I'm a poet, a lover, a dreamer, an artist. I am entitled to describe each and everyone of my experiences so vividly, so passionately that secretly you'll end up wanting me.
It's been a while since I began to write down in this diary and so far it has only brought confusion yet I'm certain of one thing; it has served me well as a tool for self discovery.
Just like it happened that night when I made Evie scream of pleasure. The whole scene looped inside my head and it was amazing.
I missed her so when I fell unconscious. The way she moved, the way she laughed, like a sunflower. When I came back home after having a long talk with Mom I sought refuge in the comfort of the mansion.
There was only the sound of the drizzling. I was slightly soaked and worn out so the best be to have a nice long replenishing bath.
This was my favorite part of the whole house. Its ambient was sort of vintage and by request I decided to paint the walls in light gray and black, much more of a gothic ambient.
There was also a small chandelier that provided dim illumination and a large window next to it with black velvet drapes.
And so I plunged into in the deep, warm waters and shut my eyes firmly and struggled to make my mind go blank.
I slowly let go and shut down all my senses until there was only one: touch.
As I leaned by head against the tub I placed my hooves around my thighs.
"I believe you could still use some company."
The specter of a young mare appeared out of nowhere and laid on the other end. She was an earth pony with silver mane and pale blue coat. She looked down on me with lustful eyes and a thinner voice.
"Honey, you know how much I miss you..." I whispered.
"I am aware of that, as well as I am aware of many other things and as I repeat, that was truly an amazing night."
"I feel a genuine connection so strong enough to say I love you, how come you can't say the same?"
I recalled that moment after I had sex with Evie she didn't correspond with the words I needed to hear.
"Oh but Marelyn, there's still so much to come; you have to let your true self come to life which is the one I want."
"Wanting is not the same as loving..."
"You poor thing..."
She approached me and lift my chin later she kissed me with an open mouth.
"What are you?" I said softly, "I'm just dying to know..."
She pressed her head against mine and she continued, "What if I told you I was always there from the start?"
"What?"
At the same time this mystery mare did this she placed her hoof inside my thigh.
I felt that I lost control; the ghost of this girl was possessing me slowly and yet why did it feel so real?
And so she went deeper until I wasn't able to see her at all but I heard a weak voice say, "Now I will make you scream..."
I moaned and at the same time I was desperate; somehow this wasn't right because I felt her strength pushing again and again.
"What's the matter, I thought you liked bad girls..." she said.
"You don't have to do this at all," I replied.
"Oh but I longed for this moment...you're so soft and tender..."
She found what she was looking for, what she was craving for.
"So this is your deadly weapon," she said. "It's won't look so deadly once I'm done with it."
She sounded confident enough to knock me out and so she did. The way she suckled was firmly and slow; there was no rush.
How much did I underestimate her touch; I thought she was so demure but now she behaved like a smoldering temptress.
What was she after, my approval?
I yelped.
She wouldn't stop and held on to me tightly. Progressively the tension invaded my waist all the way down to my cock.
I cried out and swore. I could feel her press hooves against my stomach. My body began to get warmer as the blood rushed.
After I came her image vanished and as it did she laughed maliciously; I stood helpless and satisfied but at the same time heavily puzzled.
I got out dried my pale coat yet I felt the need to touch myself so badly again and so I retraced the steps of that encounter but with not so great results.
I went to bed cold and shivering. The room was intensively dark; only the pale moonlight through my window comforted me.
"It will all go away tomorrow, " I kept saying wrapping myself in the covers.
Sadly things didn´t get any better; I kept tossing and turning for the remainder of the night feeling feverish and light headed.
The next morning I could barely remember anything. My legs felt so heavy and inflamed.
Her laughter seemed to invade the garden outside so I decided to follow her.
It was incredibly hard to focus. My knees were shaking and began to pant horribly until I felt woozy and hit the ground.
"Marelyn, sweetheart, wake up..." said Rosie May.
I whimpered and felt literally drained. I found myself lying on red velvet couch twisting back and forth.
"Hey, pony princess, what seems to be the problem now?" said Pete.
I failed to answer.
"Dear, if you don't tell us what's the matter we can't help you," said the pink unicorn.
"Well, for starters he´s burning up and completely knocked out," said Pete as he felt and stroke my back.
"It must have been the heavy rain that made me sick," I said moaning. "It has to be."
"Oh...then it could be the pony flu."
"It's not fair, it's simply not fair!" I complained as I began to cough heavily, "I was fine yesterday, you saw me."
"These things happen all the time, besides you insisted going out in this ghastly weather."
She threw a cover over me and stayed there for a little while.
"Now, don't you worry, sweetheart, Pete has already gone to fetch the doctor."
"Seriously, it's not that bad, I just need some rest."
"Oh, no, it could be a whole lot worse..."
"I'm afraid of that," I said.
"It will be alright. You have had a rather topsy turvy season, haven't you?"
"Rosie..." I said lowering my head.
"Yes, dear?"
"Stay with me until help comes."
She smiled and hugged me, "Of course. My, you're trembling so much!"
Inevitably I landed in the hospital. Evidently it was the flu or something like that. The sad part was that I was unable to leave for a week or two and I was mad as a cow.
Luckily my pals came to visit, especially Twigster. He was the first one to arrive actually. He looked as serene as ever; he had gone for a few days to Applewood on business and came back with some rather surprising news.
"I just want you to know that Evie will come an visit soon. She's probably now crying her out, not to mention like probably dozens of you dearest fans."
"Never mind them," I said, " all I really need now is Evie."
"Yeah, I know!" he cried.
"I have a huge problem and you´re the only colt I can trust."
Twigster stood puzzled, "Really, how come?"
I sighed, "If I tell you something will you promise not to freak out and laugh?"
"You have my word!" he said happily.
"I believe there's something weird about the mansion."
"Oh really? Is it too big? Because I knew from the start it was..."
"No, no, no, it's not that at all!" I cried. "It has to be haunted, as inhabited by spirits. A few days ago I was visited by one of them, a girl."