Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

Spring is finally here and that means short dresses, and bare toes. You can’t fucking wait! You spend as much time as you can outside in the park. You love to watch them swing, getting higher, and higher.  You watch hoping the little dresses blow up as they swing, giving you a peek. 

The pink polish sparkles in the sun. They’re so happy, just giggling, and playing. Was that a bit of yellow cotton panties you just saw?  Where are their parents you wonder? They’re terribly young to be alone. 

You take out your little picnic. It looks more like food for a child, rather than a grown man.  One looks up, you smile at her. You motion to the food and ask if she wants a taste or two.  She’s happily eating your snacks. It isn’t your fault that a sleeping pill accidently fell in the vanilla pudding. 

She is falling asleep. It’s just you and her. You take her to your car. No one is looking, you drive off. 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

            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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                  Are you one of those people that gets off to really inappropriate things? I promise you that you are not alone. Sometimes my sexy thoughts are so disturbing even I have to question myself.  Now that you see you have a partner in crime, let’s discuss!

Do you like them much younger than you? No worries, as I like them much older. See? We match! Maybe you are looking for the perfect accomplice. A pretty girl like me to help you along and to make you see that you are sure not alone. 

           Maybe at times you wonder what it’s like to be a girl. That’s interesting as at times I want to be a man with a big dick. 

  When it comes to our thoughts, nothing is wrong. That woman who always says no to you? Let’s bust in her home and take what we want. Do you hear her daughter playing music in the next room? 

So you see, we can be anyone and do anything we want on our calls.  Take me somewhere I have never been, let’s get nasty!

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Written By: Delaney

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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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After a long night out, sometimes a girl just needs a long, hot soak in a tub of bubbles. I started my bath and stripped out of my sexy red dress.  Maybe I’ll light some scented candles and open a bottle of Merlot. 

I lowered my music as I thought I heard glass breaking. I must be even more tired than I thought. I layed back in the warm bubbles, closed my eyes, and enjoyed my relaxing bath. 

     I dried off and grabbed a robe and head for my bedroom. Maybe some porn? Maybe just close my eyes and drift off. I see the shards of broken glass on the floor. I grab my phone to call for help, when he grabs me from behind.  He whispers in my ear not to scream and I feel his hard cock against my ass. 

He pushes me down on the bed and removes his clothes. Fuck, he is big.  I can’t help myself from getting super wet. He feels that and gives me a dirty smile. 

I get off to all sorts of sexy roleplays. Do you have one for me? Anything Goes!

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Written By: Caidyn Cross

      Well fuck, seems to me like you have a problem.  Somehow you got waylaid while out shopping for gifts for the wife and kids. Here you are in a seedy hotel off the highway, drunk and broke.  That isn’t the worst if it though, is it? 

                       You start to come out of your fog, and look around the room. You really don’t even remember getting there. Sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of who knows what, you wonder just where the fuck you are. Is that blood?

You stumble to the bedroom, and see the girls in your bed. You see the empty bottles, and the lines of white stuff on the nightstand.  You make some noise hoping the girls will wake up.  Maybe? You wonder if they are even alive. Oh god!!

The phone rings in the room. You ignore it, but it keeps ringing, making you a little crazy. You finally pick it up and you hear my voice. I instruct you to put the thumb drive in the tablet. You’re shaking and the girls still haven’t woken up.  There it is right before you. Your entire night and every twisted thing you did. 

Not quite the Christmas you expected perv, is it? 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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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

             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 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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                 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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            You like them broken, don’t you? Don’t look away from me. We both know exactly what the fuck I am talking about. Lonely, curious, sad, and very ignored. That sort of thing is what makes your dick twitch. Summer is almost here, and the parks, pools and streets will be filled with little, cute, latch keys. So you wonder just what is a Latch Key Kid. Home alone, mostly poor, and single mother works. So vulnerable. 

She’s licking an ice cream cone at the 7-11. You watch the tiny tongue as she licks. Some has melted, dripping down her t-shirt, making the adorable little bumps on chest visible. You sigh deeply, and slide your hand in your sweat pants. 

No one else is around except the store clerk. She has dropped her cone and is crying. You buy one from the clerk and you both exchange knowing looks. 

You sit in your car and show her the cone. She walks over to you and gets into your car. You hand her the dripping, vanilla cone. She asks you where you’re taking her. You smile, and never answer her. 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

You know what I like about fucking Summer? One season closer to Fall. This year the heat started early. The cool thing is from my apartment roof I can watch so much of the city and it’s dweller’s. A blanket, booze, and music, and I’m ready to watch the world from my own little spot. 

Ever wonder what goes on when people think they’re behind closed doors? Like the big white house and it inhabitants. Small blonde girl and her dad is all I ever see. They always look so fucking friendly to each other, not in a dad/daughter kind of way. Time and exploration is what I need to find the truth to it all. Like I said, I’m hot, bored, and love dirty drama; and a chance to exploit it.

                 Next it’s time to insert myself into their lives. Ever so helpful in recommending schools, places to eat, and of course, alarm companies and such. I even suggested Teddy Cams, as he will want to know what his baby girl is up too. What he won’t know is that I’ll have viewing access to all the cams. 

What am I gathering this information for? Blackmail bitches!  You don’t expect me to earn my money the mundane way, do you? 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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Is that a noise I hear downstairs?  Can’t a girl get any alone time to take care of business?  It sounds like something fell over and broke. Maybe my brother is home from college?  I wonder if he’s horny for me? Anyway, whatever. The stairs are now creaking. Yes, it’s my sexy, big brother. 

           Only, shit it’s not him! A big man yells at me and tells me to “shut up”. I think someone is playing a prank, so I tell him he needs to shut up. Now he seems really mad. He tells me to take off my shorts. I still think it’s a joke, so I do what he says, laughing. I mockingly tell him that I’m so scared. Please don’t rape me, mister. 

           I no longer think this is a prank. This man is going to rape me. Wait? Is he actually putting on a rubber? My rapist is thoughtful? He’s all over me now. Big, hands, big tongue, and huge dick. I wonder? 

          I whisper in his ear something crazy about DNA and rubbers. He looks confused, and quickly pulls out. He pulls off the nasty offending condom and plows back into me.  Just as he is about to drain his balls, he hears me say, might as well fuck a baby into me. 

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Written By: AJ

                Tiny, fragile, innocent, lonely, and sad. These are the things you look for. Aren’t they just that? Flat chests, old torn clothes, and hungry. You know just what it is you are looking for.  Your telescope is out, as they move in. You are anxiously waiting, and looking. You see bedroom furniture. Could it be? 

                  The weather took a fucking early warm turn, and she is sitting alone in her shorts. You are nothing if not friendly, so you introduce yourself to the family with drinks and cookies. Those empty brown eyes are calling to you. You smile and make small talk to her. You know all about the games, dolls, and music little ones like. You fit in so well.

               You make plans. You buy a kiddie pool, some yard toys and you are all set. You have never wanted anything so much. 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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                       What is coming, you might ask? Well, the warm weather of course! I can’t wait to buy some new bikinis and shorts. Daddy calls me his little friend finder when I sit in front of our house in my little pool. 

                         Daddy loves all the attention I get. Not only from men like daddy, but from girls like me. Everyone wants to cool off in my little pool. How perfect is daddy? He seems to know exactly when we need a drink to cool off, or if we are getting to excited and need a lie down. Isn’t it amazing how daddy is always right there to help?

He has really planned a fun afternoon for later. Daddy has fenced the yard for privacy and set up cameras. This will be so fun! Daddy is so smart, he had a brilliant idea.

I’m setting up balloons in front of house, to make it look like a party. Daddy says it will attract all the little girls on our block. Isn’t he just the bestest daddy in the world, wanting me to have so many friends?

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Written By: Katie

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You had it all planned out, I really didn’t have to do a thing but show up late last night. I played my part well and stalked our prey for weeks. Finally, the night was here and the time had come for our next move.

Blindfolding and shoving them into your big white van made my tiny holes so wet. You know that I’m your true submissive slut and will do anything to earn a chance to worship your cock.  You made me this way, didn’t you?

We used, abused, teased, and fucked until the wee hours of the morning. This no limits slut did it all and left nothing behind.

If you’re feeling in a wickedly taboo mood and would like to talk about our next victim, call me.

Accomplice Sammie

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Written By: Sammie

             Christmas is the most fucking annoying holiday. It’s like the annoyance hangs over Halloween, and then fuck it’s that day again.

What annoys me about it all?

Let’s start with the fucking bells.  Bells, fucking bells wherever you go. I came up with a fun little game. I call it Slay Bells. I know, I like drinking games as much as anyone, but this is far more twisted, and will excite my dark little heart.

Every time I hear a fucking bell jingling, I commit a gratuitous act of violence. Violent Night has nothing on me, when I am pissed!

There we have it. Big, fat pedo Santa ringing his bell and I am already seeing RED! I get him alone and shove the bell up his big, fat ass. That was fun, the perfect way to bring some holiday cheer. 

I truly despise malls. That’s where I will go next. Elves ringing bells? Time to get totally violent and creative. Come here Mrs. Santa, I want to play!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

            It’s mine and daddy’s favorite time of the year. We just love Halloween! We love passing out candy and looking at the sexy girl costumes. The girls are all so cute and phone sex daddy is extra fun and happy that night.

I always stay home and help daddy. I think it makes the little girls so much more at ease when they see me. Sometimes, if it’s  just the right one, we invite her in.

I help her in the door and double check that she’s alone. I learned along time ago to go after the loners.  I invite her to help herself to some punch and cookies. Her eyes are starting to close and she is passing out. 

We have to work quick now! We strip her and restrain her to my bed. I gag her because we can’t have her waking up screaming. On a happy note, daddy is sound proofing the house for next year. 

Now daddy calls his friends. I just love daddy’s friends! Let my special Halloween party begin!

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Written By: Katie

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   I’m so very curious and I need to know everything about sex. Not just sex, but kinky, hot sex. You know, the kind no one talks about. 

The men in my area and the boys at school, I just don’t think they would have what I want. They might be sweet and gentle but I want nasty, twisted, perverted, messy sex.

Where can I go to get taught all I need to know?

After much thought, I decided that the farm across the road just might be they kind of men I am looking for. Rough, muscled, sexy, and nasty men. I wore a tiny yellow sundress and began riding my bike up and down the road. It didn’t take long before several rough looking men had gathered to watch me. 

I smiled and motioned for them to follow me. I rode over to the big barn on my side of the road. I stood there, the sun showing off my tight, teen body through my dress.  I began to remove my dress, but the men were very impatient. They surrounded me, ripped off my dress and the sex lessons began!

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Written By: Katie

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I have come to the conclusion that I am a expert at surprising naughty little sluts and raping them until they’re crying. I capture the girls and pull them into secluded spots to abuse their bodies. I rape them hard and fast, pumping their pussies and sometimes their assholes while the girls cry because it hurts so much with my huge fucking strap-on! I wear the little whores down and turn them into their personal fuck holes.

The forced sex tends to get brutal and if the girls put up a fight they’re smacked around even more, beaten up until they bleed. It’s abusive but there’s nothing hotter than a hot rape with a little bit of blood (you know how much I love blood).

When I’m done with them I usually leave them there naked and crying their eyes out. I walk away hearing her cry for help. I keep walking with my strap-on in my hand, feeling all the anal and pussy juice from my victim. I love taking their innocence away. God, I fucking love it!

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Written By: Maddox