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

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!

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.

 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

 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?

It is never your fault now, is it?  You think the little birds do it all on purpose to tempt and taunt you. Their big blue innocent eyes and sweet tiny bodies, pigtails and pouty lips tinted in pink gloss is enough to drive any man to distraction. That is what you tell your fucking self when you replay our whole session. LOSER!  I will never understand why you just don’t own up to your cravings like a man would. Oh wait…man is the key word now isn’t it?

You need me to help you, to guide you, to make you do these unspeakable acts. You do love Easter Eggs Hunts and the girls running about in shiny pink shoes and little pink lacey socks. You watch intently not saying a word, waiting for me to start a conversation with one for you. They think I look like Ariel The Mermaid with my red hair…LOL!

Ariel is even more evil than you, has more balls and will do anything if it gets her [me} off! She drank the water spiked with Xanax and is getting so sleepy. Where is her boring soccer mom with the fake boobs? Looks like she is too busy talking about the trip her and hubby went on last week. Now is your chance, maybe your only chance.

Happy Fucking Easter, Poison Ivy