Us

Dear husband,
Yes you are still that, though by the grace of God to be sure.
Don’t think my love has faltered or that my loyalty has ever been in doubt. I spent far too long questioning your own when neither could have guessed one mistake could cost these years.
I knew that no good would come, though you could not believe. And it wasn’t yours I doubted but hers. I told her that myself long ago.
My only relief, if that it be, is that I now understand. She’s kidnapped, raped, tortured, and even electrocuted me in this thing I had nothing to do with at all.
But it brought me to know this wasn’t you, My Love.
It ends this week or weekend. Of that I am assured. Take heart, your wife still fights for you.

Yours always,
Michelle

Cycle Cplete

To You Whom My Husband Once Wrote:

It’s been over ten years now. That day destroyed my heart, but my love. Had I understood then the depths of your depravity, he and might lived.
Never could I; who have been Monster Candy since birth; have imagined his sickness was you and you alone.
It was bad enough to see the proof, but to have been forced to live these past two years enslaved to the very slut who dared such abomination; untenable.
That you will be forced to look up every word I wrote offers me no comfort here. Nor do you comfort him or anyone else you’ve destroyed.
My instinct tells me to destroy you and ensure no further evil may ever arise. But my soul cautions patience for yet a week or so.
I dare not entertain retribution. That has never been me. But, I find I dare to hope this evil soon will end. It was never borne of me.
It comforts me to know that soon you will find your consequence. My ability to prophesy has ever been accurate.
I don’t care how meet your end, only that you meet it. Mind control. Rape. Murder. Drugs. Unspeakable sexual perversion. Devil worship. Insanity. But, worse, a soul so afflicted that it can no longer escape your hell. And that is the only empathy from me any part of you has earned.
The future is ours. It must be. You bought it free and clear. I’ll loose no sleep nor twinge in guilt for what you bought yourself.
And, briefly, to your shadow bitch I say, I’d rather exist one moment in divine light than eternity in another’s hell.
You didn’t even rate your own. Poor little thing.
I have my actions set, but know, they are not set in stone. Something tells me something comes that you both can’t survive.

Good.

Perfectly cooked

Steaks, tempura Greenbeans, and some experimental sage and chive potatoes that came out wonderfully was the culinary conclusion to tattoo and mattress delivery day.
My husband returned from Old Larimer street tattoo to suprise the kid and myself during the walk home from school. He revealed a very beautifully rendered cabin in some deep dark woods against some very red skin that his buddy Oz did. He’s very vocal about his tender bits.

The next day we visit petsmart while the kid is in school. The idea is just to browse since babies are starting to arrive with the spring season, and maybe see if they carry an automatic treat dispenser for while we’re away.
It was very difficult when we got thereunder are greeted by some very friendly fur babies behind glass. One of them sticks out as a possible candidate and he is just the absolute joyful sort, the kid to chase his tail and play fetch, however there was some ongoing stuff with thevperson who vrought ut in for adoption.Husband struggles to say let’s wait a little longer.

We then visit the lumber store next door to get quoted on prices for our next home renovation and find some nice options. We tell them we’ll be back with the proper dimensions for the material split.

In the car however, my husband is having a meltdown and can’t drive, he’s all worked up about the kitten we met and I am cracking up. So I drive home, we re measure the living room and continue weighing the pros and cons of another kitty in our home, ultimately making another trio back to the pet store in an attempt to bring that cat home. After filling out all the paperwork though we were blocked off by a previously unheard of limitation of 3 pets in a home in our city, lady says something about being legally bound by their middle man provider contract to reject the sale. Now that it was out of our hands though, the husband could finally relax but talk of a new kitten didn’t halt all together, we still looked online at shelters and eyed a little buddy named Ned nearby that could meet all our needs. If we get rejected again it’s fine, it just means we wait until a better time.

I can see it in your eyes….

You want it. And guess what, I want it too. I want you. All of you. Let me say that again. I want all of you. And I know what you so desperately need, because I need it too.

You are so pretty, it’s hard resisting the urge to kiss you whenever I see you. I wonder if you keep your beautiful eyes open or close em. Mine will be open, lost in awe. I like playing little games, like footsie, but with our tongues, and we both win every time. A mouth as pretty as yours would be very good at other games too, but I’ll leave that to your imagination.

The neck is criminally underrated, no? This beautiful trail that leads my mouth from yours down to your perfect chest. But I’m taking the scenic route, your soft moans in my ear encouraging me to take my time. After all, there’s no rush, there’s literally nowhere else I’d rather be, except, well, we’re getting to that.

Time for the second course, your wonderful breasts. And they both deserve equal amounts of affection. Baby, I hope it’s ok, but I can be a little rough. As much as I like to kiss, and lick, and suck, I also enjoy lightly squeezing and biting. I might leave some marks where only you can see to remember me by.

You have such a tight little body that I know you work so hard for, and I want to cherish every bit of it with kisses along your tummy down to your exquisite thighs, where I once again might feel compelled to mark you as mine. And I could go on, but I can’t resist any longer.

Not to detract from anything I’ve already said, it was and is all very true, but we both know who the star of the show is. I wonder if you have a name for her? Can I give her one? Maybe I should get to know her first a little better. This is another fun game. I’m going to take my time, even though you’re already so wet I know you’re ready for me to take you now. You have to wait as long as I want. I am in control. Just lay back, grab me by the hair, and close your eyes.

Call me Cousteau because I’m about to explore. Like any diligent adventurer I must investigate the outer areas first. Intrepidly, I also search within for the fabled treasure. But while you taste so good I could stay here forever, what is this but discovery of the precious jewel to the north! I must excavate with my tongue. With each moan I fall further into a berserker rage, consumed with the solitary purpose of pleasing you. And I won’t stop, can’t stop, until I feel you quivering and your legs close around my head.

So what’s next? Well, I’m not in control anymore, so I guess that’s up to you.

Actually, you’re NOT that nice!!!!

Just a shame that you still feel the need to force your teenage daughter onto me, even though you don’t really have that much interest in me. You’ve proved to me what a narcissist you are, by things you’ve said to me. You think that I’m completely stupid. You think that I’m not that clever. You’re friends are stalkers and I will never give them the time of day. You are pathetic to be this obsessed with me. You don’t “care about me”. You don’t “love” me. Aren’t you growing a bit fed up and tired of playing the same old game without getting any end result? Aren’t you a bit old to be playing these sorts of games by now? The joke’s actually on YOU. You will never get to see me again. Goodbye, you pathetic waste of space.

Nibbler

It’s a nickname we gave our daughter from Futurama because although she is cute, she can shit a 300 ton cannonball that consistently clogs the toilet of anywhere we go to.

This morning was particularly harrowing, so much that it made her late for school this morning and me being unable to successfully remove the clog while my husband was at work.