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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.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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It’s that time of the year we begin to think about New Year’s resolutions. Every year I come up with a big list, but never ever go through with it all. How about you? A new job, that hot girl you see at Starbucks every morning?  Go for it, as you only live once!

This year I have only one resolution and that is to sexually experiment more and sort of up my game. Think that I one I could actually keep?

I missed the holiday party this year at my favorite club. Just way too much to do, in so little time.  You show up at my home a little tipsy and out of breath. You hand me a bottle of bubbly and turn to leave. I suggest you enjoy a glass with me.

We are drinking and chatting and all of a sudden something comes over me. I excuse myself and return holding something behind my back. I bend over to kiss you and quickly handcuff you to the couch. My kisses become a bit rough and frantic. They have turned to bites. I quickly pull off your clothes and bite down your chest. 

      My white teeth, and shiny red lips are now right by your balls. I licked, kiss, and bite your thighs. You are scared and turned on at the same time. You always thought I seemed so “willing” the perfect blonde bimbo. Not tonight!

You reach between my legs with your unbound hand. What are you feeling? Time to turn the tables. 

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Written By: Tiffany

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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

                I love holiday baking. It’s so much fun to see what tasty treats I can bake for my closest friends. Vanilla, strawberry, coconut, and of course, decadent chocolate. Yum! I bake the best cupcakes! 

They’re some boys, that really love chocolate. I mean, they absolutely crave it. Those are my kind of guys. Wink, Wink. How can I say this? Giggles. They like my special chocolate that appears after I have eaten that cake. 

Everyone has left, but you’re hanging around. You keep trying to feed me cake and encourage me to drink more Irish Coffee. Then it happens. A wonderful, enticing loud fart from my adorable shit hole. You instantly stiffen, anticipating what is to come. 

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Written By: Delaney

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I have a very dirty confession to make. They’re times when only something dirty, nasty, and random will take care of my aching, wet, and horny cunt.  Last night was definitely one of those times.

I had heard some talk about ladies who go to the park and hang out in their car nude. They open the door and wait to be noticed. That seemed risky, sexy and outright fun. I figured if things went my way, I would get to fuck a couple of strangers. 

It was a beautiful night with just a bit of summer warmth hanging over. I was so excited as I removed my bra, and exposed my tits. I hope I get noticed soon. Maybe an hour passed and two men were walking my way. I licked my lips and pinched my nipples to make sure they knew what I was up too.

I must have passed out or something because I woke up to see the sun coming up. I was alone, and my clothes still off. I was so sore and very sticky between my legs. I noticed my face in the mirror. My makeup smeared and cum in my hair.  I just might try that again next time my pussy needs to be filled over and over again.

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Written By: Suzanne

                 I have the sexiest secret to tell. I can’t tell my friends, or even my teacher. I can tell you that it’s a very dirty, hot secret. Do you want to know more? I think you NEED to know more! 

I’m such a lucky girl because every night my daddy comes to my room for a cuddle.  Sometimes we do more than cuddle. Sometimes we make macaroni sounds! Giggles. 

  Last night I asked daddy what mommy does when he’s having a cuddle with me. He told me it was time I knew. Daddy took me by my hand to his room. Oh my! Mommy was watching us on her tablet, with her hand between her long, silky legs. Mommy is so super sexy!

Mommy smiled and joined us on their big bed. Mommy, what are you doing? Oh, that feels so good!

Written By: Katie

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            You catch me walking by while you’re in your favorite coffee shop. You don’t see my face but you’re mesmerized by my sexy, teen butt. You toss some bills on the table, as you try to catch up with me. You keep your distance as not to be caught looking. What a perv you are. 

You’re already late for work, but nothing matters but that fine ass that you’re following. Most guys would begin to wonder what I look like. Not you, though. All you care about is my perfect ass and the things you would like to do to it.

                 I go into a local breakfast place and ask the hostess a question. She tells me it’s up at the top of the stairs. You wait, watching me walk up, you can barely breathe now.  You wait to be sure and follow me up the stairs.

You see the door is closed and you odd sounds. You can tell already that I’m not a shy one. When I have to go, I’m not quiet about it. 

Your ear is against the door trying to listen more. Fuck, your cock is rock hard just imagining what I’m doing in there. You breathe in deep, hoping to get a whiff of something magical. OMG!!  The smell is amazing. 

   The door opens and you finally get to see all of me. You don’t care, do you? You’re intoxicated by my smell. I smile as I walk by and put a shitty little finger up to your hungry mouth.

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Written By: Delaney

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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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                       I love a good party! Who doesn’t? This time of year so many parties are going on in my neighborhood. Do you want to know what I love best? You can be who ever you want to be with a costume. What that REALLY means is that I can wear a mask and trick men into thinking I’m older. Maybe even fool them into thinking I’m their wife or girlfriend. That’s so hot, isn’t it? 

        I can hear old people music from the Anderson house. Let me look in the window. Well, what kind of party is that?  I see Mr. Jenkins with Mrs. Carter. What is she doing on her knees? OMG! I heard about these sort of parties. Like couples swap and fuck other people’s husbands. My friends and I should have that sort of party, but with boys from the college. 

Mrs. Carter is looking directly at me now. That’s cool, maybe I will get invited in. She gets up, smiles and closes the curtains. I walk around the house to the patio door. It’s unlocked, so I let myself in. I drink some rum right from the bottle and join the party. I have my mask on and no one will know it’s the little girl that lives on Beach Street.

Mr. Campbell is looking pretty sexy tonight. I say in my best cockney accent, “Hey Mister, can I suck your willy”? Oh yes, they have no idea it’s just little ole me! 

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Written By: AJ

               As everyone knows, Halloween is my favorite time of the year. You can keep your Christmas and Easter. I love any excuse to dress up in costume type fineries. This year, of course, will be no different. Parties, parties, and more parties. 

My parties are infamous for all sorts of debauchery. The men take it as the highest compliment when invited. I do however, have rules that must be followed.

With the special invitations sent out weeks ago, the men begin to arrive. After they’re stripped and examined to make sure they follow my orders, the rest of my party arrives. As the men ogle the other guests, I can see they’re all so very toxic.

They’re sorted out and taken to different rooms. Some of my guests are not  violent people, so my room is nothing but toys and silky lingerie items.  My guest questions why they’re toys, when he clearly has a working dick.

  I slap him for the profanity and push him down on his knees. Under my costume is a huge strap-on. His eye get wide, as he begs me not too. I explain the only lube he’ll get is his own spit.

I can hear everything going on around me. Pleasure sounds, whipping sounds, fucking sounds. What a glorious party this will be.

Join me at my Halloween Party! You won’t regret it, or well maybe you will?

Written By: Lady Rayne

             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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  I’ve always been a girl who loves to sleep. My friends are so jealous because I can sleep through anything. I’m not shy either as we all sometimes fart in our sleep, and my farts smell wonderful!

                 After a big dinner of Texas Chili and a few beers, I was just full of my sweet perfume farts. It was getting late and I had a big day ahead of me and I fell asleep fast. I have my roommate coming in for the night, but fell right back to sleep. He’s a bit of a perv, but I don’t mind. If he  wants to lick my sweet ass while I sleep, who am I to complain? 

The sun was coming through the curtains, telling me it’s time to rise for the day. Oh, I’m feeling a stirring in my tummy. I race to the restroom, but the roommate stops me in the hallway. Oh man, it’s going to come out and on the white carpet. Our landlord will kill me!

                What is he doing? He lays on the carpet and tells me to squat over him. Oh god, here it comes all over him. 

I feel so much better, but now I’m so fucking horny and messy.

I jump in the shower and invite him in with me. I need a good ass fucking now! 

I bend over and he slams his dick into my dirty ass. Oh no, I’m not quite finished yet, I guess. We both explode at the same time in a mess of hot cum, and hot, messy shit.

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Written By: Delaney

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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?

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 see you staring at my glossy red lips and long shiny fingernails. You’re wondering what those shiny lips and sharp fingernails would feel all over your cock, and balls. You’re wondering the pain and pleasure they can cause. Most men stare at my tits, but not you. You want and need so much more than that. 

                      I sweetly kiss you, but then I bite your lip hard. I stroke your handsome face, then I slap it. I push you down on the bed. You can feel the heat from my body. It’s warm and my salty sweat is dripping onto your lips. You need a taste. 

  I slowly work my way down your body. You push up on your elbows to watch me. I bite, pinch, and slap your thighs. You’re completely vulnerable to me. You raise your legs, letting me find all those tender spots. 

My soft hands are now on your balls. You sigh, when I twist them. I begin to  tease the tip of your cock with my teeth. I slide my teeth a bit up and down your shaft. You sigh, you moan. 

You are mine!

Written By: Tiffany

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You know what? I’ve been going way too easy on you. I mean you love licking dried cum from my perfect body, you love sliding your tongue so far in my ass that you can taste my dinner, and you love washing it down with my delicious piss. How is that really a punishment?

        I’ve decided that you need much more pain with your pleasure. How do I really know you’re smacking your balls and pinching the fuck out of your nipples. How will I know if you’re really smacking your ass while you shove in that butt plug for me? I won’t, unless I hear it. I want to hear you yelp, and hear the paddle make contact with your skin. 

Be prepared for me this time. Paddle, flogger, plug, cum cubes, and some ice. I want a plug that vibrates, don’t let me down!  You need to understand that my pleasure comes from you suffering for me. 

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Written By: Delaney

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 I scare you but you know I’m what you need. I’m the other half. The depraved half that makes your dreams come true with just a little prick of my hypo filled with a sedative.

After seeing the stupid Barbie movie trailer, I picked out a out a skinny, blonde, tan Barbie type. I promise you though, she’s just the age you want and ripe to be taken. The smile on your face tells me we’ll have a night of twisted depravity and her little world will never be the same.

You help me get her on the dirty mattress. I slowly take off her clothes and you moan with ecstasy seeing her tiny little tits. I pinch her nipples hard putting on the nipple screws as she starts to wake up. I slap her hard making her completely awake. I lick her face and whisper in her ear exactly what she’s in for tonight.

She is too scared to try and run. I grab her by her long, blonde hair and throw her on knees. I reach into your jeans and take out your dick. It’s so big, thick, and hard. I pinch her nose till she opens her mouth. Stupid little bitch. She gingerly starts to suck your cock, but we both are impatient so I grab her head and slam it down on your dick.

I remove her shorts and her sweet little cotton panties. I push her down on the bed and wrap my hand around your dick and insert it into her sweet little pussy. I like seeing you happy.

You’re slamming her hard now as I sit on her pretty little face making her lick my cunt. I lean forward biting your lip and sliding my tongue into your mouth. It’s almost like we forget she is under us. You pull out of her and I move quickly so you can squirt all her face.  

It’s time to make a decision.  Do we push her out the door drenched in cum or do I put my beautiful soft ivory hands around her neck and choke the last breath out of her.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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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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Awe how fucking sweet…vomit in my mouth! Do I look like the Girl Next Door type? I’m defiantly not the girl next door but I’m the bitch up the street!

I’m not the sweet girl who is flirty and fun. Let me rephrase that, I’m fun but in a dark, twisted, dominic kind of way. I often see the girl next door type or as I say, dumb ass bitches all the time. I can’t fucking stand them. That’s how I got into snuff, because of a dumb blonde cunt that use to live in my apartment building. That’s another story for some other day.

Anyways, my mother always told me I was a devil child. The word bad was putting it very mildly. Nobody was like me but yet, everyone wanted to be around me because I had no filter and there was no telling what I would do.

I’m into many nasty things and I hate when I am asked what my favorite fantasy/fetish is.

I do what I want, wherever I want, and I do what makes me feel good. If you’re wanting something a little different then I’m your girl. If you desire plain ole vanilla, keep it moving.

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Written By: Maddox

                 I broke into your house while you were at work.  There’s something about you that makes me want to know more. 

I started in your big, fancy kitchen. I grabbed a craft beer and began to look around. You have no kids, but your fridge is stocked with kiddie treats. Interesting. I grab another beer and move on to the laundry room.  Girls panties, stained with blood. Try and explain that one, bitch!

On to your home office. I break into your desk and what do we have here? Passports in various names, injectable drugs, and lots of cash. I indulge in some of your drugs and turn on all the devices you have in and on your desk. Ah, porn, no surprise there. I can see some was filmed in here, in your office. Very predictable. 

Up the stairs to find a door locked from the outside. I bust the lock and there it is. Asleep and bound to the bed is a tiny little blonde. I can’t walk away, I have to do something. Save her? You must be fucking joking. I will become you. I’ll get in your head and do all the things you would do, and much more. 

Oh god, you see your house has been broken into.  You’re terrified. Is it the police? They found her? You hear voices, clearly it isn’t the police. You make your way up the stairs to find me doing everything you wanted to do but you were too much of a pussy.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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