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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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             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

The men and women in my life try so hard to forget me. The places I take them terrifies them, but it also excites them more than they ever thought possible. For that reason you must take your Poison with your pleasure.

Your hand is shaking, you say “hello” in this little scared voice. 

You start with questions, way to many fucking questions. I promise you, I will make you use a ball gag if you don’t shut up with the annoying questions.  

Now you are doing all the tiresome things men do when they don’t want to be honest with me. Nothing is too extreme or violent for me. You cannot shock me, you never could. You like them young? Silly, stupid man. So do I. 

After our call, you might try to forget me. You can’t, can you?   Be brave for once, take what it is you crave. 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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  Every year women and men flock to my Easter show. It’s like nothing you could possibly imagine. A deviant mix of sex, violence, and blood. This year will be more intense than ever. People are bored and need the kind of release only Malaya can provide.

My guests begin arriving. They look elegant in their gowns and tuxedos.  Sexy girls in bunny outfits are handing out party favors. I welcome all my guest, and the lights are dimed. 

There is several crosses with girls strapped to them. I place a crown of thorns on each of their innocent heads. I press the crowns as blood trickles down their faces. My audience is getting excited now. I look out and see a few of the men have their cocks out.  How I have missed these shows. Several tiny party favors are walking about sucking cocks, licking pussy’s, and sitting on laps. 

The girls are crying, and begging to not be hurt. My guests are voting on who will be the sacrifice of the night. I invite a few of my guests on stage to rape the girls. The night is going better than I planned, and it is almost time.

They have picked a girl to be sacrificed. I bring my knife to her throat, I smile, and cut her throat from ear to ear. 

My main show is now over, but a few are invited to remain for the second part. Join me in my perverse Easter celebration.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Do you know what? I really love going to church on Sunday. All the men and women dressed up and pretending to be so good and pure. It’s a playground for cute little things like me. Daddy always tells me to dress like an innocent little girl in white and lace. If they only knew the truth.

  Last Sunday daddy invited several of the congregation to join us for Sunday Brunch. Seems so innocent, doesn’t it? When daddy and I are involved, nothing is ever innocent. Daddy put something special in the tea and coffee. 

The women were all on the patio chatting and enjoying the sun and warmer weather.The men were downstairs doing men things. Giggles. I went down with a tray of coffee and dessert. I noticed the men were leering at me in the dirtiest of ways. Let the nasty fun begin!

Daddy put on a special movie that him and I made together. My phone sex daddy has the biggest cock! Once the men were getting the idea of it all, I began sitting on their laps. Daddy encouraged them to touch me any way they wanted. I love having big, strong man hands all over my tiny body. Soon it was a sexy gang bang. So many cocks for me!

When the men were to busy to notice, daddy turned on the camera. It wouldn’t be a Sunday without daddy and Katie making a naughty movie.

Written By: Katie

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Bless me father for I have sinned. I try to be a good person, but my deviant sex drive makes it so hard to be good.  A close friend of mine opened a little shop across from a Catholic Church. I was raised Catholic, but hadn’t been to church in ages. The Priest was young and hot. You can just imagine the thoughts in my dirty little mind. Did I imagine him looking me up and down. I had to do something to meet him and see what he was all about. Cooped up with no sex can make a man pretty twisted. My kind of man.

How exactly does one meet a Priest if they’re to selfish to volunteer and don’t go to church? They go to confession, of course.

Saturday morning I dragged myself out of a warm bed with a hot couple and went to church. I went in the confessional and spilled my guts. I told him everything from my first fuck at 12 to the couple in my bed and everything in between. He got very quiet and I could hear sighs and moans.  I got a Priest to jerk it, but I want to fuck him silly. I need for him to be talking in tongues before we’re done. 

I went into his  side of the confessional. Bless me father, for I have really sinned. I have fucking sinned more than anyone I know.  Bless you father, for now you’re about to sin in a way you can never go back to what you were.

Written By: Harley

To me every day is Halloween. When you do something every day you become rather fucking excellent at it.  There is no angel on one shoulder and devil on the other. With me it is pure devil. Not that anything about me is pure. What do you get when you call me? You get a depraved, twisted, filthy, deviant, extreme session. One that you will never forget, and possibly hate yourself in the morning for your thoughts.

You arrive at my house. It is dark, and almost looks like there is no one home. You can hear music, screams and sobbing. You wonder if you even have the right place. It sounds like no party you have ever attended. You are scared, yet titillated at the same time. I invite you in, and show you to the party favors. You decline at first wanting to keep your wits about you, but then decide to live for just once.

I take you down a dark stairway to my basement. The sounds are getting much louder. We walk past some dancers, but they are not for you. They are too old for your tastes. Tastes you have kept hidden for so long.  I take you to the toy room. The live dolls are dressed in many styles, to fit your pedo tastes. Some are dressed like me, some as schoolgirls, some as cheerleaders and so on. You are interested, but in that room the girls are rather mundane.

There is another room, but it seems very quiet. You are curious so I take you in there. You can’t believe what you see. In your wildest dreams you never thought you would or could go there, but you are. I tell you to take your pick. You are shaking, and turn around to leave. You can’t do this. You stand at the doorway. You turn around, and pick your girl. I smile, and begin to touch my dripping cunt. Nothing gets me more excited than taking someone to the dark side.

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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                       Aren’t you the lucky little fucker.  You were asked out by a fetish chick. You can’t believe your incredible luck. You have tried for years, and I always say “fuck no”.

You’re feeling pretty fucking proud of yourself. You buy new clothes, get a fleek haircut, and you ask my friends where you should take me. They tell you I love romantic kid friendly restaurants with no booze. My friends are so evil, and you’re so gullible.

                     You arrive at my house with flowers and candy. Candy? You bring me candy? You’re confused because I’m not dressed to go out. You think maybe you have the wrong night. Then you get this glimmer of hope that I’m dressed for a night in with you. What did one of your friends say? They made a joke about never going out with a hot, unusual chick on Halloween because you might end up a sacrifice. You laugh, and you’re feeling pretty happy with yourself. A hot chick, lingerie and a night in. That has to mean sex. You’re now strutting around and feeling super proud.

          We go into a dark room lite with black candles.  There’s plastic on the hardwood floor. I tell you it’s for when I do body painting. You’re intrigued when I demand you strip. You wonder if I’m going to paint you, fuck you or both. You mention that my painting supplies look dangerous. You nervously laugh. I shed my clothes. With my painting tool in my hand, I mount you.  You can’t believe this. No foreplay? Just hot, wild fucking? My eyes go wild, they’re red and glowing. You see I am holding a knife, not a painting tool. Your heart is beating so fast, you feel my hot cunt grab your cock as I cum.  The blade is sharp, cold and scary. You assume it’s a Halloween joke. I slash your throat, and bathe in your hot, deep red blood.

          If a hot fetish chick asks you out on Halloween, you can be sure you’re a blood sacrifice. Happy Murder Day.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

         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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Written By: Poison Ivy

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Are you man enough to fuck me? Maybe the question is are you fucking brave enough? I need a lover that can take whatever I choose to do to him. I need my sex to be rough, violent and a tad bloody. You may leave my bed a bit bruised, battered and stumbling; but you will never forget a session with me.   

Imagine my tight cunt wrapped around your cock, and my beautiful hands wrapped around your neck? I won’t fuck you like your wife does, way to vanilla for me. Ho Hum! What I will do is leave you begging for more. No man or woman ever forgets the smell and feel of me. What do you have to lose? Maybe your sanity and your soul.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx

 Happy fucking holidaze.  What do all you good boys and girls want from me for Christmas? I do know my callers, and they all are a special type of naughty. Lucky for them as everyone knows, I don’t do fucking boring vanilla calls. Of course in the end, I don’t really care what you do, as long as I have your money.

I thought it would be interesting to talk about one of my callers. To keep his privacy, I shall just call him Piss Boy. I have blogged about him before but, he’s to much fun not to blog again.

Like anyone else, he would rather drink my delicious piss, but he has no access to it. Such a shame for him. Then what does he do with his piss? Any fucking thing I tell him to do, bitches! It is sort of a holiday thing for him. I can’t wait to shock and thrill him with some of the new things I have planned. I am certainly not telling what they are. Call me, pay for me, and then you will learn it all.

Now, fuck off, and enjoy your holiday.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx

 You like your sex and calls a bit different than the fucking norm. This isn’t a question. If you are reading this you are either a freak like me, or you need some abuse. Which one is it, bitch? I am beyond deviant. I will take you on one hell of a fucked up journey. I will test your boundaries and make you wonder what the fuck you just heard out of my pretty, nasty mouth. 

  If you want to bring your semi vanilla calls my way, think twice. Some men assume because I am part Asian, that I am meek.  Think again! I do the role-plays that are too fucked up for many. Sex, drugs, and violence is what I am all about. Once in a blue moon someone gives me a request that isn’t exactly “me”. Make it fun, make me laugh and I just might do it.  Will I be laughing at you? More than likely. 

Cum join me for the most deviant, twisted, sexy, nasty call you’ve ever done. I promise I won’t hurt you too much!

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx

     I guess you might expect a cutesy, loving fake holiday blog from me. You should fucking know by now that will never happen. I am an evil, cruel bitch that wants your soul. Think about all the things that terrify you, think about your night terrors and think about the girl you could never have.

While you are planning that romantic date, buying those flowers and fattening candy for you girlfriend; it is me you really want. A wild bitch that would make you think you died and went to fucking hell. Don’t worry you can have me, in MY way. My boot heels stomping you from head to toe, my jizz filled cunt smothering you, in a word…I will break you! Happy fucking VD, I hope all your nightmares come true.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

This year went by super fucking fast. It happens when your life is an insane whirlwind. The club asked me to headline from now till New Year’s so I will be even busier. Of course, not too busy for my list of freaky callers. I rather like being the chosen one for any and all freaky, demented calls. Entertain me, because if you don’t, there will be bloodshed. Now that puts moi in quite the situation as I need a bit of bloodshed in my daily life. There is a few of the chosen, I expect to hear from. You know who you are!

Pull out those party favors if you have them, as I fully plan to celebrate with you. I need some intense role-play to get my juices flowing and put me in the mood. Email me those deviant thoughts, let’s see what you got!

Have a twisted sort of holiday, because is there any other?

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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You say Santa I say Satan, you have your dumb ass fantasy figures but I know the truth. You have something I want, and you can give it up the easy way or I can cut it out of you. Take your pick because either way your energy is mine.

Light some candles, strip off your clothes and turn off the lights. Are you ready? You are exhausted from watching porn all day and beating off. This type of porn you’ve never watched before, something made you decide this was what you needed, you were bored with typical man/woman shit.

You feel a presence near your bed and your hands go back to your dick for more stroking. You hear my soft voice whispering in your ear. I tell you to let go, free yourself of that energy with each stroke and beat of your heart. You are going faster now, you’re at the edge and about to cum. Your energy is mine, the air is warm again, you remember nothing. Did you sleep for days? You look at the clock and see barely minutes have passed.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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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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Written By: Poison Ivy

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 I met you at a party where we danced, drank and flirted. I thought you were interesting in a sort of nerdy way. I had no idea most of the time what the fuck you were rambling about with  gaming, and superhero shit. All I really noticed was you had a pretty mouth if you only shut the fuck up I could find a use for it.

The hotel was wicked with neo gothic architecture and furnishings. Rumors were: at one time it was an orphanage where several little fuckers disappeared and housed an asylum as well. Some of us got rooms to stay for the night and at 3:33 am the doors were locked till morning.

You and your friends were staying to try and take pictures with the hotels reputation. Classic!! I had other plans. I took all my accoutrements out of my overnight bag and got prepared to raise a little hell. You were alone in the study when you saw me standing there, eyes glowing and nude. I grabbed you by your neck and tossed you on the floor. I ripped off your clothes and stomped your balls with my heels. You tried to call out for your friends but no one was coming to help you.

Hours later you woke with hand prints on your neck, claw marks down your body, and a strap-on shoved in your ass. The room smelled like sex, and your dick was sore and had dried cum on it. At least you thought it looked like dried cum. You tried to find me, knocked on my door, asked the men who opened the hotel back up. Looks like you imagined me!

Maleficent Malaya

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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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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Written By: Poison Ivy

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