Filth, perversions, deviancy, kink: I adore it.
I love to be mired down thick in it.
When I write, I am spilling forth the daydreams in my head that are like a movie reel playing non-stop.
I put forth stories that I would like to crawl into and live, with hopes that others may want to do the same.
Dark desires, fecked up fantasies, all of it makes its way out eventually.
I guess the twisted part is that I go over my scenes multiple times wanting to get as much detail in as possible. I want you to see it...feel it...want it.
And what's wrong with that?