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This site is host to a plethora of chat logs from people just like you messing with strangers.

Team NinjaI started bloodninja.org years ago as a way to compile the infamous chat logs of BloodNinja that were strewed all over the webs.
The site got very popular very quick though, and soon it contained more chats from his/her fans than it did of the original BloodNinja. Feel free to submit your own.
If you like this site, there are three things you can do to help. Submit a chat, comment on chats (an active site is a successful one), and tell your friends about it. You can use the share buttons to the right to share chats, or use your own crafty, devilish means.
Because I get asked this a lot: no I am not BloodNinja. The best I can tell is that he/she liked to mess with people over AIM back in the mid 1990s. No one has knowingly heard from him/her since.
Who is the bitch now?
Stranger: asl
You: hi
You: 19 f usa
Stranger: im 16m... damn
You: np, i like younger
You: you wanna start?
Stranger: gooood ;3 what do you have in mind for RP?
Stranger: and im Noel
You: I'm Jessica, but you can call me Jess
You: i'm a country girl living alone on a farm. you come by and like what you see
You: you can take it from there
Stranger: "Hey there country girl!"
You: I'm standing there, sweaty, in tight jeans and a top. "Hey there" I reply as I study you up and down, smirking.
Stranger: "Huh. Im Noel. You look... experienced... How old are you?"
You: I start walking toward you with grace, still not releasing eye contact. "I am 19 years old, Nooeel.". I poke a finger down into your chest. "How old are you?"
Stranger: "16 years old." I see your large breasts. "You country girls like things rough huh?"
You: I smile slyly at you as I grab ahold of your crouch. "Yes." I say coldly, staring into your eyes.
Stranger: I look at you and push you against the wall and kiss your lips, shoving my tongue in your mouth
You: I spin us around, pushing you up against the wall, laughing as I drag of my top. My nipples are already hard.
Stranger: "Damn you country girls are little sluts huh?" I grab your breasts and bite your neck
You: I scream out in pleasure, burying my nails into your back. "Oh yes!"
Stranger: "Heh if youre that turned already im going to full you up with my cum, whether youre on the pill or night"
You: I point at a pair of hand cuffs in the other end of the room and smile devilishly at you, raising an eyebrow.
Stranger: I grab the cuffs and push you against the wall and hold onto your throat and i cuff you to the beam in the hayloft "Imgoing to toy with you and fuck you nice and good" I rip off your pants "haha! Youre this wet for a teen?" I move my fingers down there and feel the wet spot in your panties
You: I moan in pleasure. "FUCK ME ALREADY". I breath heavily, eyeing you desperetely. I suddenly stop and a wide smile spreads across my face. "Wait... take of the cuffs"
Stranger: I take them off and look at you angrily "What?"
You: "I'm sorry I..." I hesitate. Then I move swiftly, snatching the handcuffs from your hands as I, in the same motion, handcuff you to a pole. I smirk at you and back off a yard, starting to move seductively as I undress right in front of you
Stranger: "Fuck you bitch, its not like you can really do anything more than what i was going to do to you. but fine. lets see what youre going to do to me"
You: I raise my eyebrows and laugh as I run out of the house. A few minutes later I return with a huge, naked, black man."Here's my little... well, not little, friend" I eye his monster cock, "He'll take care of you." I laugh mechanically as the black man bends you over and whispers in a rough voice: "Who's the bitch now?" We both laugh as he starts penetrating your white butthole.
You: The black man looks down at his accomplishment, grunting in pleasure as you yell for help.
Stranger: WTF
You: The black man releases a spontaneous battle roar. "White boy makes Jamal go something, something!" he screams at the top of his lungs while his black snake pounds your tight and untouched ass.
You: Tears stream down your face as you look at me with desperation. "How can something so wrong feel so good?" you ask me.
Stranger: FUCK YOU
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