Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

    I was looking so forward to my high school reunion. It has been 20 something years since I saw all my friends. There was a special guy I never got to fuck, but I wanted to change that.

I wore a sexy little red dress and stilettos. The party was in full swing when I arrived. After all the hugs and greetings, I looked for Jason. He was looking so fucking good. We chatted for a few, drank some wine, and we both knew we needed to find a quiet spot to make up for lost time.

I was so excited till I reached in his pants. He was so tiny, and the worst part was that he had no idea he was inferior.  I love men who know they’re small, and keen a sense of humor about it. That was not Jason. 

I couldn’t help but laugh at his size. He called me a slut when I left to find some better action. I was looking for some fun for later when I saw Bekka, one of my close friends growing up. She was absolutely stunning. We had a few more glasses of wine, danced a bit, and then decided to take our private party to my hotel suite. 

We slowly undressed each other, and began to kiss. We were interrupted by a knock at my door. It was Jason.  Bekka knew what had happened and invited him in. We told him we’re sorry and had a sexy surprise for him. We striped him, blindfolded him, and gave him exactly what he had no idea he needed. I invited some of the guys from the reunion and let them have at Jason. When he realized it wasn’t a strap-on but several beautiful big cocks, he quickly got into it.

Once everyone was gone, we were so horny and fucked all night!

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Written By: Suzanne

You have been giving me subtle clues about my feet. You ask me periodically what color my toes are. You like when I describe in full detail about the shoes I wear. If they’re open toe, you’d like to know how my toes look in them. I never really have given my feet much thought until you came into my life. It’s was obvious you have a foot fetish obsession and I wanted to explore that.

On our next call, we talked a little bit more about my feet than we normally do. As the conversation continued, I could hear you were getting turned on. And, of course, that turns me on knowing your cock is getting harder thinking about my feet.

I started getting into it and told you how I want my pretty, pedicured toes in your face. I was having fun teasing you with my toes around your lips. I told you I want you to lick and suck them clean. The way you were describing what you were doing to my toes was so sensual, I could feel my pussy getting really wet. I never thought I could have an orgasm talking about my feet, but the things you were saying to me, and what my feet were doing to you, it was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I want that again and again. Now you have me hooked and we’re SOLE MATES for life!

 

Written By: Joanne

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It’s Almost Valentine’s Day and there is something I must have from you. I want your heart. Feel my soft but strong hands on your chest as I feel your heart beat. As I slide onto your cock with my warm, wet cunt I feel your heart beat even faster. Do not have a heart attack, I want you alive till I am done fucking you. I ride you faster, as my tight cunt grabs your dick. The thought of death makes sex so much better. Imagine this is your last time. I know you assume this is fantasy, and that we are role playing. You can’t imagine such an angel faced girl would tear out your heart. At least, not in the physical sense. 

With one last thrust, you grunt and cum inside me. You reach for me to kiss my soft lips. I bite yours and I bite hard. A bit of blood trickles down, and I lick it off. I am ready for more. You are hard again, and I allow you my pale lovely ass. It is Valentine’s Day and I want it all from you before we’re done. You cum yet again, with another loud guttural moan. 

I smile and press my hand harder on your chest. I whisper in your ear that this will hurt, but not for long. My long red fingernails are gripping your chest now. I lower myself back down onto your still rock hard cock. Just as I cum, I rip out your heart. 

May all your Valentine’s Day nightmares come true.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Remember when we were kids and we passed out cute little Valentine’s cards to all the boys and girls? I was the girl that always made her own and added little dirty words to it. I knew I loved getting naughty before I knew for sure what it all meant. Funny how some things just never change. Of course, now I personalize them with a little bit of me. Maybe the scent of my wet, creamy pussy, or the musky smell of my lovely ass. Imagine opening your card and smelling me? 

 Your card will have an address and a key. You open the door to our suite and see there is no one there. You have a drink or two, and then lay down for a bit. It has been a long day at work with you trying not to think of me. I see you asleep on the bed and I blindfold you. We have played with a fake cock many times and we both loved it. Your cock is rock hard thinking about it all. The problem is, I now want much more and so do you. I kiss you in all those places, you suck my hard nipples, and then you give me that look. 

Your think you hear other footsteps, but I assure you it’s just your imagination. You feel something hard, big, and thick by your lips. I guide it into your hungry mouth. You try to speak, to tell me that doesn’t feel like a fake cock. Your protest doesn’t last long before you have your lips wrapped around his big mushroom head.  I always listen to you, I know what you need before you do. Spend this Valentine’s Day with someone who really knows your dirty little secrets. 

 

Written By: Tiffany

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    Have you ever seen such a perfect round ass? Of course you haven’t. Look how round, smooth, sexy and a bit dirty it is. Don’t be shy, I know that is just how you like it. Get down on your knees and spread my beautiful plump cheeks. Such a sexy, sweaty musky smell. Take your time and breath in the smells from my luscious ass.

I know you want to stroke your beautiful hard cock, but I need you to take your time. Pleasing me always comes first, then it is your turn.

Push your nose to my rosebud pucker and again more time before you plunge in your tongue. Of course, I smell amazing. It is the scent of a Goddess.  Now sweet boy, worship my ass. 

 

Written By: Tiffany

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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

             I know just what you need before you even figure it out. It isn’t always about the age, but about the power I give you. Without my help, you’re powerless. That is why I am the first one to call when you feel the urge to hunt.

Last night when you called it was about a mother and daughter that is friends with your wife. They’re teasing bitches and we can’t let that fly.  They’re rape meat for you. Last night you took it a bit further. We snuffed them out so there would be no fucking witnesses. It was so fucking hot that I went and found myself a little treat when we were done. 

You were upset that I went out on my own to hunt.  Sometimes it needs to just be about me and my deviant nature. Plus, there was just one thing. We all have someone in our lives that we consider untouchable. I own you and all that you love. The pretty little thing in the pink room in your house was something I wanted. I took what I wanted. Don’t worry, I left you the remains.

Poison Ivy for all the fantasies that are dark and utterly disturbing.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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           Are you lost little boy? I can’t imagine what you’re doing out so late at night. It is beginning to rain and you look cold. Come home with me, I will take such good care of you. You wonder why I’m not afraid to be out so late, in the dark on such a terrible end of town. I laugh and tell you I am fearless.

We get to my loft and I open the door. You wonder why it isn’t locked. I tell you I am indestructible. You look around and my decor confuses you. You ask if all the coffins are my Halloween decorations. I smile and you think you see fangs. 

I fix you a snack. I am not hungry, not for what you’re eating anyway. I can smell you and I am lusting for what runs in your veins. You wander around my loft, as you are getting comfortable. You begin to feel dizzy so I help you to my bed. You make a cute joke about my antique four poster bed. I am not sure why you find it funny. You ask why I am so pale and hardly ever smile. You fall asleep.

You wake up to find me naked and in bed with you. You can’t believe your luck. I straddle you and begin to ride you. My soft but oddly strong hands are around your neck. You look into my glowing eyes and beg me to bite you. The smell of your blood is intoxicating. Young blood is the most potent. You beg me to turn you. It’s tempting but, way too much responsibility for me. Good night sweet boy. I laugh at my own kindness and toss you to the rats.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx

  It is our first date. I hadn’t seen you since high school. You look hot as fuck, but there is just something that seems different. I can’t quite figure it out.

After a fun date, I was starting to think the chemistry was off. You are in town for a few days so you stay at The Ritz. You invite me to spend the night. You tell me not to worry because the suite is huge, and I can have my own room. Definitely looking like no chemistry. Of course, once I got a look at your cock while you are changing, I knew there definitely won’t be any fucking.

I fall asleep, and wake up to the sounds of you giggling and trying on my lingerie.  You are posing, smiling in the mirror, and being very girly. Things are starting to make sense. It’s still a bit early, so I excuse myself, and explain I have forgotten a few things. You ask to go with, but I tell you to try on more of my things, and I will be back shortly.

I return wearing something most unexpected. A man’s suit. You lick your lips when you see the bulge in my pants. You crawl to me and unzip my pants. You smile when you see I am in sexy black lingerie. You are in frilly, lacy pink. You beg me to let you suck my strap-on. While you are on your knees sucking my cock, you hear a knock at the suite door. There is 5 very tall, muscled and hot men. I sit back and watch. Commanding you to be a good little girl, and please my friends. This is going to be one hot, dirty, sexy, filthy night.

 

Written By: Tiffany

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 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

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

He has been unemployed for a while now. He had been a Professor of Woman’s Studies at a small university. Because of budget cuts, they had eliminated his job. He was popular with the ladies. The young, hot women in town found him sensitive and sensual, a man who really understood women and knew how to please them.

It’s hard to feel like a man when a beautiful lady at the bar asks what he does for a living. The ladies lost interest in him and he had not had a date in months. Also, his bank account was dwindling down to nothing. He was losing everything he worked for all these years. 

He learned of a teaching position at an elite all-girls college on the east coast. There was one problem, they had very few men on the faculty, and he knew his chances to get hired were not in his favor.  

Instead of wallowing and feeling defeated, he contacted me. I oversaw his full transformation to becoming a woman. I gave him a head-t0-toe makeover. He had always enjoyed wearing panties and thigh highs, but only for me in private. I coached him about hair, makeup, and lingerie. Although he found it all humiliating at first, he got the job.  With my help and counsel, he nailed the interview.

Feminization is possible, so let’s have some fun. 

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Written By: Brynna

I spent the summer in the Nevada Desert about an hour out of Vegas. There is a little playhouse where a man who has a craving for a tasty little untouched morsel. Virgin girls are getting harder to find, so it takes a creative accomplice, like me, to bring the girls to the Dessert Playhouse.

I find the girls in the big cities and just over the border. I oversee her training so the girl is a docile and playful fuck toy when it is time for her first fuck.

Usually, I am there for her first encounter. I hold her hair back and push her tiny face down as she sucks her first Big Daddy cock. I hold her legs open and remind the man that he does not have to be gentle. He can be as rough as he likes with this girl. It is ok if she cries and screams. Maybe that is even part of the fun, yes? 

Now obviously, this is only a dirty, twisted fantasy, but if found it exciting and your cock hard, call me. Let me be your extreme accomplice for our own wild, twisted adventure.

Written By: Sarah Jesse

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You can’t get it out of your head, can you?  You remember that time a long time ago when I began choking you while riding you? We were in high school, and it was just another stop for me in the constant moves from being an Army brat.

You can’t take it anymore so you find me. Maybe you thought I got a little softer. I didn’t, I got even wilder and meaner. You on the other hand are still a fucking pussy. 

After some drinks, we go back to my loft. I take you hard, and this time it is more than my hands around your neck. You see the glint of the metal shining in my hand. You begin to beg me not to hurt you. I ride you faster now. You begin begging even more, but this time you beg me to do it! I press the knife against your neck, blood begins to spurt as I come hard on your cock. Some things never change!

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Summer is here losers! What do you fuckers have planned? It has been way to long since we went hunting, and I am so ready for some deviant fun. The tiny birds are in their summer clothes and that makes you lose your mind. You’ve been a good boy and stayed away from me, but then that makes me bored. Maybe I should go hunting on my own, take tons of pictures and then tease the fuck out of you.
There is always the possibility you have lost your urge for the little ones. Doubtful! Let’s just say you have, but you’re still a submissive bitch who worships my beautiful ass. No worries then bitch. I do love bondage, cuckolding, extreme role play, and forced rape fantasies. Let’s just say I am a one stop goth chick. Even I do have my fucking limits! No fucking vanilla calls.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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         I watched from my window as the little cutie across the courtyard was being pumped with his cute ass up in the air. I have to admit, it made me so fucking hot! I love to stargaze so my telescope was already set up. I wanted a much closer view.  Soon he was joined by a lovely, older redhead. Could that be his mommy, I wondered? While the man fucked his little boy pussy, the hot redhead fucked his mouth with her strap-on. Maybe I could get a little closer, if I went outside. With my clothes rearranged I found their window and got a much better look. Did he wink at me? I wouldn’t need much encouragement to join them. 

I could hear the boy telling them to pull out and shoot all over him. Mommy got next to him, cheek to cheek, and waited for the man to shoot his load. He came hard in big, hot bursts of cum. It looked so delicious!

Then what happened next was so fucking filthy. The man snuck behind me and pulled me into their apartment. I just couldn’t help myself, and I began to lick the jizz of their faces. 

How fucking hot, dirty and exciting is my fantasy? Join me in a hot one of your desires.

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Written By: Caidyn Cross

  Sometimes they just never know what hit them. He has been peeking in my window for days now. No one looks at my smoking body for fucking free. They all eventually pay, even if it is with a pound or two of their flesh.

I invited him in for a chat and a cold drink. Lugging a mans body around unless he is fragile, isn’t the easiest thing to do. I suggested we talk in my spare room, my play room shall we say. Once the drink hit him, he was mine, and yes I spiked it. Again, my size warrants some tricky methods. He passed out and I stripped him. I restrained his arms and legs so he couldn’t move. This is going to be fucking fun! I set up the cameras and let my people know it will be a live feed.

As soon as he woke, he saw the shiny metal blade in my hand. First the bravado, then the disbelief, then the begging. He even began to cry. I was crying too, with laughter that is. I teased him with my knife as I slowly moved it down his body. I was getting so excited, I had to stop for a few and pleasure myself. That gave him a huge hard on. I did consider riding him first, but he really wasn’t my type. My knife went back to slowly making love down his body, so fucking erotic!

Details of how I cut off his balls and dick? Go find it online like the others, or give me a call. You have nothing to lose except maybe your fucking sanity.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx

      I love it when sex conventions come to my city. There is such an exciting feel to that time. I love looking at all the new porn, sex toys, and people watching.

An old friend of mine I hadn’t seen in years was there with her slave. She had him in just a thong, and he was collared. Between you and I, I believe he was pretending. I can tell a real sub by the way they look, speak and act. 

I made a deal with her to do a bit of a switch. She could have my very well behaved but tiresome slave, and I will take and train hers. After the convention, we all went for a few drinks with our slaves in tow. We went to a very slave/mistress friendly bar. We had a wonderful time and were a bit tipsy.

          Once I returned home, I began to train him. I was extremely harsh because he needed to learn his place. After flogging, a chastity belt, and a rather large butt plug, he learned his lesson well.

Are you a sub who has lost his Mistress because he misbehaved? Call Lady Rayne and be taught how to please your Mistress.

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Written By: Lady Rayne

                You have been staring at my lovely legs and feet all night. I was out running errands, and stopped at Aroma Therapy for a bite and some coffee. No one makes it like their barista. Hot, black and with the enticing smell of Chicory. You pay for my coffee and lunch which is quite amusing. Do you think that will buy me? What a loser you are! You keep staring, and while I am tempted to smack you in the face, I decide you would make an excellent foot slave. 

I leave you an address and a time. I strongly suggest that you aren’t late. You arrive, and the door is unlocked. I call your name, tell you to follow my voice. There you are, and the look on your face is priceless. Not quite what you saw at coffee shop. Is it loser? Now get down on your fucking knees and worship me in the fashion I am used to. You eyes immediately go to my patent stilettos, and you slowly being to lick them. I force the heel down your throat making you gag like a little pussy. Ho Hum, now you can and will do better than that.

Addicted to perfect stocking feet, shiny heels, and perfect legs in stockings and a garter? Then look no more, you have found the perfect Mistress. 

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Written By: Lady Rayne

I am fascinated about phone sex and all the different types of fetishes. I’ve also been told I am excellent listener which makes for a great therapist. With me, you can totally relax and let your mind drift off to your deep, hidden desires. You can tell me anything and everything is strictly confidential. When I delve deep into your naughty mind during a phone sex therapy session, you never know what may come out. Perhaps, you had a secret lust over your Aunt or your own Mother when you were younger. I can help you explore that fantasy, and as a great sex therapist, I can become her and give you a role-play that would drain your aching balls like never before.

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Written By: Drew

I know your fetish but I will never tell because our time together is ours, uniquely designed just for the two of us. You tell me erotic stories and compose detailed role plays tailored specifically to your deepest desires and things you crave the most. Some are on the taboo and perhaps extreme side even, but you know that I never judge but rather trod along beside you happily, eager to indulge in your latest endeavor. You never seize to amaze and intrigue me with your mysterious twists and turns. I love your creative kink and erotic wisdom, they truly make ours a very intense phone sex session no matter what your choice of topic, fantasy or fetish play.

I’m your eager and most elated travel companion anytime you feel like venturing down the road of taboo and pure pleasure even if it does come with a bit of pain.

Your Naughty Ashlee

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