Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

The city is my playground. I am very connected and know how to play hard. You like to call me and listen to my wicked, erotic stories. I have a new adventure to share with you.

The other night there was a party at one of the hotels. A penthouse suite with a fantastic view of the park had been secured for the night. A high roller was in town, and he wanted to throw a sex party in his room. This type of hotel can cater to any guests needs, wishes, and desires. They supplied many little slutty kittens to entertain at the party. There was only one request that they could not fulfill, an untouched pussy, a virgin girl. I was called because of my connections.

I bring the most sought after the delicious little treat of the night. I know where the right to find her. She is blonde, sweet, just the right age and size. She is shy and a scared little kitten. One that will shiver and squirm as she gets her pussy popped. I bring a petite, virgin girl to the party. When you call me, I will tell you every sordid detail of what happened to her that night, and what my role was in the encounter.

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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!

Written By: Poison Ivy

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I have no idea what had gotten into my phone sex son today, but he treated me like a submissive little whore. Can you imagine treating your mommy like that?

I was getting ready for a date when I heard the front door slam. It sounded like someone was in a terrible mood. I just bought him several games, and his favorite dinner was in the oven. I always make my date nights special before I go so he isn’t jealous. Clearly, dinner and games was not what he had in mind. He burst into my room while I was dressing, without even knocking.

I didn’t even have a second to greet him before he was calling me dirty names, and taking out his young, hard cock. I must admit, it was a turn on. He grabbed me by my long, blonde hair and pushed me down to my knees. He began slapping my face with his cock, demanding I open my mouth. I tried to resist but that sexy cock in my face was just too much. I sucked him off quickly. I tried to get up and finish getting dressed for my date, but he said I wasn’t getting away that easy.

Looks like someone will be on Santa’s naughty list.

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Written By: Suzanne

Do you ever want to fuck a total freak? Admit it, goth chicks get your blood boiling. You wonder if all the things you hear are true. Bitch please, I am everything you have heard and much more. My taste for sex if incredibly strong, but I am picky. I truly doubt you would make the cut loser.

So what is it I look for in a fuck buddy? I need someone who is into and ready to play any sick, twisted, depraved games I come up with. If you’re still with me here, then you might have a chance.

I have an insanely brilliant plan, and I am ready to begin. I purchased a rather run down house in the middle of nowhere. The construction crew has been working nonstop for months. I have already taken and accepted 30 applicants. Yes, I am opening up a school for girls. I have accepted sweet docile little waifs and others more like me. I really only have space for half that amount so doing away with some will be the only solution.

You look scared? Are you a sniffling little cunt, or a man I can play with? Well fuck, you figured out very quickly I won’t just tell them their application has been denied. This is the perfect situation for both of us. I get to torture, and you get to rape. Do I have your attention now?

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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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Written By: Poison Ivy

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You found the perfect little victim. You’ve had your eyes set on her for awhile now. You watch the way her short skirt rides up her legs when she’s frolicking around the playground. You are drawn to her little hard nipples poking through her Hello Kitty shirt when she gets a little chilly.

You can’t help to have those feelings every time you see her. You have jacked off countless times while watching her and even when you’re home you look at the collage of pictures you took of her petite, pretty body. You’re drawn to her in every way possible. The need to have her gets stronger everyday. Everything is in place except one thing. You need a sick, twisted accomplice that’s even more corrupted than you. You need me to lure her to you. She needs someone sweet, charming and most importantly someone she can trust. We both know I am not none of those things but when it comes to hot, young flesh, I am game.

Contact me (1.866.481.6236) to set up the most deviant accomplice call. Your victim may be yours sooner than you think.

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Written By: Maddox

You are afraid, and I would like to say I understand it, but I don’t. I have always been a fearless bitch, and nothing phases or scares me. We moved a lot when I was growing up because I was an Army brat, but also because I was always getting into a bloody mess my parents couldn’t get me out of. By the time I was 17, I left home to do whatever the fuck I wanted. So you see, none of my deviant behavior has anything to do with daddy issues or rape. I am just me, a twisted, depraved bitch with a thirst for blood.

Now that you know a little bit about me, I want to know what makes you fucking tick. What is it about rape, torture and snuff that makes you so hard you lose all self control and don’t give a fuck about consequences? Let’s put our heads together and come up with a devious plan. Don’t be a fucking pussy. Do you want to be my accomplice or my victim? It all works for me and that is the only thing that really fucking matters.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

   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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Written By: Poison Ivy

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        The weather was beautiful so I decided to go for a walk before daddy came home from work. I wore my new sexy red dress so I didn’t want to walk to far and rip it by catching it on a branch. I kept walking just loving the sun on my tiny body.

I noticed a group of men drinking beer and talking loudly about how much they want to get their big hands on a tiny little girl and the dirty but hot things they would to do to her. I tried to be quiet and just listen but the dirty talk was really exciting me. I must have moaned a little too loud while touching my sweet, bald little pussy because they heard me. The men grabbed me and ripped off my pretty dress. The pushed me down on the grass and began to take advantage of my itty bitty virginal body. There was mouth, hands and dicks all over me and in me. It was so fucking hot but maybe a little scary.

When I was covered in cum and all my holes filled, I began to think about daddy. I wondered if he would have company over and if they would get all excited when I told them what happened in the woods? I found my dress. It wasn’t too ripped up and I put it back on. I started to walk really fast because the men’s jizz was dripping down my skinny legs.

I saw daddy on the porch having beers with, OMFG, the men who raped me were all there with him. 

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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 pretend I am scared when he forces me to get in his car. I scream and beg but I know he picked a spot where no one could possibly hear me. He threatens me on the drive to his house, he says he will hurt all the people I love. He makes me promise to be a good obedient little girl.

He drags me by my hair into his special playroom. He demands I strip for him and pull open all my little teen fuck holes. Then he notices that my pretty little pussy is dripping wet. His smile is evil, and for the first time, I really am a little scared.

He takes out his huge cock and forces my mouth down on it. I begin to gag and that just makes him bigger and harder. He is so rough, and he blames me for being such a tease in class. 

I love rough, hardcore role-play with stern older men. I am open to everything you can possibly come up with.  Give me a call, and I will submit to all your demands.

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Written By: Piper

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I’ve been doing calls with a new guy and he doesn’t just make my MILF pussy drip- he makes it POUR! We always do forced sex role plays and they are so hot. He’ll break into my house and catch me by myself. Then the real fun begins. He always tells me, “I’m going to rape you and you’re not going to like it.” I have to be a real phone actress then because I really DO like it. He has such a sexy voice and listening to him tell me what he’s going to do to me makes me so fucking hot! He loves when I beg and plead with him to stop- it only makes him fuck my mouth, tits and pussy harder. Then they’re times when he makes me tell him what he’s doing to me and what I’m doing for him. Listening to his moans as I talk almost makes me cum. After he cums, he just hangs up, leaving me needy and ready to cum. It just completes the fantasy for me and I love it!

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You have had a hard life at times, a crappy childhood, and are a loner. You don’t connect with bubbly, sweet girls. You want a girl who is raw, real, and can relate to the dark side of life. Well, that is me, Sarah Jesse.

Want to share stories of fucked-up mothers, pervy boyfriends, or a dirty daddy? Sometimes it feels good to connect with someone who understands what it is like to have no childhood innocence. Learning that sex sells, the commodity that you can use to make pervs open up their wallets and buy you presents you are young. Submitting to them because you were easily manipulated.

You are like me. We both like sharing experiences, but what turns us on is nasty, twisted, dark fantasies. I can tell you a very nasty tale of the debauchery that I have witnessed at sex parties and orgies.  Men with money who can buy anything they want and have it brought to them. I have seen things and participated in the lewdest and lascivious activities in the city that never sleeps, NYC.

Perhaps you have a forbidden pleasure, a salacious fetish or an obscene fantasy. Let your mind go and let’s do a roleplay. No taboos, no limitations here on my end.

Sarah Jesse

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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 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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