September 7, 2013
It has been two whole days since my wife has been on vacation alone with family. It was my first time alone without her, though. I wanted to call her up on the phone, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to seem too pushy. After all, it was only for two weeks anyway. I wasn’t so much as lonely, just curious. She is a famous writer and I expected that Manehattan would give her some trouble.
She is a writer that does all sorts of styles and genres like fiction, mystery, and even sometimes the deranged. I am going to read some part of her work from somewhere in “A Night of Deranged Lust”. It began with this scene like this, “She slowly began to take off her clothes. She bounded him with ropes and chains minutes before. He began to pant and breathe heavy out of fear for his life until he realized she began to take his pants off.
“She took his penis out and rubbed it as he finally got the hint. His penis got harder. She rubbed his erection until he was throbbing. She took it all in his mouth. Moving her head back and forth and in and out. She took her time and even took it out to lick the scrotum and the rest of his shaft…”
I really don’t need to explain too much about the sex scene though. I really don’t feel like it. Anyway, the sex scene continued and as the story progressed one night she chopped his dick off. She took his scrotum and squeezed it and twisted it and let him bleed out his dick for a few hours. Then she chopped the whole goddam thing off and tossed it in the garbage disposal and turned it on. She did the same with the scrotum and made him watch. She let him die.
This is what sort of got me a little worried about joining her in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. I wore a condom so I wouldn’t get her pregnant. Last thing I need is for her to be like one of her insane characters. She wrote a few stories about mares brutally injuring male genitals and murdering the stallion. What tends to bother me the most was that some of the stories were based on true stories.
Not all of them were brutal, though. She wrote children’s stories like, “The Bird and the Bee”. I knew the kids wouldn’t understand the pun of the title until they got older. I sort of chuckled at the idea.
She is a really nice mare though. I truly love her. She is as terrific as a writer as she is in the bedroom. She tended to use her sexual experiences with me into her stories. She would use them in sex books, but she didn’t write about sex all the time. She wrote romances and comedies and even fantasy. She truly is a terrific writer.
September 8, 2013
I have been reading some of her works again. I know what most of them are about in general. As her husband, I had to edit some of her work. It wasn’t too bad. I got to read the next big best-seller before anyone else. It wasn’t so much a bother as it was a bonus.
I kind of feel lonely. All I had was her. She was my only true friend. I was always a picked on kid in school. I was popular for being a laughing stock. Even my wife wouldn’t let anyone know that we were dating. She had to date other guys simultaneously to avoid all the drama. It killed me, it really did.
She never got angry for me challenging her love though. I tell ya. She really is somethin’. She never really gave me a hard time.
She made me a bit uneasy sometimes. Her writing got increasingly more morbid. She started getting edgy and snapping here and there. I told her to go away for a few weeks. She agreed to it. I told her not to write what the media wants her to write for now. I wanted her to un wind and relax so we could enjoy some time together.
September 12, 2013
The news was a little nerve-racking I tell ya. I just talked to her parents to see how she was doin’. I heard her temper got worse. I told them to leave her alone for a while and let her wind down. They agreed since it was coming near the end of her vacation.
I didn’t let it bother me too much. She would get back into the swing of things when she’d come home. I hope so at least. She could easily get right back into anything. I know that’s just her.
September 16, 2013
She came home today and so far so good. She let up a little and started to unwind before writing her next big outline. She still had her edge and was still pretty tense and all, but I didn’t mind. I let her write. Writing was her passion and special talent. Her cutie mark was a paper and pen. She loved to write.
She never told me what happened in Manehattan, but I could tell she was getting worse. She has a journal like I do and have had thoughts about reading hers for a while. Maybe I will.
September 17, 2013
I found her journal and found out why she was so edgy. For chrissake! How could I be so stupid? I was stupid? Let me read you an excerpt from the journal entry two days ago, “He was cheating on me! He had another mare. They were in the graveyard. They were hiding from me behind a tree in the corner. I could see everything.
“I saw her tongue slide up his erection. I could see the silhouette of saliva dancing on his shaft. She took it all in and made me furious. She blew him! My boyfriend I had made recently! She blew him! She put her plot up in the air. I couldn’t believe he inserted it in. they had great sex in the graveyard.
“I went to my parents place and grabbed the gun and knife. I shot her in the head as soon as I saw her. He was terrified and I shot him in the heart like he did to me. The semen on his wet dick infuriated me. I cut it off and shoved it down his carcass. I cut out her uterus and shoved it down her throat. That was that.”
What should I do now? I’m angry bur sort of confused. Do I confront her or leave this alone? She would know that I read her journal. Should I call the police? Someone help me!
September 17, 2013
I called the police regarding the murder. She, of course, was questioned as I was. I didn’t talk to her. I couldn’t sleep next to her. It became trouble for me. Her staring got worse. I couldn’t even breathe so it felt.
The police launched an investigation in Manehattan but found nothing, not even the tiniest clue. I was worried for nothing. I was relieved in a sense but more worries than anything. She did not trust me. She did not talk to me. She did not love me.
September 18, 3013
She is very angry at me. No matter how much I tried, she snapped at me. She was now getting violent. She lashed out in big fits of rage by punching me and kicking me. She would keep me in the corner and kick and punch me. Someone get her to leave me alone, please!
September 30, 3013
Her abuse hasn’t stopped since then. She moved out yesterday. She said she was going to live with a friend and get a divorce. It killed me, it really did. She was the only one I loved. I could now tell that she didn’t love me back.
If she wants to leave me, I’m fine with that. Just leave me alone you psychotic bitch!
October 1, 2013
Obviously the fuzz wouldn’t leave her alone, so she had to harass me over the phone. I told her that she left me. She started crying and threatening suicide. I wasn’t I fool! I wasn’t born yesterday! I called her bluff and she got angry. Here is where she threatened murder. I wasn’t scared and called the police after she hung up in a fit of rage. The police said they would be here to protect me tomorrow morning.
October 2, 3013
I am hiding in the closet! I’m terrified! Someone help me, please! Please, please, someone help me! I started to her liquid spats in the living rooms like someone was just taking a whole bucket of paint and dumping it on the wall. I walked out and turned on the light. It was blue paint saying, “You’ve betrayed me”. Then I turned around.
I turned around and there she was with a smile on her face! She tried to stab me, but I dodged and locked myself in here. She’s trying to knock the door down! Someone please hel-
