and strip and tie her up.

She is waking now. Let’s fucking play!

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Fucking hell, you really aren’t much of a man, are you? Look at you and your goddamn flabby ass. You made me so mother fucking sick that I just want to vomit in your face. Are you fucking kidding me, THAT got your clit to twitch? 

Oh no, you don’t! Don’t you dare try to back away from me. You are a little fucking cunt of a man, and I intend to treat you as such. 

Assume the position, head back and on your knees. Why should I sit on the hard, cold toilet seat, when I have your ugly fucking face to sit on?  Beg me for it, beg me to let you suck my shit like a dick. Fuck, you are so goddamn gross!

You know what? I have totally had enough of you.

Get on all fours and crawl to the pen. If you displease me, it will be the choke collar for you.

Get to fucking crawling, bitch.

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      Well fuck, seems to me like you have a problem.  Somehow you got waylaid while out shopping for gifts for the wife and kids. Here you are in a seedy hotel off the highway, drunk and broke.  That isn’t the worst if it though, is it? 

                       You start to come out of your fog, and look around the room. You really don’t even remember getting there. Sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of who knows what, you wonder just where the fuck you are. Is that blood?

You stumble to the bedroom, and see the girls in your bed. You see the empty bottles, and the lines of white stuff on the nightstand.  You make some noise hoping the girls will wake up.  Maybe? You wonder if they are even alive. Oh god!!

The phone rings in the room. You ignore it, but it keeps ringing, making you a little crazy. You finally pick it up and you hear my voice. I instruct you to put the thumb drive in the tablet. You’re shaking and the girls still haven’t woken up.  There it is right before you. Your entire night and every twisted thing you did. 

Not quite the Christmas you expected perv, is it? 

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         I  finally was able to leave my house without hurling at the stupidity of the costumes of losers. If I saw one more sexy nurse, police women, witches or Tinkerbelle’s, I might have to kill someone! Not that I don’t enjoy killing. 

    Halloween is so hard on you perv’s looking to get some relief with your pedo cocks. Anyway, this blog isn’t about that though, I do love to manipulate them. It’s about how a drink in a dark bar led to the hottest fuck.

      He was older than me and sexy in that professional power type of way. I bought him a drink and one drink led to my nest. I went to get us some absinthe while he made himself at home. We had our drinks, toasted to new fucking friends, then he grabbed me around my throat. He was fast, caught me off guard. Before long, I was in chains and a bit bloody, and telling him my secrets. 

        I held my breath as the first blow from my own flogger tore at my pale skin…delicious. Eventually, I passed out and woke to the sounds of slurping as he licked up the bloody torn mess of my back, thighs, ass, and cunt. Soon, I was begging him to fuck my ass and leave his mark.

You wonder if I stayed sub to his dom? Not likely!

Written By: Poison Ivy

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Perfection is right at your fingertips. The question is… are you worthy of me? When I say I have no restrictions, I mean NONE whatsoever. I’m mostly dominant but for men who have what it takes, that certain something that makes me cream, I can be purring under your strong, rough hands.

I love bad boys and in control strong men just as much as I get off being your accomplice. Of course, if you’re scared of a perverted goth slut, well then; I’m not the girl for you. Depraved, twisted, demented, is who I am.

If you’re a little bitch that needs controlling, I’ll sense that in a minute and eat you for lunch.

What are you waiting for? You know my pale skin feels like silk and my devious mind will take you places you never dared to go. Are you a cunt or are you a strong, rough m

an who takes what he desires?

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 You and I we have a love/hate relationship don’t we?  You love me because I know you so very well but for that same reason you hate me. You stare at me just wishing you wanted to fuck me, but sadly for you, your lust lies elsewhere. It took me just a few hours to completely figure you out.

You still run to me, I’m the only one you can confess your sins to. Is it a confession when I already know or when I help you sin in the name of twisted lust? 

You’re confused because you can’t digest what you really are? Come to me because I know and understand. I’m your “depraved and immoral” girl. When you’re alone at night, you’re the most exposed and fragile, I’m the one to run to. Your perversions have a home and a safe haven with me.  

Come out to play.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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You know what I like about fucking Summer? One season closer to Fall. This year the heat started early. The cool thing is from my apartment roof I can watch so much of the city and it’s dweller’s. A blanket, booze, and music, and I’m ready to watch the world from my own little spot. 

Ever wonder what goes on when people think they’re behind closed doors? Like the big white house and it inhabitants. Small blonde girl and her dad is all I ever see. They always look so fucking friendly to each other, not in a dad/daughter kind of way. Time and exploration is what I need to find the truth to it all. Like I said, I’m hot, bored, and love dirty drama; and a chance to exploit it.

                 Next it’s time to insert myself into their lives. Ever so helpful in recommending schools, places to eat, and of course, alarm companies and such. I even suggested Teddy Cams, as he will want to know what his baby girl is up too. What he won’t know is that I’ll have viewing access to all the cams. 

What am I gathering this information for? Blackmail bitches!  You don’t expect me to earn my money the mundane way, do you? 

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                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. 

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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.

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Everyone at some point in time has felt some attraction to something dark. Whether you were turned on by some evil movie or perhaps you were looking at the dead womans boobs for too long during a body viewing.  These little nasty thoughts are what most people try to ignore and bury deep down inside. 

No need to do that with me.

Death is beautiful, as are all things dark. It is sensual, sexy, and satisfying. Killing is even more beautiful. Snuff is an artform to be appreciated deeply.  Let’s create some art together…

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        Halloween has come and gone and now it’s time for the boring holidays. We know how to make the best of those boring times, don’t we? Think of it this way; the sexy little Halloween costumes can now be little Snow Angels. How cute they are in their little Christmas dresses. White stockings, white patent Maryjane’s, and adorable little Disney Princess panties. It’s all there with a little fucking imagination. You do have one, don’t you?

Imagine that you’re so excited for Christmas that you can’t sleep? Your little one has a friend over for a sleepover. That is the real reason you can’t sleep. They’re giggling in the living room. The girls are by the tree, shaking the presents. They’re chatting about what could be in the pretty wrapped boxes. You have a surprise for them, don’t you? 

You finally let them know you’re watching with it out. Your big hand is around your cock and you’re stroking it.  You ask them if they want to see something really special. Their big eyes light up at the thought of a special Christmas surprise. You knell in front of them. They’re like little Goddesses. They’re watching as you stoke it. You try to hold back to make it last, but watching the two tiny Goddesses, you can’t control yourself. 

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The Spooky Season is almost here and you’re hoping that this year will be better. Last year was such a disappointment with the kids all home because of the pandemic. 

You’re so excited planning out the Haunted House you will have for them. You’re already jerking it while you think about all the sexy costumes. Fairies, nurses, Disney Princess, and little vampires. You’re busting with excitement.

I have taught you well, and you’ve procured an old abandoned home. You’ve taken many precautions to avoid any neighbors and hide yourself away as you prepare. If things go as planned, you’ll have a houseful to play with. If things go perfect, you’ll have to destroy all the evidence including the house.

I carefully check your to-do list. Edibles to pass out as typical candy, spiked punch, restraints, candles, floggers, nipple clamps, and some very sharp implements. Looks perfect!

Check with me after Halloween to see just how our little party went!

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     Your wife and kids are asleep and you’re so fucking bored.  You manage to get on the Dark Web. You can’t believe your eyes. Drugs, sex, and violence. It’s all there for you to step out of your boring comfort zone.

You’re a bit nervous, but some liquid courage helped.  Soon, you’re chatting with people you would never talk to or meet in your sorry real life. 

You begin chatting with me. You say the same tired words.  Goth girls this, Goth girls that. We go into a private chat where your fantasy meets my reality. You give me your address and alarm code. It’s fantasy after all you assume.

I show up at your home around 2 am. I am not alone. We first wake you up, and then your wife. You’re pleading, telling me you really didn’t mean it. Your wife is confused and begins to scream. I shut her up with a punch that breaks her teeth. Then she is awake and lucid enough to worry about the 2 in the next room. 

Be careful what you wish for, daddy!

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 There was no Halloween last year, but now that restrictions are easing up  the little ones are going door to door for Easter candy.  You’re so fucking excited about it all.

You call me and ask if you could hang with me. You tell me this will be the best Easter we’ve ever had. You come over for the final planning. Some things you just don’t want any sort of paper trail for.  If you get just where I’m going with this. 

We purchased all the items we needed for a great Easter. A few of the clerks asked if this was for our kiddos. I smiled, and said that it certainly was. I almost gagged on those words. They thought we were a fucking married couple with children. We got to my house and began working on the candy eggs we would hand out.

  With a hypo we began injecting the candy with fun drugs like LSD and Ketamine. We rented a small house at the edge of town so no one could trace anything to us.  

I needed someone I could toss under the bus if things went bad. I invited a few more people to join us that I knew would love to be in on our dirty, sexy depraved fun on Easter. I always plan ahead. The more I thought about it all, a party would make the most sense.  I borrowed a kid from a crackhead we knew and took her with me giving out invitations to our party. By the time we’re done, it will all look so innocent. Little do they fucking know!

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