Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

   You can’t believe your luck! Some men would think this was a trap, but not you. You’re rich, handsome, and all the women seem to want you. You weren’t at the bar for more than 5 minutes before I approach you and buy you a drink. No need to drink what you’re used too. Get the super expensive liquor, of course you’re worth it. 

Just a few hours later, I’m at your home. You have me eating out of your hand, don’t you? Or maybe not! I suggest you get comfy in your bedroom and soon, I’ll join you. I mix another drink and slip something into it. 

With you passed out, I start my plan. I do a deep dive into all your devices. Look at that, a fucking burner phone. After checking your devices, and drawers, I see you’re actually pretty normal. Just the typical vanilla lifestyle. 

I’m always prepared for this and make several calls. You finally wake up to see your home in shambles. Who are these young girls naked in your house? What the fuck even happened last night? 

What happened last night is now I control your life. Everything you own is now mine. You begin to wonder if you actually fucked those girls, or if you and I did? 

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Written By: Harley

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                       Last night I took a little trip to a place I call my “Happy Store.” It’s a bit of a drive, but I love the sexy shoes, dresses, lingerie, and sex toys. The store is super casual and it’s not unusual to see a naked stripper trying on shoes in front of a huge mirror. Did I mention the margarita machine? 

       My salesperson was hot, I mean wet panties hot! I was totally loving his 80’s retro look.  As he helped me try on heels, I began to flirt hard. He seemed to be having none of it. Does a woman need to just play with her wet pussy to get his attention?

Then I noticed it, the way he was fondling the heels of those gorgeous shoes. I swear it looked like he wanted to make love to the fucking shoes. Then it hit me! I took the shoe and put the heel to my lips. I began sucking it like a cock. 8 shiny inches of the silver heel. His breathing became a bit shallow. I could see the wet spot through his pants. 

I placed the heel as close to my pussy as I could and motioned for him to begin sucking. After I squirted all over his face, I demanded he drop his pants and bend over a chair. He spread his cheeks for me and I pushed in the heel as I heard a loud moan. I tried it with several pairs. After that, he couldn’t possibly sell them, now could he? 

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Written By: Caidyn Cross

         Truth time.

Tell me just what it is that gets your cock throbbing?  I mean really tell me, don’t make something up that you think I might want to hear. Don’t give me this Goddess Worship shit, because I detest a liar. Want to know what I detest even more? A man who hides a sexy, violent tendency from me. 

Your fetish started slowly, you didn’t even understand your violent feelings. Your hand around her neck while she is riding you only got tighter when she begged you to stop. You ignored her until you came. Fuck! You couldn’t believe how hard you came.  She left you, but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

That young girl who works at the ice cream shop, you imagine the things you want to do to her. One night you wait outside for her to leave. You follow her and push her down to the hard sidewalk where you rape her. You were on such a sexy high, yet a bit scared of getting caught. 

You pop into a little, dark bar. You see me smoking a clove and drinking whiskey shots. We chat, I have ideas, and you can’t believe your luck. A hot, rather crazy, goth accomplice. 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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Really? You know you brought this on yourself. Normally I am nice, almost gentle, and the sweetest Mistress, but look what you made me do!

All you were expected to do was serve the drinks at my book club. It wasn’t that hard, you useless pig. Why would you even bother to flirt with nothing between your legs? Now I’m angry and super turned on by the things I’m going to do to you. Look what you made me do!

  You’re blindfolded and pushed into the trunk of my car. Normally Mistress has you nude, but you can feel a skirt and female clothes on you. You sort of like it, maybe Mistress will do that more for you. 

I open the trunk and let you climb out. The blindfold is still on. You hear traffic going by and the many sounds of the city. You’re dragged inside a house.

The blindfold comes off. You see me in the corner, sitting on a chair and watching. Next you see a dozen or so of large men. You’re surrounded and your girly clothes are ripped off.  You hear one of the men say that you won’t be needing any clothes when we’re done.

Look what you made me do!

Written By: Lady Rayne

I’m a lot to handle and some men just aren’t up to the task. I’m like Absinthe. It takes a bit to get used to the taste but once you do, you’ll crave it, need it, and it will be all you think about. I’m of course, referring to me.

Let’s go somewhere you’ve never been, but secretly desired. How about the chick with a dick that lives above you? I definitely don’t have a dick, but my strap-on is huge and thick and trust me, when I’m fucking you, you’ll feel the power in my thrusts. Don’t worry, I’ll not forgot to leave you bound to my bed when I am done with you.

Maybe that isn’t what you crave. Maybe you’re feeling that nothing will scratch your itch but a little unsolicited violence. That’s definitely what gets me going. How old will our little victim be?

Confess your darkest desires and if it gets me wet, we will play.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

You walk into the bedroom and find me in my favorite position to be fucke, on my back with my legs in the air. It always amazes you that I can hold my sexy legs that way for long, but here I am rubbing at my dripping pussy. It’s obvious that I’ve been waiting for you, but it’s up to you to decide if and how to give it to me.

You look into my beautiful brown eyes and see the desire and hunger. Without a word, you take the cuffs from the drawer and secure my wrists to the headboard. You’re feeling like doing things a little different tonight. You tie my ankles to the headboard so that my legs stay in place, forming a lovely V. I bite my lower lip and you can tell how turned on I am. You can see the stream dripping out of my pussy, down my ass, and onto the bed.

I’ve been playing with my pussy for so long now waiting for you. You very slowly drag your fingers down my body. When you get to my pussy, you quickly push a finger into my soaked pussy. Not too hard, but enough to make me jump with a quick inhale. You smile at me while finger fucking me hard and deep adding more fingers to open my tight pussy.

My breathing is heavy, almost gasping and I tell you I am close to cumming already. I moan loudly as you lean down and suck my engorged clit, sending me over the edge.

You move to where I can see you slowly undress. I can tell that your desire and hunger is almost too much to bear for me. I lick my lips as your erect cock springs free.

You climb onto the bed between my legs and look down at me. You rub my clit with your cock making me jump and moan again. I can barely speak, but manage to scream…”FUCK ME!!!!”

You start to work just the head of your fat mushroom head into me. You lean forward shoving your cock completely inside me, causing me to scream. My body thrashes around pulling the bonds off my legs as you fuck me hard and deep. I wrap my legs around you, pulling you deeper. I let out a scream while having a powerful orgasm. I continuously cum as you fuck me.

It turns you on so much that it doesn’t take long for you to climax. You shoot your hot, sticky load into my swollen, pink pussy. Filling me up with all of your cum. You climb up my body and slide your cock into my mouth, letting me suck you clean. As you climb off of me, while unlocking the cuffs, my body collapses to the bed.

Now that’s how you give it to me good!

Written By: Julie

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                Your pretty blonde wife is nothing but a cunt tease and I won’t have it!  When I saw you both at an after hours bar, it was clear to me that you both wanted to have a bit of fun. Those kisses she planted on me had me wet in an instant.

Then what?

We get to your house and she announces she has a headache and I need to leave. The look on your face tells me it all. I guess I’m going to have to rape your fucking wife. 

I push her down to the floor, pull my panties to the side, and I sit on her face. She’s trying to turn her head, but I want that wet tongue in my ass.  Then I grab the vibe her husband handed me and I put it on her clit, making her cum over, and over again. 

Her husband is sitting on the chair stroking his impressive cock. I might need a taste of that later. Maybe make her watch while I do all the things she would never do. 

I’m getting a tad bored now. I text some of my friends male and female, and rape her over, and over until all she can do is grunt.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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You can’t believe how sleepy you’re getting. It must have been from the big lunch you just had at the seedy little diner. You think that maybe you better find a motel and get some sleep. 

You turn around, and go back to the motel you saw by the diner.  Not your style, but sometimes slumming can be fun.

A pretty young blonde checks you in and hands you a room key. She smiles when you ask if there’s a bar nearby. She points to a little building, more like a shack and tells you that’s the best place to go for a drink and some fun.

A shower revived you, and you dress and check out the bar. It’s very quiet. A few men at the bar, a few more at tables. After a few drinks, you feel tired again. A tad wobbly as well. You see the pretty blonde from the motel, and then you pass out.

You come too and you’re naked and strapped to a bed. You smell something sweet, so sticky sweet.  You see me, and my girls. Tiny, skinny little things with flat chests wearing shiny corsets. They’re surrounding you. You feel their tiny fingers, and tiny bodies are all over you. 

                  You wake up the next morning refreshed and a bit confused by the mess in your room. Your body is sore and when you shower you notice little bite marks all around your cock and balls. 

Don’t leave, not just yet!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Stop hanging at the park watching the little birds come home with me. I can show you so much and we can have such a fucking amazing time if only you submit to me and my sexy little friends. Take a long hit from my pipe and follow me up my stairs. 

                           Let Rose and Violet show you around my home. Please, make yourself comfy. You ask me their ages and I just smile. If you know, you know! You love the shiny matching corsets and boots. You wonder if you’ll get to fuck all of us.

  Not fucking hardly, bitch boi. The little ladies are mine to enjoy. Rose seductively asks you to strip for her. She points at your cock and looks confused. She has never seen something so tiny. What a waste of a man you are. 

The girls take you to another room where they wax and dress you. Violet mocks you telling you since you aren’t a man, you need to look like a bitch. They bring you to me and push you to the floor. They demand you suck my cock and then theirs. 

Let me tell you bitch boi, you have a very long night ahead of you.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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   Admit it, you always wanted to party with a sexy goth girl. You imagine black corsets, black boots, and filthy, dirty, nasty sex in odd places. You’ve always imagined it, but were too scared to even approach one. You couldn’t believe your luck when I invited you to a private party. 

What is cliché to me, is what you imagine in your dreams. We’re at a graveyard, the moon is bright, and I’m dancing in the moonlight nude. Hold on there loser, you seem to have the wrong idea about who you’ll be fucking or shall I say who will be fucking you.

    As we walk further in, you can no longer see the road or traffic. You see a group of very large black men, lights, and  cameras. You seem a bit confused. Where are the other goth girls? Where are the young ones? 

Don’t worry, it’s all under my control. It’s time for you to be the little cock sucking bitch I always knew you were. 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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            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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      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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