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         My closest married friend has the cutest son. He loves hanging out with me. We listen to music, dance together, and he tells me about all his secrets he won’t share with his mom. He also comes to me for advise about girls.

Last night he came over as he needed some advise. I was already feeling no pain, and I offered him a few party favors. The more he talked, the more I just wanted to fuck the shit out of him. He told me that sometimes girls tell him he is just way too big. Of course, me being me, I suggested he show me so I can tell him if they’re right. Can a male ever be too fucking big? Not hardly!

     Well Father, I make this confession to you not because I feel I was wrong, but because I want to do it again and again. I also can’t tell her so I am telling you. I also want to fuck her and her son at the same time. The things I want to do to them both would even give a Priest a boner. I wonder if I have given you on, Father? I also wonder if that boner you’re now sporting is for me, her or her adorable well hung son?

     I will think of you, Father while I am fucking both of them. Will you be thinking of us while you’re wanking off in the Confessional?

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We make a connection at the bar. You’re wondering if all the rumors you heard about goth girls are true. You say all the typical things men say to me. You ask me why I am alone on Valentine’s Day. I am beginning to get fucking bored, so I walk away and hit the dance floor. You’re mesmerized as you watch me. I sit back down and you bring me some lame ass white wine. I laugh at you and tell you I have a much more refined palette when it comes to booze. It is around 2 am and I have better places to go to. 

You begin to tell me your fetish. Now you have my full attention! You ask me what goth boys are like in bed, and I tell you they’re insipid boring little creatures. It looks like we both have the same proclivity towards big, thick, beautiful black cocks.

We make plans for later. You understand that you’ll be the subbie in this tryst. We go to a very scary, but totally cool end of the city. I book a very sleazy hotel for us. I have you strip and restrain you to the bed. Such a nasty looking room and I fucking love it! I begin to text some of my hot as fuck black male friends. That wee little thing between your legs is getting rock hard. Dude, even my clit is bigger than that mess in between your legs. 

The men begin arriving. I sit in the big chair and begin to finger my hot, dripping pussy as I watch them take you over and over again. This is going to be a very long night for you, so I pass around the party favors. This is one Valentine’s Day I will remember!

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             I know just what you need before you even figure it out. It isn’t always about the age, but about the power I give you. Without my help, you’re powerless. That is why I am the first one to call when you feel the urge to hunt.

Last night when you called it was about a mother and daughter that is friends with your wife. They’re teasing bitches and we can’t let that fly.  They’re rape meat for you. Last night you took it a bit further. We snuffed them out so there would be no fucking witnesses. It was so fucking hot that I went and found myself a little treat when we were done. 

You were upset that I went out on my own to hunt.  Sometimes it needs to just be about me and my deviant nature. Plus, there was just one thing. We all have someone in our lives that we consider untouchable. I own you and all that you love. The pretty little thing in the pink room in your house was something I wanted. I took what I wanted. Don’t worry, I left you the remains.

Poison Ivy for all the fantasies that are dark and utterly disturbing.

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           Happy Halloween month you perv! I know just what you’re fucking thinking. You want this year to be different. You’re so excited and you know just what and who you want. She is older than you’re used to, but she is so hot in a chubby, big tits sort of way. You’ve worked for her for many years. She is bossy, rude, and you can’t stand her. You want to hurt her. You’re waiting for all the Halloween excitement. Adorable little ones are everywhere. People are drinking, drugging and going to parties. This is your night to strike.

You knock on her door and she thinks it is kids. When she opens the door with a big, fake smile you push the taser into her round tummy. She convulses and falls on the floor. You look around to see if anyone was watching. They weren’t. You look at her body and quickly strip her. She wakes up to find herself bound to the bed. She tries to scream, but it gets stuck in her throat. You know what she is so frantic about. You picked her for two reason and the second one is in her pretty pink Laura Ashley bedroom. 

The bitch tries to give you what you want. All she can think of is the girl in the pink bedroom. You fuck the life out of her and finish with your strong hands around her neck. Just when her life is slipping away, you whisper in her ear that next you will be heading to the pretty pink bedroom.

Happy Halloween! May all your fantasies be dark and deviant.

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    It is almost Fall, and I can’t wait till the cool weather hits. You on the other hand hate when the weather cools off. So many naughty things for you to see in the Summer. Little babes in their tiny bikini’s and shorts. Parents too busy to take notice of what and where they are going. This is your time of the fucking year. Isn’t it perv?

You look me up, and see I have moved on from you.  You beg and plead for just one more hunt. I agree but at a large cost. There is always a cost to you!

We go to the lake, and watch for a bit. So many hot baby birds swimming, sunning, and your favorite. The soccer moms don’t pay attention, they’re too busy chatting with their boring normal friends. You admit they’re hot, but it isn’t your style. I see her out of the corner of my eye. Tiny, with a tight little body, and a perfect mouth. Oh, the things you will do to that mouth. 

She looks thirsty, so I hand her a bottle of soda. Her mom never lets her drink that sugary garbage, but since she will be expired soon it really doesn’t matter. She drinks it down, and the pill hits quickly. We get her in your car, and we drive to that nasty hotel on the feeder road. Old crack hotels seem to have a lot of character, but more importantly it has many ways to dispose of trash. 

It has been way too long for us. Let Poison Ivy rock your world, and destroy hers.

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Summer is here losers! What do you fuckers have planned? It has been way to long since we went hunting, and I am so ready for some deviant fun. The tiny birds are in their summer clothes and that makes you lose your mind. You’ve been a good boy and stayed away from me, but then that makes me bored. Maybe I should go hunting on my own, take tons of pictures and then tease the fuck out of you.
There is always the possibility you have lost your urge for the little ones. Doubtful! Let’s just say you have, but you’re still a submissive bitch who worships my beautiful ass. No worries then bitch. I do love bondage, cuckolding, extreme role play, and forced rape fantasies. Let’s just say I am a one stop goth chick. Even I do have my fucking limits! No fucking vanilla calls.

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You are looking at my pictures, bio, blogs and wondering yet again if I would give you the time of day. I only like certain types of men. I understand how the deviant mind works and I fucking embrace it. Do you think you might be fucked up enough in the head to cum play with me? You have these thoughts, sick and twisted, and you don’t think anyone will understand you. That is why you keep coming back to my page and wondering.

Stop being such a fucking pussy. Are you shy, never done this before? I have many, many times and nothing excites me more than a man who can keep up with me.

I was coming home after a late night , and the little ones were just going to school. I saw one for you, perfect in her innocence. I know you’re a P-daddy. The little birds drive you insane. Let’s plot, lets pick one out, and let’s destroy her little world.

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  Spring break will be here before you know it, pervs. Then comes spring and Easter when all the little babes come out to play after a long, cold winter. Just the thought of it is making you crazy with twisted desires, P-daddy thoughts, and urges you can’t control. Why would you want to when you have me to feed your deviant desires? This time is a little different as you want something that is even more taboo than before. You want your own baby girl, don’t you dirty daddy? You can’t fool me, so don’t even try. I listen to every word you say, and I know you can’t control your fucked up urges. 

Pink socks with lace, shiny patent shoes on those tiny feet, a pink frilly dress, and lets not forget those pink cotton panties with hearts. Back from church, the boring wife is cooking dinner, but all you want to do is have some fun with the sweet little babe. Looks like this will be your day to meet those desires, she is drinking a lot of wine while she cooks. You know what I fucking think? I think, she drinks so she can forget the perv she married. Well loser, looks like the wife would rather get drunk than fuck you. Your big chance with young girl looks promising. See you later, dirty daddy!

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He comes over to exchange gifts and sees a huge gift wrapped in pink under my black tree decorated in skulls. I am still getting ready for our special night as it has been awhile since we played together. He is shaking the box, and hears tiny little cries. “Not yet”, I tell him. I suggest we party a little first. I kick the shiny pink box hard to quiet it up. His gift to me is a vintage bottle of D’Argeys, and the ice water and spoon are ready for our first drink. We toast to this special night, and do a bit of my party favors. I am so in the mood, but am also amused knowing his special gift has probably peed herself by now.

He slowly rips off the wrapping paper with his  hands shaking. A little voice cries, “thank you sir, please help me.” For some reason hearing that makes me laugh so hard, I accidentally spit my drink in her sweet little face. For that she gets a hard slap, we do not waste our expensive liquor. I have quickly gone from laughter to excitement.

Travis drags her by her long, blonde hair to the torture room. Her innocent eyes go wide when she sees all the devices around the room. Travis shows her the fuck machine. He takes her tiny hand and puts it around the tip. I whisper in her ear, asking her if she thinks that will fit in her tiny cunt? Travis begins to beg to have her first, before the machine rips apart her virgin hole. Why not? It is the season of fucking giving!

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I feel as though you have misinterpreted my brief moment of kindness. Snapping her little neck was an act of mercy that you will never experience. Her tiny little body was used, abused, bleeding and worthless once we were finished. My pale hands around her neck, then tossing her out to feed the pigs took care of a two-fold problem. Did it not? I do love it out at my deceased lovers farm. Total privacy, and lovely gross ways to dispose of remains. My high has worn off, we have no pretty play things, and I am bored as fuck.

I will give you a choice loser. Go hunt for me, or I will amuse myself by shredding your flesh with my flogger. I see, you have chosen severe pain from your Goddess. Amazing, one lash and you’re whining like a bitch. Maybe I should toss you alive to the hungry pigs for wasting my fucking precious time. You have changed your mind? Good, I much rather flog tender, young flesh.

Bring her to me. I want a tiny single digit babe with long blonde hair. No sign of tits, body hair or any sign she might be too old for our play. Off with you now, and don’t forget the party favors.

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You have been a very bad husband. You pimped out your wife, and stole your Mother in Law’s diamond necklace. Now it is time to pay the piper. You had no idea your mother in law was a practicing witch craft, now did you dumb ass? Karma is a bitch, so now you will be our bitch.

She found me, and now you are FUCKED. You must pay her back for that necklace, but at the same time you must make financial amends with her daughter, your ex wife. You barely make enough to pay your bills. So what is fucking next then?

You could try to run, but you are bound to us and there is no escape. Think on it awhile, the answer to your problems is your two fuck holes. Yes, loser you’re going to see what it is like to be pimped out. I am going to give you lessons on just how to suck a dick. If I am into the man, I give the hottest, sloppiest wet blowjobs. Your head would blow off with excitement. Watch me so you can learn? Hardly, you pathetic loser.

Down on your knees, and do a good job so you can get your $5.00 to give to your Mother In Law. At this rate, it will take you years to pay your debt. By the time we are done with you, you just might enjoy sucking dick and getting your ass pounded.

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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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   You like it dark, twisted, deviant and perverted, well so do I. I will try anything once to see if it gets me off, and I mean fucking ANYTHING. Some men are afraid to tell me what they want when they call me, but I know I always know. I can read you like my favorite book. Funny fucking thing is, it is the quiet ones that are the most perverse.

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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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I know what you want even before you get up the nerve to tell me. I can see the depraved look in your eyes when a little rape puppet walks by you. Your sexual desires are varied and the only thing that is a given is you want to give it to them rough, to take what you crave.  

You show me pictures of her that you have taken. She had no idea you managed some very personal ones of her. You fucking stroke off to those pictures every night. LOSER! I mean why not go after her, take what you want. Put the pictures down and wait till everyone is asleep. You glance at your fat, snoring wife. She really sickens you but her sister, now that is a different tale altogether. Go ahead, sneak into the guest room. You put your hand over her mouth, a knife to her throat, and your big, thick dick slides in her cunt. Little tease got what she deserved.

Poison Ivy

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   I am looking for all you naughty boys to play with and all you nice boys to corrupt. Why is it that you have to be naughty or nice when with me, you can have it all?

A nice little blonde girl just moved in across the street from me. Yes, I knew that would get your attention. She is a spoiled little bitch who thinks her daddy will give her the world. You have a few things you would like to give her, don’t you? I have been stalking her so I know just when she goes to school, when the nanny picks her up and the rare time she is alone.

Now she is alone, but we have to hurry. Look in her window, she is changing out of her boring little uniform. Your face is pressed to her window and your pedo dick is already out. Slow down, we have all night once you go in her window and get her. No distractions!

She is tied up and gagged and we are on the way to the cabin we found last party we had. I loved it there, it reminded me of The Evil Dead and someone definitely is going to be raped tonight. 

Everyone needs Poison Ivy for Christmas because I will make your most morally corrupt dreams come true with a special depraved indifference to tiny human lives.

   Merry Fucking Christmas

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           Welcome to Ivy’s Freak Show. One never knows the deviant, decadent wonders they might find. There is nothing I won’t do if it titillates my demented mind. Please don’t bore me with your vanilla sex or you might just look down to find your balls in my pale hands being twisted and pulled. Of course, some of you might just like that. You know who you are!

If you are lucky it might be a night I have tricked some underage twats to perform for you. Want to see two little cunts stripping down and doing unspeakable acts to each other? Then again, maybe I will invite some of my friends to use and abuse you like a little bitch. One never knows the freakish delights I have to offer, for a price. Oh yes, it will fucking cost you with your bank accounts and your sanity.

What are you waiting for? Scared? I can’t say I blame you. I bring strong men to their knees and weak men do things they never imagined they could.  Pick up that phone, you have nothing to lose but what is left of your souls.

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          I am goth so every fucking day is Halloween to me. Black clothes, vampire boys, absinthe, cemeteries, spells, bloodletting and erotic dancing to Christian Death. Welcum to my world. If I have let you in it is for one of three reasons.You are either an amazing fuck, you need an accomplice which you will pay for with your very soul or I feed off your night terrors. I can sniff out which one you are in a bloody heartbeat. 

This blog is about the men who love Halloween for one reason and that is the little costumed darling’s knocking at their door. I wonder who makes such sexy Halloween costumes for little girls to wear and tempt you? Maybe it is Lucifer himself!  Halloween is the night you wait for, dream about and tremble with anticipation. Baby nurses, storybook characters, saloon girls all dressed in sheer tempting costumes. Your addiction gets so far out of hand you beg me to lock you up, keep you from doing what will take your soul. Trust me, having a soul is overrated.

As the sun goes down you wait for the knocks, you peek out your window stroking you p-cock and you actually pray to god for this night to end. God has forgotten you, he has forgotten us all.

I join you, as I have no soul to worry about and my hands need to feel a fragile neck, one that would break like a twig. Join me in my sadistic games of pleasure. The time is now!

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You see me at Elysium which is a place you don’t normally go. It is just like you imagined. Goth music is playing, people are dancing in the darkness and all the beautiful sexy and erotic goth girls, it is all fucking with your mind. You finally dare to come over to me smiling stupidly. We have a few drinks together and I suggest we leave. Can this be true? Are you going to fuck a goth chick?

I can read people and I read you the second you approached me. Oh yes you want me, but an underage version of me. You have fought these feeling for way too long but you need to be coaxed, to be forced to have no choice. Is tonight the night you admit what you really are?

We are in my house now as you look around. What did you expect, bats flying around? I invite you to my downstairs den and you trip and tumble till you hit the hardwood floor. Now how did that happen? Oh yes, I might have pushed you. I help you up, I give you a little something for the pain. You tell me you don’t take pills, but I convince you if you want to fuck you need to relax and this will take the pain away.

You wake nude and restrained to my antique four poster bed. You mumble something unintelligible. I whisper in your ear that it is time to admit what you really want. You beg me to stop, but you’re under my control as you admit you are a pedo but have never acted on it. A wee blonde girl comes into the room. You are begging me as you go from please let me have her to please don’t make me do it.

Her sweet, hairless twat is riding your face. You wonder if this is just a dream, a nightmare, or maybe the pain killer? Your p-cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum. She gets off your face, and you mumble it is the sweetest thing you have tasted. You beg me to stop, you tell me you won’t take her virginity. I push her down on your dick as you tell me I made you do it, that I  have possessed you. How does that tight, young snatch feel, fucker?

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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!

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