Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

            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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      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 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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                   Everyone has a total wild side. Some might not admit it, but they sure do! We sometimes laugh inappropriately, and sometimes it’s a touch of sexy violence that gets us there. I have a caller that hits just the right spots with our calls. 

                      I love to go to super truck rallies. The noise, the men, the beer, and yes a bit of violence. Picture this. I’m in Daisy dukes, tank top, boots, and a cowboy hat. My man picks me up in his huge ass truck. Fuck, they both are so fucking hot! We have no special afternoon plans, just to drink, drive, and play. 

           I sit on his lap, as we go. He’s my King and I’m his Queen. Our crowns are a bit tarnished! Plenty of room for another, so we meet a hot young thing, and take her along. 

You’re thinking it’s sexy but where the fuck is the violence? Patience, I’m getting there.

King’s truck is huge and has lots of special equipment. Just like my King! There’s a huge traffic jam, I look at him and smile. He pulls into gear, as we begin to crush all the cars in our way. The sounds of the metal, fiberglass breaking, windows blowing out, is enough to make me cum right then and there. 

              Jealous, aren’t you? Tell me your special fantasy and I will make it come true.

Written By: Dirty Daphne

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It’s no surprise you want to serve me. Who the fuck wouldn’t? I do require much from my slaves but the reward is you get to be near me, and that in itself would make you a very lucky. Every slave has a task and yours would serving me on my period. Aren’t you one lucky loser fuck.

I’m home from a date and all the hard fucking has started my period. Assume the position and clean me up. The blood and jizz is dripping down my thighs and my panties are soaked. Do your job!

Now, fix me a drink, fold my clothes, and bring me a silky robe. One more thing! Insert my tampon with your teeth.

Now I can relax and drift off to sleep.

Wake up you stupid faggot and take care of your Blood Mistress. It’s time for your delights of morning tea. Boil the water, and pour it into a cup. I want you to pull out my tampon with your teeth.

What a bloody mess!

Let the tampon tea steep while you lick me clean. 

Now you may have your reward. It’s Tampon Tea Time.

Written By: Maddox

             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

              You couldn’t sleep at all last night. You tossed and turned. You were cold, then you were sweating. Normally you sleep like a baby, but something has been causing you to be extremely fitful.

      You drink some warm milk and lay down to sleep again. What the fuck? You smell perfume, sort of sickly sweet, but yet inviting. Your maid did clean, but that was hours ago. Now you hear a soft, sexy voice calling to you. Maybe your idiot friends are playing tricks on you. Halloween is the time for it. 

You pull out your phone and start surfing porn. You’ve never been into the supernatural. It has no appeal for you, but yet you’re looking at goth/vampire porn. The pale skin, the full red lips is giving your cock a mind of its own. 

You hear a tap on your window. If you weren’t so exhausted you might be amused, but all you could think of is what dicks your friends are. The tapping gets louder. Now she is in your bedroom. You can smell the perfume again. 

You surrender, you are mine!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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

When I was in school, my English teacher used to give us special assignments where we would follow people. Then we would report on what we think is their life. We would take all the details and write a short story. That was one of the few things I enjoyed in fucking classes. 

Even after I left school, I still would do it on my own. I found I loved stalking people. Sometimes, it would get me so excited I had to fuck myself right after. Overtime, stalking became boring.  I need more to get the sexual rush I craved. 

I began breaking in their homes.  I would steal pills, money, jewelry and such. I would go into their devices and add  and delete things. That was fun for a while, but like all things, I got bored of it. 

When I got bored of that, I began breaking into their homes at night with them asleep. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and quietly went up the stairs. They were sleeping soundly. I woke the man up with my hands on his balls. He tried to scream, but can’t. I smile, and stab him several times. His wife is next.

Make sure to lock your doors tonight. Then again, why bother. 

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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     Growing up my parents always told me that I was a very strange child, with my black hair, and pale skin.  They basically ignored me till the day daddy caught me playing with my dolls. That was the day he began paying so much more attention to me.

               I made little whips, and strap-ons for my female dolls.  I stripped all the boy dolls, tied them up in various ways then put the whips in the girl dolls little hands.  They all looked so cute.  When ever I played like this, I could feel a wetness between my legs. What was that about? 

Phone sex daddy asked me if he could play dolls with me. I guess maybe daddy felt bad and was trying to get closer to his baby girl? First, we had a special tea party and then we began to play. Daddy asked me if I ever wanted a life size boy doll to play with. Can you imagine that he wanted me to do the things to him, that were being done to my male dolls. 

As you now can see, I was made to be a Dominatrix.  From the time I was a wee girl with my dolls to now, my aim in life is to have a lovely basement full of men to torture, and fuck. Delicious!

Written By: Lady Rayne

     Your wife and kids are asleep and you’re so fucking bored.  You manage to get on the Dark Web. You can’t believe your eyes. Drugs, sex, and violence. It’s all there for you to step out of your boring comfort zone.

You’re a bit nervous, but some liquid courage helped.  Soon, you’re chatting with people you would never talk to or meet in your sorry real life. 

You begin chatting with me. You say the same tired words.  Goth girls this, Goth girls that. We go into a private chat where your fantasy meets my reality. You give me your address and alarm code. It’s fantasy after all you assume.

I show up at your home around 2 am. I am not alone. We first wake you up, and then your wife. You’re pleading, telling me you really didn’t mean it. Your wife is confused and begins to scream. I shut her up with a punch that breaks her teeth. Then she is awake and lucid enough to worry about the 2 in the next room. 

Be careful what you wish for, daddy!

Written By: Poison Ivy

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You won’t be able to resist a sexy vampire seductress like myself. You don’t really have a choice in the matter because you won’t be able to get away. Don’t worry though, it’s only painful the first time and then you will get use to it (hopefully).

I have a very deep, hungry thirst for blood, and when It comes to young little girls, I like to sink my fangs into their necks. They become so helpless and it’s really enjoyable to watch their tender bodies quiver and suddenly collapse. Men on the other hand, I will crawl between his legs and wrap my black pointy nails around his shaft. I stroke, lick and squeeze till his cock becomes significantly hard. At that point, I sink my fangs into the main vein and suck the blood from his cock.

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Written By: Maddox

 When I crave a man, he has to be something fucking special. When I fall, I fall hard. 

I met a musician at my last show, and I have decided he is mine to keep. Tall, rough, hot, rich with ink and piercings. What’s not to desire?

It was fun for awhile. We met in dark alleys, in abandoned houses, bathrooms, and cemeteries. I eventually do get bored, and you get possessive. I tried to end it but he won’t go away. What do I do? 

He invite me to his home. FUCK ME!! Now he’s getting domestic on me. He cooks me dinner and there is no booze or party favors. I give him one last fuck, because he is amazing in bed.  He begins talking about babies. Wait, what? He told me he was snipped. We’re so fucking finished.

I just leave.

          I get to thinking that even though I no longer want his dick, no one else can either. There’s only one solution.

I invite him over for drinks and such. He is super relaxed now. I come behind him and stick a needle in his neck. He quickly passes out. I remove his cock and balls quickly. I sew him up so he doesn’t bleed out. I take his blood, bring it to my tattoo artist and he uses it as ink.  See how romantic I really am? A part of him will be with me forever. 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

                     You have a snuff fantasy. How very fucking nice. You don’t really want to die, you just want the excitement and attention. Let’s make your fantasy a reality. Stop your crying, and act like a man!

I have planned it just like you imagined. I sold tickets, they’re about 100 people in the audience just waiting to see the killing of Mr. F! 

You’re already shaking, as I strip you down. Oh fuck me!  It’s just as well I am ending you with a tiny worthless cock like yours. 

                    You look out into the audience seeing my guests, you’re pleading with them to end this madness. You tell them you will return all their money. Really Mr. F?  You can barely pay your rent. 

I help you to the wheel. You’re restrained by your feet and hands. You’re pleading with me to stop. I go slowly as my guests have paid a lot for this show.  I stab you first in your stomach. My guests are cheering. I make flesh wounds all over your worthless body. You’re begging me now to just end you. 

                      My guests are very blood thirsty, and want much more. I slice your thigh. Now I must work fast before you bleed out.

I turn to my audience and ask them what I should do for the finale? They want to see some serious splatter. I smile and kiss you on your trembling lips. I slice your throat from jugular to jugular. My guest are cheering.  Kill Mr. F! Kill Mr. F! 

The blood spurts hitting me and my guests. Perfect end to my show, and to Mr. F.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Your thoughts and desires are so dark that you’re afraid to even speak them.  For the most part, you’re a normal man. You have a well paying job, 3 adorable kids, and a hot wife. Just sometimes no matter how hot your wife is, things can get so fucking boring. 

You remember the hot goth girls in college. You would watch them, study them, and imagine what sex would be like.  Never in your wildest fantasies, and darkest dreams did you ever expect me.

You see me going through my backpack to try and find my cash. I’m taking my time and holding up the line. You step in and pay for me. I invite you to drink your coffee with me at the last table. I ask a lot of questions. We’re now talking about your boring wife, and your impure thoughts about your kids. I seduce you into not going to work today.

We joke about the things you want to do, but won’t. I suggest you put yourself in my capable hands. After a long day of persuading you, you hand me your house keys, and your families schedule. I show up, but I’m not alone. You quietly tell me that wasn’t the plan. Shut up, Daddy! Remember when the screaming starts, you asked for this!

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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