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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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   Some men are just complete fucking cunt faces. I have one in-particular and while he is dead serious, I laugh my fucking ass off as soon as I hear his fag face voice. He can’t get enough of body fluids. Shit, piss, snot and jizz, he craves it all. He does have an issue with blood, but well if I have been fucked and on my period, he will take it like a greedy little pig! 

His newest expression is “cock kisses”. I just assumed it was kissing someones cock, but I should have known better with this jerk off. It is when the girlfriend he once had sucks a guy off and then kisses him with a mouth of of jizz. I call that snowballing, like most people. Of course, asswipe isn’t like any normal person I know. Leave it to him to come up with a fucked little expression for it. Did I mention he does like women, but how the fuck could he satisfy one with his little clitty?

I could talk about him for hours, as he is just that fucking hysterical.  He is just a mixed bag stupidity. He goes by many names douchebag, asswipe, cunt face, jerk off and my favorite because it was the first Philip The Faggot.  I have spit many drinks out laughing, quite the waste of booze but entirely worth the laughs.

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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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     I fucking hate smiling for photos, I would much rather sneer for the camera; but these dumb sessions are just a means to an end. We need to make the sessions look real for the little pretty things that want to be famous models one day. I am not exactly lying when I promise them fame and that their pictures will be seen all over the internet. They just have no idea it will be in porno’s and snuff films. For those with delicate souls who deny who they are, I will just call them art house films.

I have brought over 3 little darling for this session. They ask about the clothes they will model and I explain for now they’re perfect just as they are. I have my pictures done, stripping off my clothes a bit. I need for them to think this is real. They all begin to look scared, tears begin to run down their pretty little faces. Even that young they begin to sense something isn’t right. Oh, there is nothing right, and everything depraved about what this day and night will bring.

I calm them down with a glass of spiked apple juice. The “producer” Is getting impatient with so many orders coming in for our little film. The flat chested spoiled twats are ready to become stars. Too bad they won’t get to enjoy their 15 minutes of fame as their bodies will be left to the rats and what once was a production house will go back to being a crack house. 

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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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   It starts with a bloody kiss, a kiss from the blood on my lips where I licked the razor cut. It is tinged with the white powder where you broke the white rock on her ass cheek. There is no way to describe the feeling, so hot, so erotic and I sometimes wonder if the feeling could ever be so intense again? Of course it is; every fucking time we plot, hunt and capture our victim. Picture the first time you broke a virginal cherry, tasted her sweet cunt juice or felt the needle pierce your skin.

With that first bloody kiss, we jumped down the proverbial Rabbit Hole, never to return or regain our sanity. She sits in the corner, makeup smeared and begging for more. Yet she knows more means she will be used more. Even in her battered and torn state, she is plotting on how to become an accomplice for us, how to toss one of her little friends under the bus. This is how it begins, our unending supply of party favors that all began with late night plotting and a bloody kiss.

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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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 You have this weird fondness for blonde cheerleaders but you know I can’t stand the sight of those dumb little bitches. You ask me for a huge favor, and you know nothing with me comes for free. At first, you tell me you just want me to invite a few over and claim it is a party. If nothing else, you know they love partying with older goth chicks. A party at my house is always something to gossip with their insipid friends about. 

You watch from the window as three tiny, blonde underage girls arrive. They’re loud and giggly, I fucking hate that.  You make yourself scarce as you know they don’t like you very much. They ask me when more people are arriving and I tell them they’re early so have some absinthe. They giggle since they know about absinthe from the Twilight movies they have seen.  After a few drinks, I explain that no one else is coming. With your help, I change them into fishnets, pvc and Demonia boots. They look like little whores by the time I am done.

I was under the impression you wanted to fuck them, but you don’t. Your revenge is outright brutal! They’re pretty high at this point and I shoot speedballs into their tender virgin veins. A waste of drugs in my opinion, but you are paying, so fuck it. One is crying and begging to go home, the other two are too high to care. 

What you want next is so sick and I fucking adore you for it. We tell the little sluts to decide which one gets the fuck beat out of her and raped with implements.  We promise the other two they can leave when they’re done. You sit in the chair watching, stroking your p-cock. Soon the smallest is down on the ground with her ‘friends” cutting off her clothes. They rape her with a spiked baseball bat and a broken bottle. Group mentality has taken hold, or maybe it is the drugs and after raping her to her cries for mercy they begin to stomp her with the boots I put on them.

You get up from the chair and practically have to pull the girls away. You cum all over the one of the ground and piss in her face. The two friends are cheering, they better not get to comfortable in their surroundings as we kind of lied about letting them go free.

                Poison Ivy

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I know you and who you are. You are that man who watches in parks, in front of schools and in malls. The weather is warmer and now you found a new place to watch. Public swimming pools and beaches are your new hangout. You beg for my help but you know I hate the sun like you hate stubble on girl just pretending she is underage.

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