It’s been said My succulent ivy petal lips are poison, that one little harmless kiss from Me could cause a sleep coma. Darling, you’re not going to let a little venom come between us are you. My kiss is extremely concentrated. They say one dose and you might feel a new kind of labored breathing. I’m Poison. Poison Ivy. The fruit of My kiss is a spirally-arranged sweetness that is most irresistible. You are powerless to My potent pheremone perfume. You’ve been patrolling My fragrant sex pheromones for a kiss.
You’re not really guarding a diamond in a bank. You’re inside the Lair of Poison Ivy. That diamond is a centerpiece on My patio table. The keys you are holding are getting very very heavy. Place them in My purse…
All I have to do is say one magic word, and you’ll orgasm without even using your hands. Walk with Me and make sure no one tries to stop us.
Poison Ivy roleplay, pheremone trance, mind control amnesia, hallucinogenic fantasy, deadly and delicious deception, love and addiction, hexoidal kiss, venom induced sleepwalking robbery fantasy, and hands-free orgasm commands.