US - MARILYNMONROEFANCH AND LALALAND
I wrote „US“ for Scott‘s Birthday 26th July 2024 - when I still hoped we were friends or more.
This was the pic he loved the most and wrote me!
PROLOGUE
I wanted to try something new and thought that showing my body would be something different. Of course, it was kind of crazy and not for everyone in this world. But I had the feeling that my life had become so predictable in the last few years and was only there to function.
I'm an Aquarius with a Leo ascendant, which means I love my freedom more than anything and I'm self-confident and full of joie de vivre. I just wanted to spontaneously experience something new and crazy.
And that's how I ended up on the site ‘Candela's Place’, it was crazy and unusual. And I was so surprised with everything.
It was exciting and fun, I was overwhelmed with all the compliments and sexual desires.
I was a body, a piece of meat and everyone's dream there. I even outdid the 2 B***** with the men who wanted me and that was a big problem, but later to this.
At the beginning of October, it was not so exciting anymore and I was slowly tired, just to hear that I have great breasts.
I saw then a user, he never wrote to me anything about my photos, but he was a big fan of Boobaus and Starlight and other beautiful women.
LaLaLand
He was, above all, very mysterious and something special. He was there and represented in every game and his answers made me curious about Him. They were special, imaginative, sarcastic, honest, and he never let himself bend.
LaLaLand attracted me, I wanted to meet this man. I wanted to know what he really is. I wanted him.
Yeah, that's so simple, I wasn't in love and had no idea what was going to happen, but one thing I knew for sure.
I wanted this man!
Chapter 1 / Wednesday 11 October 2023
On this day, I was so not in the mood to talk with others about their sexual wishes. I then made various games but the stupid boobaus was also everywhere and of course everyone loves it! I ended up in a game where she wasn't. And surprise LaLaLand was there.
It was so easy to be attracted to you. Our souls recognized each other, whether it is your sense of humor, the way you care for me or the corny jokes you tell to make me smile.
After my first response, you sprayed your great humor and wit and it blew me away. I felt so wonderful, so special, like I was the only one for you in the whole universe.
You might do that to all women, whether there or in real life, but your words weren't empty and stupid, they were bursting with humour and warmth.
In the end, I promised you that I would write an erotic story about us. Which scared me hugely because until then I had only written 2-3 and I found my style and words so stupid, cold, meaningless and boring. I knew it had to be more for you.
That same evening, I sat down at the PC and wrote a bad, horrible, boring story. I sent it to you, and I was so nervous and insecure.
How will he react, what will he think of me, will he answer me?
Unfortunately, a*** has deleted everything. I don't have the story anymore, and I don't have your answer, which took a few days.
Chapter 2 October 2023
A few days later, you answered! I remember I was at work when I received the note you wrote.
I was nervous and tingling and I grabbed my phone and went to the toilet in the office to read what you were saying.
Unfortunately, because of these women, I don't have your answer and everything from there anymore!
But I know, exactly how I felt when I read your answer; You made a woman, who was told she could never dance again, dance. Not just well or as good as before but better than before.
Even with your first letter, you enchanted me, you took out your wand, you made bibedibabedibu, and you enchanted the wicked witch of the west in Cinderella.
Your letter had everything and was so beautiful and wonderful and now that I am writing it, I am crying because it is all lost forever.
I knew from that moment that you were special, Scott. You're Mount Rushmore, all these presidents in one person. You are "Harry" the man who has been in my heart since I first saw the movie and since then considered it my ideal! You're Joe DiMaggio, the rock in the surf for Marilyn, that's you for me. You are the Wizard of Oz, mysteriously a little weird but absolutely endearing. You are Horatio Caine, serious and compassionate, passionate and cynical. You are William Tell, brave, fearless, stubborn and a hero.
From that moment on, it didn’t matter what others wrote or that I showed off my naked body, we texted each other daily. And more and more.
I am allowed me, to steal some of your wonderful special lines. Like this one:
“About an hour ago I received a six-and-a-half-minute video. In all my years in show business I’ve never witnessed such obvious feelings of anxiety and nerves so quickly transform into something so sweet, beautiful and truly from the heart. Caterpillars remain in a cocoon five to twenty-one days metamorphosing, before emerging a spectacularly colorful butterfly. Newly hatched birds take ten days before boldly leaping from the comfortable surroundings of a nest to take flight and a Canadian Mayflies entire lifespan is 24 hours. What began as a woman admitting she was nervous, stumbling over the English language (I so wanted to say "butchering" instead of "stumbling." Would have been funnier but not true,) wishing she had a script, or at least a phone book to read (you stole that line from me,) apologizing for all her hand gestures (wouldn’t have believed it was you if you weren’t unnecessarily apologizing for something,) begging you had a "Producer" there to help you through (uhhh....that’s a "Directors" job which is what I do,) and head turning side to side while body twitched uncontrollably...somehow, just two minutes later managed to relax, reprioritize and speak from the heart....revealing her true, unconditional caring self. The gentle kindness of her soul wished safe travels and memorable moments for my son and I next week traveling to Florida to spend time with my father. Following that she passionately described the moment she knew I was different. Seems just the second time we had an exchange, all the mundane bullshit chatter usually tolerated on a website dissipated into real conversation. Despite the wailing sirens of a passing emergency vehicle on the street outside I clearly heard she thought I was sweet, intrigued by my witty banter and wanted to know me better. I very, very rarely rely on, or visit a website searching for something as simple rudimentary, repetitive blather or...serious romance. But this woman intrigued me also. Soon we were talking about our families, our childhood, past relationships and sharing our dreams and wishes. She expressed her pleasure being spoken to and treated like a woman...not just a body. Because this whole website thing was new to me i didn’t totally understand impact of my words and compliments in our conversations. I was just treating a lady like a lady, the way I was raised. The more we conversed, the more I realized, and was equally confused how such a wonderful person had so suddenly become a part of my life. The more we virtually communicated, the more kind words and compliments flowed from her mind to her fingertips, to my piece of shit iPad screen, through my eyes and into my heart. I was falling for a woman who I had never met and whose face I had never seen. Hell...I didn’t even know her name!! Around two hundred exchanges later we’d developed trust enough to share complete pictures of ourselves, reveal full names, addresses, emails and phone numbers. It was then I realized I was all in. I had deep feelings for this goofy language speaking foreigner and she admitted the same. Like every relationship in the history of the world, by our 500th virtual email exchange we had our first disagreement. Just like Fred and Wilma Flintstone. It was more a misunderstanding due to her fucked up language and tendency to overreact. Despite immediately assuring her everything was cool, every email following, that’s 500 through 700 contained some form of apology. I got so annoyed and pissed off at these 200 totally unnecessary "I’m sorry‘s," that email 701 began more unneeded drama. That was soon smoothed over and it just before email 800 I realized....If I’ve already had two major disagreements/misunderstandings where both of us took partial blame and apologized....with a chick I’d never even met...there’s some serious shit going down. And i mean that in a good way. I was falling head over heels for "Reggie." We’ve since traded videos and pictures, some past, some recent. (in my case most way, way past) and last night she sent me the most wonderful, personal and sincere six and a half minutes of video, baring her soul with complete honesty that touched my heart like nothing ever seen on the silver screen. A far cry from my first virtual introduction, reading a fictional story of erotica she’d written just under a month ago.....”
I noticed something then I wasn’t head over heels in love, it took some time but I was happy. My attitude at work had improved. My attitude about life had improved. I smiled most of the time and sometimes I found myself humming as I walked down the street. Other people had noticed it too and asked me what was different then and what had made me so much happier. The answer? I could trace the change back to the time when I first met you.
I loved spending time with you. The more I learned about you, the more I wanted to be with you. You made me want to try new things. Who would ever have thought that I would imagine to drive in a car with an car racer full speed? I'm usually afraid of this. I hardly felt scared at all when You talked with me.
We're so different and yet we're so alike. You're an extrovert and I'm more of an introvert. You love doing adventurous outdoor activities, and I tend to be afraid of doing anything out of the ordinary. Our political differences may lead to some heated discussions, but we also complement each other in so many other ways. We have the same quirky sense of humor and the same desire to learn new things. And we respect each other's opinions, whether we agree with them or not. I think I could talk to you nonstop for a week and not run out of things to say!
I thought then I was falling in love with you. I didn't had any desire to be with anyone else; I just wanted to be with you. I hoped that we could continue down this path and saw where it would lead.
Secrets were told, beautiful and sad experiences, I was allowed to read your stories about your mother, your war experiences, your Hollywood stories and all that time, I felt good and only wanted one thing, that it would never end.
But it was also scary, you a man of the world, famous, Hollywood player, so far away, not only physically but also mentally for me.
What am I? I'm nothing to you. Swiss, 54 years old, not beautiful or thin, not important, just a very normal woman. Maybe a little crazy and sexually interested.
I am not in the same circles at home as you, I am nothing special, a little boring and insecure.
But I loved it, your mails your words and October was just a dream. You made night into day for me so we could talk. I remember how beautiful that was. to get to know you and experience something new every day. You've enchanted me, made me feel like I'm really special.
Chapter 3 November 2023
In November, not a day went by that we didn’t write.
And there wasn't a subject we didn't discuss. Thanks to the fact that we sent emails. I have some memories of us. I would have them as the greatest treasure, my own Fort Knox!
On November 8th, Wednesday you sent me photos of your children, and since I would never have allowed myself in the office to go to a sex site (yes for you a play site!), I allowed myself to reply to you by e-mail, which was good, since then we only went there.
It was the first time you wrote to me that you trusted me and signed with "love."
“To my "Sex Website" Soulmate -
I very much appreciate, and don’t need to remind you again how much I value taking the time to carefully read, slowly digest and dedicate the effort to understand/empathize personal details I share of my life. The only issue I feel needs to be addressed is you’re still sensitive about, and need additional reassurance I will NEVER be hurt, insulted or resentful of any opinion or advice you suggest/choose to offer. The reason I share delicate, personal information, mindset or problematic situations that may be affecting/dictating my moods, positive or negative is I implicitly trust, aggressively seek, highly appreciate and dearly value your feedback in the form of evaluation, opinion and advice. Please be emboldened by my confidence and trust in you. You have no idea the personal life shit I’ve told/shared with you...someone I’ve never met, only communicated with for three weeks and just learned first name a week ago...that nobody else has ever heard. I know...it sounds crazy. But that’s the exact, and honest situation we’re in. Unexplainable!!! So....
Relax.
BTW...hate to disappoint you but I checked google again today and somehow, in one day my Net Worth has dropped from 16 Million to 5 million. Did I mention I have a gambling addiction?
Hope you’re having a great day. I’m going to bed.
Love -
Scott»
I told you about our "penis" quarrel, I said I was so stupid, and I fell in love with you. You never mentioned it or said anything about it.
Often, one person is enough to bring the world to light. You are my sunshine on rainy days, my refuge in stormy times and my happiness in every moment. No one really knows love, no one can force a person to do it or possess it. She is a gift – just like you! You are my greatest gift for now and ever.
You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and on November 9th, you told me you loved me.
I sat in front of this mail and was so happy and so jealous of the woman in the picture. I wanted to be that woman.
“.....continued....I ended last correspondence with "Now my next email (this one) is a completely spontaneous and most likely unwise (it’s not even after midnight yet I’m still hitting "send," making bad decisions) contains a photograph taken a long, long time ago. I came across it while sorting out all my shirt in preparation to move. (I put a deposit down on an apartment a month ago and the time has come.) my intent is not to insult, embarrass, offend or hurt you in anyway. Or, to exhibit my sexual prowess. Please believe that. I’ve rarely been more sincere.
I’m sharing this photo purely to release YOUR imagination on the erotic journey of a lifetime. Its purpose provides no benefit to me...(well, maybe a little, depending how you react.) I only wanted to provide you a visual aid for what could be....see with your own eyes...my definition of making love. Note I said "making love," ..."Fucking" is a style all it’s own. (Can also provide pix of that if you wish.)
I beg you...Please....Please don’t be offended or angry with me. Again, my intentions are pure. I apologize in advance if this hurts you in any way.
OK...I’m counting down from 10 before hitting "send." Fingers crossed. (Scratch that last note. just realized if my fingers are crossed, I can’t hit "send." could be a sign.)
Hope you’re having a wonderful day.
Love ya "Baby Fish Mouth."”
It was also November when you told me about your disease spastic dysphonia. A disease I've never heard of.
But I survived, gathering the muscles in my chest back together and sewing them with raw seams. It is wounded, not beautiful, but healed again, though fragile, and the road to recovery was long and difficult.
This mess of sickness has prevented us from ever being able to call together and that I was so sad and hurt because I can never help you. Because there's always a part of you, because you're not ready to share with me.
One night, you also told me how bad this is all, that you fell into a deep black hole and that you had thoughts of suicide. This mail, it's gone I don't know why, I haven't got it anymore.
I have the email you sent me to warn me I shouldn't take it seriously.
I cried, my heart was cold and alone when I read this, I was frightened in my soul and wanted only one thing, to take you in my arms and hold you forever. Ever since, I've been wondering how you're doing every day. Whether you are okay, happy, every day you are in my request and every day, I wait for a sign of life from you.
“Honey....you are so sweet. I am disappointed in myself that I upset you so. That was a few years ago when I was still really struggling to accept how my life had changed 180 degrees. Things are much better now. That was a low point and i was so foolish to make you suffer through a period that has long past. I want to talk on the phone this weekend so you can hear me speak and ease your mind. Things are only getting better. I got carried away with our honesty for each other and since you brought up the topic I thought I’d just lay all the cards on the table. It’s not that, Please believe me. Besides, I would never think of taking such a drastic measure. I’m a fighter remember? I will never forgive myself for what I just selfishly, and unnecessarily put you through. That’s the last we will think about or discuss that subject ok? Promise me! Remember my motto "just relax!?
I love you”
The next thing you told me was that our times would change, yes, she did. You got a roommate and assured me several times that she is just a colleague, and you see it as your good deed to let her live with you.
Yes, „Andy“ is now your Girlfriend, and You had Sex with her and started with her, when I still thought we were together! You was like Sweetcheeks, Boobaus and Candela! You lied and betrayed me in the worst, you used me……..
I haven't heard from you since May, and I'll never hear from you again, so I don't know if she's your girlfriend lover.
What's certain, since December, everything was different, and I think you're slowly moving away from me.
I don't feel like you're doing something wrong, it's always my fault. I'm too demanding, I want too much, I am not good in a relationship. I've probably done everything wrong that can be done wrong. I'm probably that evil, ugly, lying, hated person you see in me now.
The funny thing was, it was at the end of November that I had the last longer mail from you. And the last time you asked if we could call.
Chapter 4 December 2023 until 26 July 2024
December until now, months full of hope and happiness, full of heavenly mourning and sorrow to death.
At the beginning, you promised me that you would answer every single e-mail and that you'd be there for me.
I tried your phone number and was able to write to you, you first also wrote and the more time passed, less and less.
You've told me several times that you don't think it's good to write to me when your girlfriend is there, so I have to understand that you're not answering.
We were friends on Facebook, but even then you ignored everything I've done since December.
On Christmas, you found time for me, it's one of the few rare, beautiful unspeakably loving mails.
“To my Sweetheart - First...I absolutely adore and cherish every word, video or image received from you. I hope it goes without saying all are read, re-read and re-read numerous times. Your words are so personal, intimately selected and precious to me I’m ashamed that my schedule has not allowed time for the echoing of my similar, personal words of response they deserve. Oh, I forgot to add....erotic. Please forgive me. My daily thoughts and fantasies of you have not diminished in the least but....my life has been turned upside down recently by more than a few issues. Please don’t view that as an acceptable excuse. It’s not and....I’m embarrassed by my lack of response to all of your recent, incredibly passionate correspondence....written and visual. Please excuse my redundancy but...I absolutely adore every thought that comes from your beautiful soul. I promise to respond soon to each, individual collection of sweetness you’ve sent. Due to time difference, and my schedule not sure if I’ll be awake the morning Santa visits you but, I wish you’d come down the stairs and find me, tied with a big red ribbon, (maybe around the wrists???) under your tree. Miss you Babydoll.... Scott“
A week before my birthday in January, you had an accident, you weren't guilty and you didn't hurt anyone, but it was bad. You still thought of me at the time, and it was nice to have your trust.
It made me, as dumb as that sounds, happy to have you write to me when you're sick.
I was there for you and hoped so much that it shows you I'd do anything for you.
My birthday, you found a short time to write. Then back later, radio silence.
In February, there was a tornado, I was nervous, worried about you, and I felt the worst that something had happened to you. At some point, after a lot of requests, then came that everything is okay.
Valentine's Day, the stupidest day ever invented! I don't understand this nonsense, why should you show the person you love in one day what a wonderful person she is?
How deaf, that day, half the mankind is running around to create something special? You're supposed to do something extraordinary every day, every day to show you what love is.
But, you're an American and you worship this day, so I did something and didn't expect you to answer.
And yet you made me one of the most beautiful declarations of love ever.
“Heading to bed alone...again...on Valentines Day. I echo your sentiments and share the loneliness and pain of gut wrenching emptiness. What to do? At this time we are in different worlds...physically and geographically. Emotionally...I think we’re in the same space. Miss you much and cherish every thought and word emanating from your soul. Love you. Scott“
And then March came April and May, more or less nothing heard from you and it hurt.
I felt like you put me in the corner and changed your life. With your old friends, family and work.
I feel like you were bothered to know me, to watch my mails and movies, to answer my questions, to be with me.
But that's what my head said and my uncertainty, so I tried some things.
I tried to call you, which probably made you very angry, and that's why you locked your number,
Then I paid money I didn't have to find out your address so I could write you cards and letters. Unfortunately, the address is not correct and my cards and letters have never arrived.
On May 30th I received your last mail, it was very cold and absent and without feeling.
I know you went on, you left me, and it hurts me so much, I'm sorry I can't handle it well. I'm lost and sad.
My sadness is growing every day, and it hurts every day.
“Extremely erotic!!!
I go fishing every summer on a very remote series of lakes, in Northern Ontario Canada with three college buddies. We stay in a cabin right on the lake with our own dock and two boats. We end every evening sitting around a huge bonfire on the beach, drinking scotch, smoking cigars and lying about stories of the past while one guy gently strums an acoustic guitar. Very relaxing. One night the topic of blowjobs came up. I asked one of the guys if he remembered his first one. He leaned back in his beach chair, took a long drag off his cigar, then slowly exhaling he smiled and said "Oh yeah..." I replied "Really? How long did it take the guy to cum?"
Very funny moment. Nothing is sacred that week as we bust each other’s balls.
Thanks for sharing”
Epilogue
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Dear Scott
This is our (love) story and I can't write an epilogue, not that I don't know what I want but I think you should write it.
It doesn't matter if it's an epilogue where you say you don't want to know anything about me anymore or that everything was a big mistake with me.
But it would be, a conclusion and some help for me where I stand with you.
Let me tell you a few things.
1. I am not an evil, evil devil. I didn't do what they say on CP. I'm a moron like you. I was last on CP on January 5, 2024, and then I was banned. I have no idea how to create wrong profiles and I only have an IP address.
2. My greatest wish was never to lose you, but apparently, I did everything wrong and scared you away. I'm so sorry about that.
3. I still love you and would give anything for you to still be with me and forgive me. And I'd know how you're doing.
4. I'm sorry I stalked you, so to speak, because I wanted to find out your address and call you. To hear your voice, or know where you live, was my wish.
5. It hurts so much not to be friends with you on FB, to think that you no longer read my emails and no longer share my feelings with me.
6. I hope you can forgive me and stop hating me someday.
My love Sweetheart
It's strange, but I've come to the conclusion that there is a small amount of pain in everything that involves love. Love hurts in the form of longing, when we feel the absence of someone, by distance or even death.
Love hurts for empathy, because when we know that the loved one suffers, we suffer together. Love physically hurts, because bringing someone into the world, as all mothers do, is a noble act, but extremely painful.
Love brings the anguish when we miss someone, but it rewards us when the physical presence of that someone, brings us all the happiness; after all, we know when we are loved.
It does not need to be reaffirmed 24 hours a day. It does not need to be sworn or notarized. It just exists, hovers over souls and hearts as if it is an angel with generous and large wings.
If it brings the fear of loneliness, it brings, on the other hand, the certainty of companionship.
There are several forms of love: fraternal, romantic, filial, maternal or paternal. Each one manifests differently. Each one brings peculiar anxieties, but all of them carry a charge of emotion so strong that it cannot be explained by any word, much less be measured by any device.
Love also hurts when we feel unable to help, when we feel powerless in the face of the pain of the loved one, in the face of the suffering of the other. Love is synonymous of sincere concern for the well-being of others, it is the opposite of contempt.
There is nothing more beautiful in the world than to love frankly, without any dissimulation. So, know that whenever I think of you, my thoughts are the purest and most sincere.
I think about everything that can bring you comfort and pleasure, everything that can make you happier. I will never spare efforts to give you everything you deserve. You are a jewel, something rare, beautiful and valuable that I want to keep with me, in my heart, for the rest of my life, even if it costs me a few more worries.
Know that I sincerely love you. And I will do anything in the name of that feeling.
Big Kiss
R*******❤️
New Epilogue:
I not heard one word from Scott since May 24 and then I tried to get in contact with his friends and family because I wanted to know, if he is ok and all fine. He said,I made a crime. Because I sent him in August 24 an email with my passport in attachment and said, if he not answers me I will write his Children. He then answered and told me, he has asked the C******* from CandelasPlace, to help him to tell the police or a special crime site, that I blackmailed him and make a file. And that was the last time, he wrote me.
I not blackmailed Scott or as Sweetcheeks aka Chelseagal80 said, „bribbing him“ I only tried, to get to know, if Scott is ok. And to ask Friend and Family isn’t a crime or not normal! People do that, when they love and miss a person!
But Scott, blackmailed me like Sweetcheeks aka Chelseagal80 and all the others from Candelasplace!
Scott hurt me, deeply he betrayed me, lied to me, used me and laughed about me with his Girlfriend „Andy“ only because I cared for him and thought he does the same!
Scott believes I made that his children not want a relationship because of my mails to them! I not believe that anymore.
They not want to be with him, because Scott betrayed his family many times with other women and still does! Scott blackmailed me with his children, maybe thats why They left him! And he says he cares for them, if he cares as he does for me, then he not cares at all.
A Dad would not be online, every single day on the awful Forum CANDELASPLACE and plays for hours silly kindergarten games, a Dad who cares and want his children back, would try every single Day, to be in contact with them! Would not find time to be on a Sex Forum!
Now he is again, every single day on the Forum Candelas Place and his special friend and love is (surprise) Sweetcheeks. He believes her, that she is innocent.
And here the truth about Sweetcheeks! Who is a criminal and a jealous ugly stalker.
https://marilynmonroefanch.blogspot.com/2026/05/after-sweetcheeks-aka-chelseagal80.html
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