My dark twisted fantasies are too dirty to put on paper. Even the clean ones are dirty in they're own way. My dirtiest fantasies will forever remain in my head, never to be let out nor said. I don't feel comfortable telling people my dark twisted fantasies. Lying awake at night screaming with fear and shouting with joy at the thought of being so scare of them. They shouldn't be something I'm afraid of but....yet I am. Shouts of joy seem to come out of my mouth uncontrollably, knowing that deep inside they are my fantasies because they are what I crave. The desire for the lust of my happiness is why I'm so afraid. Once I have become engulfed in the warmth of that lust.... What will become of me? My heart pounds at the thought of the complete ecstacy that would have me submissive with every touch." Why?....Must it be this way?" I find myself wanting to yell "take me!" Unfortunately, my inner demons are telling me different. Every thought appears to be a constant battle between yes and no. When will it be my turn to just feel joy or will I always be afraid of my own creations. I guess, If that's what it takes to make my life go on then so be it.
By: Twana Lowe
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Dark Twisted Fantasies
RomanceNot really sure how to describe these, started writing them when I was pretty young. I've just been adding chapter or sequels if that's what you'd call it. Feel free to leave comments if you'd like. I love feed back, so let me know what I could do b...
