Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

I was getting ready to do a little hunting and the thought of it had me unbelievably horny. I mean there is horny and there is fuck I need to cum! I planned on going on my own tonight as I had something special in mind. I was in the mood to destroy this cute emo boy.

There was this knock on my door. It had been awhile since we hunted a sweet little victim because he went to rehab for his deviant, twisted desires. When he told me that, I was “fuck, yeah sure here we go again.” He can’t resist me or the little baby dolls for too long. I kind of have a love/hate relationship with most of the guys in my life. It is sort of like the way you love/hate your sick desires.

He had some party favors to get on my good side and to use when we play. Rather bold of him, but his p-cock was in desperate need. I thought about sending his ass on his own but I fucking love the hunt!

Off we went to a new spot I had been thinking of. The boring, vanilla mall. The sweet young things are all over since school is out. The soccer moms dump them there for “mom” time.

There she was licking on an ice cream cone with long blonde hair, pink shorts and a little tee that said Eye Candy. What the fuck was her whore mom thinking? When I approached her, I told her that her mom had been in a car wreck and she needed to come with me. Once we had her in the car, I knocked her out with my fist and we went to a private spot a few hours out of town. He couldn’t wait and started without me. Yeah, no that won’t fly. I pulled over, and did another hit. Fuck it, this spot looked good enough so we dragged her by her long blonde hair into the woods. He pissed on her to wake her up and we began to play. Some things never change, and a p-fuck will always crave tender flesh.

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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  You 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

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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     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. 

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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You have had a hard life at times, a crappy childhood, and are a loner. You don’t connect with bubbly, sweet girls. You want a girl who is raw, real, and can relate to the dark side of life. Well, that is me, Sarah Jesse.

Want to share stories of fucked-up mothers, pervy boyfriends, or a dirty daddy? Sometimes it feels good to connect with someone who understands what it is like to have no childhood innocence. Learning that sex sells, the commodity that you can use to make pervs open up their wallets and buy you presents you are young. Submitting to them because you were easily manipulated.

You are like me. We both like sharing experiences, but what turns us on is nasty, twisted, dark fantasies. I can tell you a very nasty tale of the debauchery that I have witnessed at sex parties and orgies.  Men with money who can buy anything they want and have it brought to them. I have seen things and participated in the lewdest and lascivious activities in the city that never sleeps, NYC.

Perhaps you have a forbidden pleasure, a salacious fetish or an obscene fantasy. Let your mind go and let’s do a roleplay. No taboos, no limitations here on my end.

Sarah Jesse

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   It starts with a bloody kiss, a kiss from the blood on my lips where I licked the razor cut. It is tinged with the white powder where you broke the white rock on her ass cheek. There is no way to describe the feeling, so hot, so erotic and I sometimes wonder if the feeling could ever be so intense again? Of course it is; every fucking time we plot, hunt and capture our victim. Picture the first time you broke a virginal cherry, tasted her sweet cunt juice or felt the needle pierce your skin.

With that first bloody kiss, we jumped down the proverbial Rabbit Hole, never to return or regain our sanity. She sits in the corner, makeup smeared and begging for more. Yet she knows more means she will be used more. Even in her battered and torn state, she is plotting on how to become an accomplice for us, how to toss one of her little friends under the bus. This is how it begins, our unending supply of party favors that all began with late night plotting and a bloody kiss.

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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     Fall is in the air, you can smell it, can’t you? We both know what that means. You have a new hunting ground going from the beach to sitting in front of schools. Little pink bikini’s leave little to the imagination but a little Catholic School Uniform is a total different story. Isn’t it perv?  Pretty little packages for you to unwrap?

What is under those little skirts? You can see those cotton panties in your mind’s eye, and if you imagine hard enough you can smell their bald twats.  Admit it to me, tell me who you are! 

You want to please your goddess, to make me proud of you. Here is your chance. This time it will be me waiting for you to bring me a present. I am greedy tonight, I want two presents. I taught you well, and now you most show me your worth. Do it, perv!

Written By: Poison Ivy

I don’t have any romance or sweet kisses in my DNA. I am fucking hardcore! I fuck hard and kinky! I have sex every day! I have a fucking dirty mind!

You want me for your secret, most perverted phone sex desires and fantasies. I am the perfect accomplice for when you have a taste for something young, fresh and sweet. We can let our minds go into the deep dark places. We can violate tiny little party favors cry for their whore mommy who sold them to us. I can take you to a domination dungeon and fuck you, use you, abuse you, make you bleed, and then spit in your face. Turn you into a fucking whore who is forced into his first gang bang by big black men who love to hate fuck little white cocksuckers. 

If you want to cuddle, I will tell to fuck off. If you want sweet and loving GFE phone sex, you are looking at the wrong girl. I am the perfect girl for the kinky, wild party boys who like to stay up for days and play with crystal, molly or candy. I fuck the Wall Street guys for breakfast, my big black daddy for lunch and take some vitamins so I can stay up all night with you and keep you on the phone until dawn.

Written By: Sarah Jesse

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I know what dirty hidden thoughts lurk in the darkness of your mind. I know what makes your cock bulge. You want to fuck my little phone sex girls, to watch them choke on your cock. Yeah, I know what you’re saying a mother should shelter and protect her children, which is socially acceptable but not inherently programmed into us all. I am a sinful, sadistic, sensuous, cynical and downright scandalous pervert. I harbor desires not acceptable to most, yet irresistible to those who share what it is I long for.

Want to take a walk on the darker side of your mind? You know what they say; two sick perverts is better than one. Come take a sick ride with me into corrupted minds.

Click on my email button on my page and send me a request!

Written By: Bunny

I don’t have one romantic bone in my body. I have never been in love, but I love fucking. I  am hardcore, wicked and wild. I am a New York City party girl, always up for a good time. Life is too short not to enjoy it. I fuck the Wolves on Wall Street. I fuck for party favors at the nightclubs.  I hit the hottest underground sex clubs and domination dens. I have seen it and done it all. Tell me your darkest secret fantasy or your taboo fetish. I am a very horny girl who just adores nasty boys.  Nothing off limits with me. I started young and have sex every day. I enjoy girls and boys. I fuck for money and I fuck for fun. I am a very talented whore.  I can fuck all day and all night!

Written By: Sarah Jesse

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     When a caller is looking for a specific fetish involving slow torture and snuff, I am the one they want. I have no qualms about blood and bodily fluids and I get completely into the scenario. Perhaps, too fucking into it I am told. I had one last night that left me for awhile, but they always come back as no one does it better than moi.

My caller was quite intelligent and clearly has a vivid imagination. Two qualities I adore in a man and if it was real or imagination I will leave you to guess, ponder and get off too. 

Five stunning women were not exactly what they professed to be in their adoration for him. He is a rich fucker, so that might say it all. He invited me over for some drinks and he told me what he needed to feel fulfilled and Karma had been served. That would be in the form of torture and snuff. I love it when our minds come together. After a few lines, I was ready to play.

       The implements of torture and slow demise we of my choosing. Thinking about my “work” and running it all back in my mind is getting me very fucking excited. You? You might think now is a good time to call and do a vanilla suck and fuck call, fucking doubtful dick weasel. You want details, but of course then I am ready to play.

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