Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

I’ve always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie, especially when it comes to sex. Most people would cringe at the thought of what gets my blood boiling. In some ways, I think that’s why I moved into my new flat before gentrification hit that part of downtown. Drugs, violence, whore, johns; my area has it all. 

I’ve been leaving my doors and windows unlocked late at night when I’m getting myself off. I find rough, violent men hot as fuck. 

Last night was cold and rainy, we even lost electricity. I came so many times, I passed out. I woke up to the sounds of glass breaking. I grabbed a knife and a gun and made my way in the dark to the sounds. He was tall, rough looking, and I imagined what fucking him would be like. 

He told me there was no need for violence and he would just leave. I had other plans.

I made him strip at gunpoint. Very fucking nice. I pushed him down and sat on his face. With the gun at his groin, I informed him he had 5 minutes to make me squirt, or it was all over. 

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Written By: Caidyn Cross

   I’ve always been the good girl. The woman everyone can count on to make the right and moral decision. Never drink too much, and don’t date the bad boys.

You know what? I’m tired of it and bored with it. Even I have deviant needs. What do you do if your partner just doesn’t have the same twisted thoughts as you? You find a bad guy, a twisted one that will help you satisfy your needs. 

                       The man part was easy. Done and dusted after one hour at a dive bar.

Now on to part 2. The boring little blonde, she will do. I set up a fake modeling shoot for her. She’s so excited. I hand her a bottle of water to drink and she asks when we’ll do her makeup? 

She’s getting dizzy and my accomplice carries her down to the basement. She wakes a few hours later surrounded by a group of men. Did I say she was modeling for us?  Well, that wasn’t exactly the truth, was it?

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Written By: Dirty Daphne

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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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You can’t believe how sleepy you’re getting. It must have been from the big lunch you just had at the seedy little diner. You think that maybe you better find a motel and get some sleep. 

You turn around, and go back to the motel you saw by the diner.  Not your style, but sometimes slumming can be fun.

A pretty young blonde checks you in and hands you a room key. She smiles when you ask if there’s a bar nearby. She points to a little building, more like a shack and tells you that’s the best place to go for a drink and some fun.

A shower revived you, and you dress and check out the bar. It’s very quiet. A few men at the bar, a few more at tables. After a few drinks, you feel tired again. A tad wobbly as well. You see the pretty blonde from the motel, and then you pass out.

You come too and you’re naked and strapped to a bed. You smell something sweet, so sticky sweet.  You see me, and my girls. Tiny, skinny little things with flat chests wearing shiny corsets. They’re surrounding you. You feel their tiny fingers, and tiny bodies are all over you. 

                  You wake up the next morning refreshed and a bit confused by the mess in your room. Your body is sore and when you shower you notice little bite marks all around your cock and balls. 

Don’t leave, not just yet!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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!

Written By: Poison Ivy

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                        Reunions of any sort can be just so dull. Big yawns all around. If I wanted to see any of those losers, I would have kept in touch. Whatever.

                            I moved back when I inherited my grandmother’s home. Knowing the event was so close to my home, I thought it would at least be good for a laugh. Would they even recognize me? I was a bit of a computer nerd/goth back then, and maybe a slight bit overweight. How times have changed. 

I won’t bore you with the details of the event, as it was. Let’s skip to the part of the night where I get the guy that was the football team captain in my home and drugged.

He wakes up in lovely pink satin lingerie. Isn’t he just adorable! I bring over a hand mirror to show him how perfectly made up he is. He tried to talk, but I shoved a ball gag in his mouth. He tried to get out of the restraints, but I suggested he save his energy for later. He will certainly need it. 

  My male friends begin to arrive. A few of them had terrible memories of him as well. The funny thing is, as much as he protested, his poor excuse for a cock was hard, and twitching, 

Let the games begin! 

Written By: Lady Rayne

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.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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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? 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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    I so fucking seriously hate this time of the year. Hands out, bells fucking ringing, just annoyance every where I go.  I do have a life, and really can’t escape all the nonsense. I lost Whamageddon, as soon as I entered the Pharmacy. Like I fucking said, I hate this time of the year. 

                     I was paid well to do a lame photo shoot, so now on to the bar to get obliterated. I listened to a conversation where this man was complaining  about his wife. She just doesn’t seem to get the fact he likes it a little rough. He likes his balls to be beat up. Punk music to my ears. 

    I ever so politely asked if I could help with that. He laughed, said I was such a tiny, and girly little thing. He said I couldn’t hurt a tiny kitten. That story is for another time, because hell fucking yes, I could hurt a kitten. 

               More details blah blah blah, and he was now naked, scared, and at my home. The drug I gave him had worn off and he was soon wide awake. He struggled against the leather ropes and then let out a loud moan. Ah, his tied up balls are beginning to turn a lovely shade of blue.

    He tried to beg, plead, and apologize. So annoying, but that’s what ball gags are for.  Merry Christmas, loser! 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

             Do you hear the window glass shattering? Someone is breaking into my house. It seems like your mommy picked a terrible night to have me babysit. He’s walking up the stairs to the bedrooms. Don’t make a fucking sound! If he finds you, he’ll do terrible things to your sweet, fragile, young body. 

   He’s singing a very odd song, “My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night?” She’s so scared she’s trembling and the little cunt just pissed her pants. I can hear his breath at the door.

I open the door, then leave the room. I go to change into my bondage gear and bring with me chains, floggers, and rope. Might as well make the best of a fucked up situation.

               Back in the room, he has already cut off her clothes. Fuck, would you just look at that! He wants to rape her, I want to torture her. Over a bit of powder, we come to an agreement. I put on a bit of “I Spit On Your Grave”, to get the cunt juices flowing. I’m going to savor fucking up this little bitch.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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  We have known each other since forever. You were the annoying little fucker that followed me around. We both went our separate ways after school and you know blah, blah, blah. Normally, I don’t do reunions, but I was told he was going and I was curious to see the train wreck I used to torture. 

Within minutes, I was mind numbing fucking bored. Whatever. This was a boredom that even booze and drugs couldn’t fix. I walked around, talked to a few people till I found him. Looks like he’s gotten a bit of self confidence over the years. That’s my job, to tear him back down. 

A few drinks, some talk and I told him to meet me at my hotel at 1 am. Enough of this shit and I went back to my hotel.  I picked up a hot guy at the bar and took him up to my room.  Around 1 am, there was a knock at hotel room door.  My old friend arrives and finds me not alone, and spread out on the couch. 

                   He looks rather confused. I tell him that my cunt isn’t going to clean itself and my companions dick is also not going to suck itself. Get fucking to it!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

I fucking love CBT. It excites me when you beg me not to do horrible things to your cock. Listening to you whine and whimper like a bitch is priceless. It gets even better when I deny your orgasms and tease you over and over again! BEG me to let you cum even though you’ll already know the answer will be NO. I never get tired of orgasm denial. Losers like you deserve to get your pathetic cock and balls abused.

Call me and get ready for the hottest pain of your life.

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Written By: Payton

I love the pain sluts. You love being one for your Mistress Lexi, don’t you?

I had an early ballbusting session this morning and I’m ready for more. There’s nothing like a little CBT phone sex to start off your day. I tortured the hell out of his cock and balls for almost an hour.

But did he get to cum? Fuck no!

He has to walk around all day with his pathetic shrimp dick tied to his old, wrinkly balls. That’s what little dick losers like him deserve.

I’m still feeling the need to do some torturing and ball busting. Could your cock and balls handle a woman like me? Let’s find out.

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Written By: Lexi

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             Christmas is the most fucking annoying holiday. It’s like the annoyance hangs over Halloween, and then fuck it’s that day again.

What annoys me about it all?

Let’s start with the fucking bells.  Bells, fucking bells wherever you go. I came up with a fun little game. I call it Slay Bells. I know, I like drinking games as much as anyone, but this is far more twisted, and will excite my dark little heart.

Every time I hear a fucking bell jingling, I commit a gratuitous act of violence. Violent Night has nothing on me, when I am pissed!

There we have it. Big, fat pedo Santa ringing his bell and I am already seeing RED! I get him alone and shove the bell up his big, fat ass. That was fun, the perfect way to bring some holiday cheer. 

I truly despise malls. That’s where I will go next. Elves ringing bells? Time to get totally violent and creative. Come here Mrs. Santa, I want to play!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

I greet you with a sensual deep kiss at the door. I strip you naked and promise that you’re going to enjoy your intense session with me.

I take your hand and you follow me to my playroom. I place a blindfold over your eyes and I place you in bondage. I bind your wrists and your ankles. I can do anything I please to your naked body.

I tease and stimulate your skin until you’re sweating and begging me to let you cum. I bring you to the edge of orgasm over and over. You feel completely out of control. You’re aroused but helpless. I use your body anyway that brings me pleasure. I make you whimper and whine for release.

I begin using my toys on you. I bite your nipples and bind your balls. I use my mouth to keep your cock hard, but then I use ice to make it soft again. I trace my wet pussy against your cock, teasing you.

Finally, I release your balls and let you have the ultimate orgasm of being edged after what seemed like for hours. 

Written By: Mistress KoKo

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When I was in school, my English teacher used to give us special assignments where we would follow people. Then we would report on what we think is their life. We would take all the details and write a short story. That was one of the few things I enjoyed in fucking classes. 

Even after I left school, I still would do it on my own. I found I loved stalking people. Sometimes, it would get me so excited I had to fuck myself right after. Overtime, stalking became boring.  I need more to get the sexual rush I craved. 

I began breaking in their homes.  I would steal pills, money, jewelry and such. I would go into their devices and add  and delete things. That was fun for a while, but like all things, I got bored of it. 

When I got bored of that, I began breaking into their homes at night with them asleep. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and quietly went up the stairs. They were sleeping soundly. I woke the man up with my hands on his balls. He tried to scream, but can’t. I smile, and stab him several times. His wife is next.

Make sure to lock your doors tonight. Then again, why bother. 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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 up 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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Look at that useless thing dangling between your legs? Your saggy, pathetic balls really bothers me. I’m suppose to go to anger management but CBT phone sex is so much better to get out all my aggressions.

The first thing I am going to do is tie your balls with rope. Purple is one of my favorite colors. I have tons of toys and gadgets to abuse your balls in every way possible. Hearing your cries and whimpers is music to my ears. 

With a CBT session with me, I’ll find out right away who the real men are and who are my sissy wimps.

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Written By: Keshia

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