Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

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.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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   I’m a very busy girl between work and school, so sometimes I just feel exhausted. My daddy always laughs at that, saying I’m much too young to be so tired. If daddy only knew the things I get up too. 

My whole body was sore from gymnastics and I really needed a long massage. There is this place on Elm that advertises massages. It’s a seedy looking place, so maybe they don’t charge too much?

It didn’t seem too busy and for some reason, the massage therapists were all mostly ladies in sexy clothes.  I however; went for the man with the big hands. 

I’m not at all shy so I quickly removed my clothes and laid on the table. The hot oil and his strong hands soon at me completely relaxed. Maybe a little too relaxed. He laughed when I let out a big fart. He explained it was normal and natural. So, I let out another, and then another.

I was so relaxed, I just closed my eyes without anymore worry. His hands were working their way down to my oiled ass cheeks. Then though, I felt something else. A warm tongue was licking up my ass crack, then sliding in and tongue fucking me. Maybe I was a little too relaxed because all of a sudden. Oops! 

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Written By: Delaney

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I met a new boy online and I was so excited for our first meet-up; date, fuck session, call it whatever you want!  We chatted but you know there are some secrets and treats that a girl needs to keep to herself at first. Wink, wink!

He looked as good as his pictures. Sexy in a sort of shy way. We went to my favorite Indian restaurant. I’m liking him already. I can eat, trust me. I’m never shy when it comes to food and sex. 

We ate and drank, and talked. Suddenly my tummy began to rumble a bit. Just the food in my full tummy.

We got in his car to go back to my place, and oops, I had a little fart. I could have been embarrassed, but why?  He didn’t seem bothered at all. After the ride to my place, my tummy sort of calmed down.

I was about to set the mood and light a scented candle, but he stopped me. He said he wanted to smell a bit more of what he smelt in his car. I couldn’t help but giggle and of course, give him what he wanted. This one though seemed a bit messy.

He asked my why the strange look on my face. I lifted up my skirt and turned around to show him the brown stain on my white cotton panties. 

He let out a huge sigh and crawled over to me, pressing his face right there at my dirty little butt. 

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Written By: Delaney

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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.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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All long day of working out in the sun makes a person rather fucking thirsty. Every day you come into the little café I own and stare at me. You ask for a tall glass of iced tea with mint and lemon. You stir it until the ice melts, while you fucking stare. You smile, walk past me and head for the bathroom. The other patrons begin to complain as they wonder what is taking you so long in there.

              I begin to notice something odd, even for you. The bathroom seems spotless once you use it. Are you trying to get a job as a janitor? You’re one strange fucker.  

Next day, same situation. We are out of iced tea, but I fucking wonder? I don’t even try to hide what I am about to do. I smile at him, take a tall amber colored tea glass, and head for the bathroom. I hold it under my pussy and piss until it’s almost full.

Clumsy woman, I got a bit of piss on my panties. I wring them out into the glass and head back to the man. I hand him the glass and wink.

Drink my tangy, warm piss. 

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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This weekend was absolutely beautiful out. After being stuck in heavy fucking coats, it was a huge treat to get out. I walked for a bit, grabbed a Latte and decided what to do with such a beautiful day. 

I passed a new tattoo and piercing shop and thought why not? Maybe something sexy on my ass cheek and a tongue piercing. I once had a boy eat my pussy with a vibrating tongue ball and I squirted hard in his face. I would be anxious to see if others have my same reaction. 

The guy was super fucking hot. Tall, muscled, and had that biker look. After the piercing and ink was done, I had a thought. No time like the present to test things out. I bet his cock is huge, it looks that way from the print in his worn jeans. 

Sadly, he said I need a month to heal. Fuck! I’m actually salivating at the thought of his cock.

 We also need to be careful of my new ink. What’s a girl to do? I gave him a hand job while he licked, sucked and enjoyed my dripping pussy. I winked and said I would be back in a month.

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Written By: Caidyn Cross

                        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

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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            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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If you have a true fetish, especially if it’s an unusual fetish, I suspect that you may have difficulty in dealing with your fetish at times. You probably find it hard to discuss with your girlfriend or lover.  Whatever your fetish might be, bring it to me and let’s talk about it.

We can just discuss it, or we can do a role play to satisfy that fetish. Having a fetish is like having a mosquito bite. You have an itch that needs to be scratched.

Well, I’m very open to hearing and learning about your fetishes and desires. No judgments, no giggles, no shame. Just an open way to explore and enjoy your kinks.

 Why not be true to yourself. Call me so you can feel fulfilled and satisfied.

Written By: Annaliese

You’ve heard the expression, “The sky’s the limit.” That expression describes me perfectly. I have no limits, no boundaries, and no taboos. I’m open-minded and uninhibited.

I have a very great understanding of fetishes, so I’m the perfect girl to explore your fetish and satisfy that urge. Fetishes go far beyond fantasy. A fetish is like an itch that needs to be scratched. Phone Sex with me is a perfectly safe and sane way to explore your fetish.

Or maybe you’re in need of that perfect fantasy girl. Role play is the best way to delve into your favorite sexual fantasies for both of us. I absolutely adore doing role plays. What kind of role plays? The sky’s the limit!

Please don’t ask me to select a favorite role-play. They’re hundreds of role plays that I enjoy. Share your most naughty fantasies with me. Secrets are meant to be shared but only with someone who is trustworthy of keeping your secret and not judging you.

I’m creative and provide lots of descriptive detail. Your mind can truly achieve sexual gratification, and you can have the best orgasms.

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Written By: Skylar

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   I’m Batgirl and I always get what I want. At the moment what I want is Mr. J, even with the time he paralyzed me and showed my naked pictures, I still wanted to fuck the shit out of him. Sorry Batman, it’s Mr. J for me. The only thing standing in my way is that cunt Harley Quinn.

                       I would suggest a threesome, but I don’t share. If I want to fuck Harley Quinn, it’s going to be just us two. I could trick him and add color to my hair, put on one of her outfits, and after I fucked him till he passed out, let him know it’s me, Batgirl!  He will at first think that Harley Quinn is an amazing fuck. Nope boys, it’s me who is the amazing fuck.  

                      As a girl I have always fantasized about being a superhero. I bet you have the same thoughts. Trust me, I’m a huge geek when it comes to my DC comics. Will you be my Mr. J. to my Batgirl? After all, Halloween is the time to dress up and be just exactly who you want to be.

Written By: Harley

               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

I know all about your secret fetish and the fantasies you have.  You share them with me because you know I’m extremely kinky, just like you. We never judge one another. I guess you know how hot it makes my aching pussy when we share taboo fantasies.

I’m the kind of slut who likes it all and I mean everything. You never really have to worry about telling me what makes your cock hard because you know I have the same perverted mind.

I have many kinky stories to share with you. No matter what sort of fetish or fantasy your dirty mind has concocted, I’ll be your little slut so willing to please you.

You know I crave all your jizz, and I will leave you completely drained and always satisfied.

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Written By: Payton

             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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