Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

         I know in my blogs it seems like it is only the men that lust for the little baby birds, but that is so far from the truth. Why do you think I urge them, help them and talk so much about it? It is because it gets my beautiful inked cunt dripping wet as well. I get so hot, wet and excited my sticky pussy juice runs down my pale leg.

I push them to take pictures to bring to me, I promise them rewards beyond their dreams if they play my twisted games. I even *gasp* kissed one of my p-daddy partners in sin with my mouth tasting of her twat juice. I know you want me, your goth chick almost as much as you want the little ones. You think about the goth girl, the goddess you could never have.

How nasty can we get? How much can we sin? Just thinking about our last session is making me crave something. I imagine her turning blue, taking her last breath as you empty your balls in her tiny twat with my black claws around her neck choking her and piercing her skin.

Twisted Goth Bitch Ivy

There is three things I want from a man and all that depends on the type of man you present yourself as. You can be my little sissy bitch and suck dicks dressed like a little girl while I catch it all on film. How do you like that option? 

Our second option and that does get my deviant little mind excited, that is to slowly torture you till there is nothing left of you but a bloody pulp.  I play rough and I am sadistic, but you can have the satisfaction in knowing it DID fucking excite me.

Then there is a third kind of man, a very special man that you most likely aren’t. He gets the best fuck of his whole life but sadly for him, I will most likely choke him at that special moment where the bitch in heat explodes.

It looks like someone has been following my lead, since when it comes down to it, he wants to please me and make me proud.  All these years of training has finally taught him while he can’t do it himself he can prepare for it. Fuck! I wish Summer was over so I could join him in the hunt. I am getting very hungry for sweet, sticky virgin blood.

He rushed over with an adrenaline high from his afternoon at the beach. He found one, a perfect one and took picture after picture which some surprisingly closeup. He rambled a bit in his excitement about how she is there for the rest of the week and he showed me the pictures. LMAO, a blonde in a pink bikini, his taste in baby birds is so mundane. More rambling and then begging. Oh yes, the fucking begging for me to help. 

Pale skin and sun makes for an angry goth girl. I demand he do it himself and if he succeeds the tasty rewards speak for themselves.  Do it now, out of my house and bring her to me you perv daddy!

After a night of hitting some dark sleazy bars and doing a few lines, an idea came to me. A wicked, profitable idea at that. I arranged for one of my new “friends” to attack her on cam. Evil? You might say but your evil is my profitable. It was a long drive so after a night of partying I sent them off. I got some sleep, showered, had some dinner and got ready to watch the show. My house sitter was young, adorable and from our late night talks a fucking virgin.

This cam footage will go for quite a bit if I even decide to sell. I know with the men I hired it will be quite a show. My sweet twat is already gushing at the thought of what they will do to her. This is going to make the move I Spit On Your Grave look like a G rated comedy.

Now, time to do some more lines, let in my company for the night and watch.

Maleficent Malaya

You are such a pervert.

You want something very young and sweet for a nasty fantasy, an innocent spoiled little princess that needs a good hard pounding. Maybe it is the boss’s daughter. You can’t do it on your own. I create a fantasy for us to delve into. I tell you a story of how you satisfy your taboo fantasy. I bring the girl to you. 

Her sex education starts by her watching porn on the big screen tv in your living room. Older men with young girls. Rough choking blowjobs, slapping her face, pulling her hair, bukkake videos, rough anal, and violent gang bangs. You get excited by the amount of control you have over our own little sex doll. Tears fill her little blue eyes. She is horrified and terrified as to what will come next, but I suspect that her satiny panties are at least a little wet. 

Now, let’s put her education to good use.  We force her to join us in the nastiest of nasty rough sex threesomes where you ultimately pour your cum into her tight little twat. We turn that babydoll into a used up cum whore.

You are pleading for my help, you tell me you can’t bring her back by yourself. I explain that we have been preparing for this moment for years now, and I think you are ready. You put the sedatives in the bottled water, you ask me over and over if I will be waiting at that sleezy motel; annoyed I push you out the door. It is time to spread your wings, you perv. Go get her!!

Time has passed,way too much time and the sun has gone down. Where are you p-daddy? I know our spots and you aren’t at any of them. I finally go to your house and let myself in. You’re looking down at her in her tiny pink bikini sobbing like a fucking loser. You think she drank too much of the drugged water. I am prepared for this as well. I take the needle from my backpack, I fill it up, I plunge it into her heart and she wakes up gasping.

You really are fucking helpless without me. Now, prove yourself before I take the toy and leave for good.

Only for those of you who want the most taboo, forbidden type of role-plays.

Hey babe, hope everyone is off to a start of a fucking awesome weekend.  I am in one of my moods, a really dirty, depraved mood! I want to play a little game and we will call it, “try and shock Harley.” I know you guys have some wicked thoughts that you keep hidden and I want to hear them all. The sicker and twisted, the sexier! So give it your best shot.

Now, this game can’t be just one sided, can it? Hell fucking no, it can’t. If you don’t shock me and make me cum with your nastiest role-play, thoughts, maybe even something you have done; then it is my turn to shock you! Are you game or are you going to run away like a little bitch?

Just in case you need some help here are some examples of the things I love to talk about:

I come home from a night out of fine dining, Sazeracs, and a gallery opening. It was a wonderful night and I simply forgot I had a session.  As I undress and tumble into bed I notice your face pressed up against my window. I wonder how you found my private quarters because I keep all my slaves and wanna be slaves at my studio. Sometimes keeping slaves is ever so tiring.

   You know I really just fucking adore my collection of freaks. Adore might be a bit too strong.. like? Put up with? Whatever! I have a new one in my collection and he wants it all. Pain, oh yes sweet sweet pain; humiliation, cross-dressing, furry fun and cock sucking.

After dressing him the most garish and tacky way, I showed him his pink spiked collar. I turned it where the spikes were against his neck and I swear he almost lost it right then and there. After a session with Satan and Wolf my two beautiful dogs, we then went to a sleazy joint that I like to call “Malaya’s”. On “off” nights I take my bitches there.

His eyes lit up when he saw all my implements of torture. The men standing around was just the icing on the preverbal fucking cake.  I do really love one thing, and that is being moi!

   Sometimes I am all about getting fucked and fucked hard. No names, no worship, no tribute just rough fucking. A trip to an after hours club and you are mine for the night.You aren’t exactly my type, but then who really is? What you are is sexy, muscled, you know how to dress and you clearly have a huge cock.  I know more about you than you could imagine since I have been stalking you like prey the last week.

You try to be romantic, sickly sweet really and that could grow rather tiring to moi fast. So I take you to a hotel, I already have the key. You are questioning things yet again, talking way to much. You ask why just a seedy hotel for a queen like me. All I can think in my head is SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I push you down on the bed, you are amazed at my strength. I rip my own dress off and unzip your well fitting Levi’s. I begin to ride you, no foreplay, just hard fucking. You look at my exquisite face and see it has changed to evil and demanding. I ride you harder, screaming in pleasure as my hands find your throat. You want to pull me off of you but you can’t as no pussy has ever felt like mine before. You feel my black fingernails digging into your neck as I choke you harder, your eyes roll back in your head. I call to the desk, to clean up my mess.

Written By: Malaya Max

I have the sweetest brother, he’s cute, hot and nice. I mean the total fucking package. He was dating one of my friends for a few weeks and the bitch just used him. Only thing she drained was his bank account. So, I am mad as hell and a little revenge is in order.

The parties at my house are famous, I mean anyone who gets an invitation is privileged. I plan one of my parties and invite the cunt. She is all dressed up and ready to party. I admit, she looks HOT! She sees people dancing, drinking, awesome music and she begins to really let loose and enjoy herself. Little by little the chicks begin to leave, like they were instructed. The music turns to Max Hardcore porn.

She is drunk, but not that drunk and tries to leave. “What is your problem bitch? The party’s just starting”, I say. She sees my brother sitting in a chair smiling and assumes he just will get to fuck her. Not a fucking chance my baby brother is too good for her. Her clothes start getting ripped off, the bitch is screaming and being tossed around like a rag doll. They are rough, raping her holes and hurting her bad. Ah man, now is that is just a shame. Too fucking funny!

Written By: Harley

 It seems like the people in my life are always craving more.  They might try and stay away from the deviant insanity that is Ivy, but it never lasts for very long. One of my callers even joined some sort of addiction group to get away from me. WTAF, really? I mean if we are to be completely fucking honest, it is he who picks up his phone.

Written By: Poison Ivy

I am not like most girls. I was born to be a good fuck.  Sex is my profession and my hobby. I think about sex all the time.  I was born naughty. I learned very early how to tease and please a man. I know how men think and understand their fantasies. Men are attracted to younger girls. One of my regulars, we usually meet in his office. He likes to fuck me after the work is done and before he goes home to his new wife and her bratty teenage girls. When he is with me, it is the only time that he can relax and have fun.

He has confessed that his stepdaughters do not like him, but seem to tease him by walking around in just tiny little tops and panties. The girls are aloof one second, and little cock teases the next.   He spends a lot of time talking about them. They have gotten under his skin. The last time I was in his office, he asked me to wear a hot pink thong from Victoria Secrets, just like the one his stepdaughter wears. He said that he found it on the bathroom floor. He didn’t say it, but I know he was fantasizing about her when we were fucking on the desk in his office.

On Memorial Day night, he called me. He had a horrible, stressful weekend with is family. He had returned to the city, and the family was still away. He was desperate to see me that night. He begged me to change my holiday plans and come to his place. He promised to make it worth my while. He arranged for the driver to get me. I dressed in some sexy lingerie and dress.

The driver dropped me off and told me that the door was open. I walked inside and found my date drinking scotch and in a sour mood. He needed some very intense, naughty fun. I sat on his lap and listened carefully how the oldest stepdaughter was manipulating him and her mother. He was frustrated and horny. I started kissing his neck. I promised that I make him feel better.  He wanted to fuck in his study, but I suggested that we go into a bedroom since we have that chance.  (We have never fucked in a bed, always in his office)

He was going to take me to his bed, but on the way, I saw a bright pink bedroom. It obviously belonged to a teenage girl. I pulled him inside the room. At first, he said no, but I picked up a piece of her dirty lingerie and rubbed it against his face. I teased his cock through his pants. I kissed his ear and called him “daddy.” I made him hot and told him to fuck me hard. “Daddy, I am a little bitch. Fuck your little bitch, Daddy.” I crawled into her bed and took off my dress. We did a daddy/daughter rough sex role-play in her bedroom.

He fucked me extremely rough and hard. Fucked away all his pent up aggression. We fucked me in his stepdaughter’s bed, and we left such a sticky mess on her pink sheets.

Written By: Sarah Jesse

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 Home late from a Fetish Ball and you were waiting outside my door. You just had to talk to me to get things right in your head.  As always you help me out of my latex gown while I let you fucking ramble on about life, sex and what a pathetic loser you are. 

When everything is off, except my fine ass boots you see the cum dripping down my pale beautiful thighs. You automatically assume the ball had many musicians, and well loser; you would be right as you know the only men I fuck are artists or men that can help me in this world to get what I want. In other words people I can USE!

You want to talk about the little blonde girl you saw outside after school let out but the cum dripping down my leg has your attention now. You seem hypnotized at how much there is and how it is slowly dripping down to my beautiful boots. We can’t have that, now can we? I grab the back of your head and force your tongue right where the drip on my thigh is about to hit my boot. You no longer need forcing as you taste the tangy, salty nectar of my cunt juice mixed with jizz of several beautiful men. Sometimes, you crave more than little birds, don’t you bitch?