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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All long day of working out in the sun makes a person rather fucking thirsty. Every day you come into the little café I own and stare at me. You ask for a tall glass of iced tea with mint and lemon. You stir it until the ice melts, while you fucking stare. You smile, walk past me and head for the bathroom. The other patrons begin to complain as they wonder what is taking you so long in there.

              I begin to notice something odd, even for you. The bathroom seems spotless once you use it. Are you trying to get a job as a janitor? You’re one strange fucker.  

Next day, same situation. We are out of iced tea, but I fucking wonder? I don’t even try to hide what I am about to do. I smile at him, take a tall amber colored tea glass, and head for the bathroom. I hold it under my pussy and piss until it’s almost full.

Clumsy woman, I got a bit of piss on my panties. I wring them out into the glass and head back to the man. I hand him the glass and wink.

Drink my tangy, warm piss. 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

    I somehow missed Valentine’s Day. How could I miss what should have been a very special and sexy night together. I feel like I’ve been very naughty and very lax. I feel like I need to make it up to you. Wouldn’t you agree? 

Red lips, red fingernails, and red lingerie.  Who says I don’t know how to celebrate a belated Valentine’s Day. I promise it won’t be you, once we’re done.

Lay back and relax. Don’t close your eyes, I want you to see everything I do to you. Feel my warm breath on your neck. Now feel my teeth. Feel my tongue lick your nipple.

We’re going to take our time and I’m going to take you places you’ve never been. Put your hands over your head. No restraints needed as you’ll obey without question.

Valentine’s Day not what you hoped for? Let me make it up to you.

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Written By: Tiffany

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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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It’s that time of the year we begin to think about New Year’s resolutions. Every year I come up with a big list, but never ever go through with it all. How about you? A new job, that hot girl you see at Starbucks every morning?  Go for it, as you only live once!

This year I have only one resolution and that is to sexually experiment more and sort of up my game. Think that I one I could actually keep?

I missed the holiday party this year at my favorite club. Just way too much to do, in so little time.  You show up at my home a little tipsy and out of breath. You hand me a bottle of bubbly and turn to leave. I suggest you enjoy a glass with me.

We are drinking and chatting and all of a sudden something comes over me. I excuse myself and return holding something behind my back. I bend over to kiss you and quickly handcuff you to the couch. My kisses become a bit rough and frantic. They have turned to bites. I quickly pull off your clothes and bite down your chest. 

      My white teeth, and shiny red lips are now right by your balls. I licked, kiss, and bite your thighs. You are scared and turned on at the same time. You always thought I seemed so “willing” the perfect blonde bimbo. Not tonight!

You reach between my legs with your unbound hand. What are you feeling? Time to turn the tables. 

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Written By: Tiffany

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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

               As everyone knows, Halloween is my favorite time of the year. You can keep your Christmas and Easter. I love any excuse to dress up in costume type fineries. This year, of course, will be no different. Parties, parties, and more parties. 

My parties are infamous for all sorts of debauchery. The men take it as the highest compliment when invited. I do however, have rules that must be followed.

With the special invitations sent out weeks ago, the men begin to arrive. After they’re stripped and examined to make sure they follow my orders, the rest of my party arrives. As the men ogle the other guests, I can see they’re all so very toxic.

They’re sorted out and taken to different rooms. Some of my guests are not  violent people, so my room is nothing but toys and silky lingerie items.  My guest questions why they’re toys, when he clearly has a working dick.

  I slap him for the profanity and push him down on his knees. Under my costume is a huge strap-on. His eye get wide, as he begs me not too. I explain the only lube he’ll get is his own spit.

I can hear everything going on around me. Pleasure sounds, whipping sounds, fucking sounds. What a glorious party this will be.

Join me at my Halloween Party! You won’t regret it, or well maybe you will?

Written By: Lady Rayne

             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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  We have known each other since forever. You were the annoying little fucker that followed me around. We both went our separate ways after school and you know blah, blah, blah. Normally, I don’t do reunions, but I was told he was going and I was curious to see the train wreck I used to torture. 

Within minutes, I was mind numbing fucking bored. Whatever. This was a boredom that even booze and drugs couldn’t fix. I walked around, talked to a few people till I found him. Looks like he’s gotten a bit of self confidence over the years. That’s my job, to tear him back down. 

A few drinks, some talk and I told him to meet me at my hotel at 1 am. Enough of this shit and I went back to my hotel.  I picked up a hot guy at the bar and took him up to my room.  Around 1 am, there was a knock at hotel room door.  My old friend arrives and finds me not alone, and spread out on the couch. 

                   He looks rather confused. I tell him that my cunt isn’t going to clean itself and my companions dick is also not going to suck itself. Get fucking to it!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

        I see you staring at my glossy red lips and long shiny fingernails. You’re wondering what those shiny lips and sharp fingernails would feel all over your cock, and balls. You’re wondering the pain and pleasure they can cause. Most men stare at my tits, but not you. You want and need so much more than that. 

                      I sweetly kiss you, but then I bite your lip hard. I stroke your handsome face, then I slap it. I push you down on the bed. You can feel the heat from my body. It’s warm and my salty sweat is dripping onto your lips. You need a taste. 

  I slowly work my way down your body. You push up on your elbows to watch me. I bite, pinch, and slap your thighs. You’re completely vulnerable to me. You raise your legs, letting me find all those tender spots. 

My soft hands are now on your balls. You sigh, when I twist them. I begin to  tease the tip of your cock with my teeth. I slide my teeth a bit up and down your shaft. You sigh, you moan. 

You are mine!

Written By: Tiffany

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You know what? I’ve been going way too easy on you. I mean you love licking dried cum from my perfect body, you love sliding your tongue so far in my ass that you can taste my dinner, and you love washing it down with my delicious piss. How is that really a punishment?

        I’ve decided that you need much more pain with your pleasure. How do I really know you’re smacking your balls and pinching the fuck out of your nipples. How will I know if you’re really smacking your ass while you shove in that butt plug for me? I won’t, unless I hear it. I want to hear you yelp, and hear the paddle make contact with your skin. 

Be prepared for me this time. Paddle, flogger, plug, cum cubes, and some ice. I want a plug that vibrates, don’t let me down!  You need to understand that my pleasure comes from you suffering for me. 

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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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When you look at me, you make all sorts of assumptions. You assume I am easy, you assume I am wild, and most of all, you assume in bed I will be yours. Think again love, because in actuality, you belong to me.

I can be submissive, if I want too. I can be in your bed, if I want to. Now that you get the picture, let me tell you just what it is I want. 

I want you completely open to whatever I suggest. I want to hear a “yes Ma’am” with no questions asked. I want to hear you sigh, moan and beg for my fingers, my tongue, my hands, and my body.  I want you meek as a little kitten, till you absolutely can’t take it anymore.

Beg to be disciplined and fucked by Mistress Tiffany

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   Ever listen to two guys fuck? You know that sexy pounding sound? The sound of it makes my pussy so fucking wet. 

  Why is it that men seem to think they need a dude to fuck like that? I’m not fragile or delicate, and a good pounding sure won’t break me. Push me against the hard stone wall, yank up my dress, rip my panties off. See what it does to me?  Push my legs up higher, get in so much deeper.  Bite me, slap me, do all those things you always thought you shouldn’t.

               Do me like a dude and I will surely return the favor. 

Written By: Lady Rayne

I’m out for the night with my girlfriends. We’re at one of my favorite bars in the city. I have on a tight pair of jeans, my sexy black boots, and a tight little red sweater.

I think you look interesting, so I start a conversation with you. We have a great conversation and I let my friends leave me behind in your company. You assure my friends that you’ll make sure that I get back to my apartment safely.

After another drink, I sit back and check you out. You’re hot. I lean in and ask you a question. Since the bar has become very loud and crowded and I am enjoying your company, I invite you back to my place. You’re smart and sexy, maybe a little shy or maybe you just like aggressive woman like me.

It’s still early and not too cold, so I suggest that we walk instead of grabbing an Uber. You laugh at my jokes. I like that. I’m finding you sweet and charming. I decide that I’m going have my way with you tonight and make you mine!

Once we get inside my apartment, I light a couple of candles to create a sexy mood. We snuggle on the sofa and share some beautiful kisses. It starts to heat up quickly. I excuse myself and I go into my bedroom. I tear off my jeans, boots, and red sweater. I come back with thicker eye make-up, black lingerie, and sexy black heels.

I climb on top of you and grind against your cock slowly until I know that you’re hard as a rock.

I take you into my room. I use your tie to bind your wrists together and I softly bite your bottom lip. You’re in for a night of passion and sensual domination. I’m going to fuck you beyond anything you’ve ever experienced. I’m going to edge and tease your cock. I’ll explore all your erogenous zones and go beyond your limits. I am going to rock your fucking world.

Written By: Isabelle

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  It’s a long, lonely walk up those stairs, isn’t it? You stand there and sigh. You can feel your cock growing stiff. He’s up there, just as fucking cute as can be. You go back to your den. You try to look at some porn. Porn isn’t very satisfying, when you can’t look at the dark stuff. You are shaking as you go on the special section of The Dark Web. You quickly turn it off and snort up a line.

Now you are pacing the floor. You try, and calm down with a drink. She won’t be home for another 2 hours. Maybe just a peak in his room. More liquid courage and another line. You finally summon up the courage to call me. 

Follow me up the stairs. Come on, because you know you are craving it. 

                   Call me to make all your dark, disturbing, and twisted fantasies come true. Why deprive yourself, when you can call me?

Written By: Poison Ivy

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I absolutely love role play, especially with someone that gets into it as much as I do! I have a caller, K, that loves to role play with me. It’s always super naughty too. He plays my step-daddy that always tricks me.

He waits until my boyfriend ties me and up and blindfolds me… then he chases him off and comes into my room. He doesn’t say anything at first, but I feel something is off. He plays with my tits and tongue fucks my little teen pussy until I cum.

When he gets on top of me and I feel his bare cock inside of me, I know that it’s not my boyfriend anymore. His cock is so big and it stretches my tiny cunt. He takes my blindfold off and I start straining against my restraints… then it starts to feel good and I beg daddy to fuck me harder! When I see that he’s not going to pull out though, I panic again. 

Daddy is going to cum inside me and he doesn’t care if I get pregnant either. That makes it even hotter for me! He and I both cum so hard together. I need more role play fun!

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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