My dark fantasies are dark, but they become even darker near Halloween. Do you know the origins of Halloween? I do and I know them well. Halloween is a pagan ritual that traces back to Scotland. A Gaelic festival started October 31 to celebrate the closing of the harvest season and the beginning of the darker months. Now in its origins, the festival was called Samhain. As in life, everything evolves. The early festivals had fire and sacrifices. The festival was quite dark and brooding. Halloween is commercial if you ask me. But I am a sadistic bitch. I like to still pay homage to Samhain, who is said to have the ability to unlock the otherworld. The Samhain festival offered a portal to the dark world. That is the world I operate in. My dark fantasies have a basis in the ancient rituals of the pagan gods like Samhain who would look after those folks in the winter months who provided a sacrifice.
I am always offering up sacrifices to the otherworld. I am a sick bitch. Some people can do much more good dead than alive, which is why I always hunt in October for many sacrifices. I want to live and prosper during the colder, darker months. And I always thrive because I have offered up such meaty sacrifices in the form of human flesh. I do not offer up animal sacrifices to the pagan gods. I respect animals too much to kill them. I hate people, however. They are the ones who distort everything. They are the reason that darkness surrounds us. People are selfish. I only sacrifice the people who offer nothing to this world or who believe they are better than the ancient gods who make sure we thrive in the darkness and the cold.
This October 31st, I sacrificed a man and a woman. Unrelated to each other, but siblings in selfishness. Both were atrocious people with no respect for the land. One was carving up trees and the other was burning a corn field for shits and giggles. Selfish humans who do not understand all that Samhain provides for us. They both got to see that my dark fantasies are not all fantasies. I burned them alive like witches. I may be part witch myself because I believe in celebrating ancient gods. I tied both my sacrifices to wooden planks and cooked them over an open flame. Their screams aroused me. So did the smell of their burning flesh. I still believe in human sacrifices to help us thrive during the dark and cold months of winter. If you help me kill more selfish humans, you too can thrive under the protection of Samhain.
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I have dark fantasies. Do you? I think it is common for most women to have rape fantasies. Mine are darker than most of the ones most women harbor. I do think of some handsome stranger forcing himself on me until I come around and realize I really need his big cock. No. My fantasies are more like me wanting a gross stranger to break into my home and fuck me against my will in front of my sons. I have two young boys and it excites me to think that some nasty stranger would force himself on me while he made them watch and eventually, help. I am a soccer mom. I drive a big SUV. I attend PTA meetings, and here I am thinking of some stranger making my sons explore their rape phone sex fantasies with their own mother. I told you I was full of dark, taboo fantasies. My sons are horny boys. They are jacking off nonstop now. They steal my panties to masturbate with too. So, I think knowing they have entered their sexual curiosity phase of their life, has me horny too. And when I get horny, my freak flag flies. Maybe one day soon, some on will break into my home and make my dark fantasy a reality. Maybe it will be you.
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