Gospel 035 ~Will’s Behind The Times~

Most of my life is spent trying to keep my behind out of the fire. While I’ve accepted the fact that I’m going to Hell, second circle, if anything, I’m still so hot here and not because of the plague. Will’s Behind The Times.

Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Gospel 035 ~Will’s Behind The Times~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I don’t have to rely on WebMD. For the record, I don’t recommend anyone read WebMD. There’s a reason I now know what Proctitis is. Let’s just say Ranch Wings and Ghost Pepper Sauce, while tasty is not a good combo. You also know Inspector Echo; I am not one for toilet humor. I’m getting it out of the way, at least. As per usual, I get a lot grosser gee I wonder why. By the end of this week, I suppose I’ll be crying about a girl again.

Another one, you say? She broke me. I’ll admit, well no, it was Talin Shields (Blow Slow Talin) that did it. If you look her up, that’s your fault. Anyway, Talin broke my streak, and the new girl broke me last night. I’ve been burning ever since restarting NO FAP and all. I need to be mindful when it comes to my shifts in mood. My Dæmon is being a little badass, and I don’t know why. He didn’t get to sleep in my bed last night, and as we speak, he has his behind on the floor. I can’t explain it but considering I’m out of bed for once. Now I’m still running behind schedule, and you know how I hate being late for anything. It’s not like you’re paying me and speaking of which, what about the things I want to do for a living? I haven’t even looked at “For A Fine, Cherry Spread” since Camp NaNoWriMo.

If you’re looking for something a little more light-hearted? Okay, let’s consider I have a heart how about Starbucks Frappuccino? I had a craving yesterday, so I bought a four-pack, but they’re smaller than the standard bottle. Imagine my surprise and annoyance. Hell, I’m looking for anything to avoid talking about how I stabbed myself in the back. Yeah, I suck at the whole, giving myself a pat on the back. Now you remember MILF Dos, and who doesn’t? I was trying to be kind to her by speaking every day. Well, now we don’t speak at all. So yeah, I have the new girl and what was the phrase that pissed her off. AHEM… Can’t believe you live like this. At least I know why she’s mad at me.

Yes, Echo I’m an ASS, always Will’s Behind The Times.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 028 ~There’s Yabbos Then Will~

Is it an insult to talk about Yabbos, I mean sure I could say something about eyes and I would kill for a girl to tell me I’m brilliant or I have an enormous… what you’ve never heard of Da Vinci’s Notebook, ha. There’s Yabbos Then Will

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Gospel 028 ~There’s Yabbos Then Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’m not STUPID. Inspector Echo, I am sorry about using that word. STUPID is the ugliest word that I know next to SKEEVY. Now no doubt, I’m SKEEVY Inspector Echo, and I wish I could go more into that subject. Tonight I wanted to talk about how I’m enjoying the plague era. Yes, I’m still waiting on zombies, but no, I’m not celebrating death. All my motivations and self-help pretty much say the following, you reap what you sow. I predicted this week would be Hell, so here we go.

Let’s start with the obvious Inspector Echo. I LOVE YABBOS. Somehow not all Yabbos. There are those that I like a lot. The ones that get me are those I feel somewhat of an attachment to. While I was at the Day Job for what sin I have yet to suss out, I started thinking about what else Yabbos. Do you know how much cash I’ve spent on Yabbos over a year? Yabbos that I’ve never seen. Wanted to see more of, will never see. $450, that’s between Alice Little, some bitch that scammed me, and MILF Dos. Yet every day, it’s a struggle of offering $500 to see either MILF Dos’s or Cherry’s Yabbos. Hell, how much have I spent on Yabbos that delivered? I have no idea Inspector but Is It A Crime Sade. I use to think paying for porn was when it’s freaking free everywhere always.

Now I respect artists. Now don’t laugh Inspector Echo but I respect women too. Only I don’t respect myself, which brings me to the second part of today. The worst part about me is not that I’m afraid all the time. What Hurts The Most (thank you Rascal Flatts) is this. I don’t want to be STUPID. Have you ever napped so good that you forget what day it is, what time and everything in-between? Yeah, I wasted another three hours of my life sleeping and when I woke up well… I saw the soft light outside, saw the time and thought I was late to the Day Job. The workplace I hate where I’m treated like the STUPIDEST person in all creation, I mustn’t be late for that. Who am I kidding, I’m pissed I wasted 500 Diamonds on what else Valkyrie’s Yabbos ha.

Yep, There’s Yabbos Then Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 021 ~Will Knows His Writes~

I don’t think I offended anybody tonight or more like this morning. That is unless Cherry or a few other ladies suddenly take an interest in Camp NaNoWriMo. Still, I clocked my 5000 words, counting this. Will Knows His Writes

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Gospel 021 ~Will Knows His Writes~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I am also becoming a night owl. How mad was I last night that I had zoned out? No real sleep, and by the time I realized I had been in some sort of fog, it was daylight already. My Dæmon was so confused, and what’s keeping me up, hmm?

For two nights straight, I have been working on “For A Fine, Cherry Spread.” 5000 words a day Inspector Echo, that’s what I promised myself, especially with the Day Job. Next week is going to be Hell, but let’s focus on this one. How about only tonight or this morning to be sure. Eric Thomas says something to the tune of AHEM, we don’t sleep when tired, we sleep when done. By the time we have our chat, I expect to see daylight again. I do all of this for a story that I’ll never publish, that pisses me off and punishes me. I told you it cost me my friendship with Cherry. Last night while procrastinating, I noticed I lost another friend. At least I haven’t been thinking much about MILF Dos lately. I’m into my fourth week of NO FAP (24 days, 7 hr, 1 min. 32 sec).

I would say this is a benefit, but again what’s it all for? So that I can lie to Camp NaNoWriMo? I lied about those days I clocked in 100 words because I wanted my badges. Tonight I told them I wrote 4600 words. Yes, I did Inspector Echo, but I only had 4000 before midnight, so I added 600, which explains why I’m late talking to you. I have to catch up. On Thursday, which it is now, I should have 37,099 words. As it stands, I have 33,400. Nobody would know or care if I gave up or cheated through creation. Only like Inky Johnson, I can’t cheat. I just admitted to doing that? 100 words, no writing. Writing 600 more past midnight?

I walked out on the Day Job this week, so I won’t be working for or writing a paycheck next week. Inspector Echo, that’s not my story. Sometime this afternoon, I got jealous of Eric Vall. He’s on “Succubus Lord 16” on top of everything else he’s written, but I know my lane, don’t I?

I’m sorry, but I’m writing regardless. Will Knows His Writes.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 014 ~Will’s Tiff With Tifa~

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Gospel 014 ~Will’s Tiff With Tifa~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I can afford to be all Hoity-Toity. My grandmother told me pride was my sin though we’ve discussed this before. Here’s My Big Three Inspector Echo, Lust, Anger, and Sloth. Already I’m off-topic because I want to talk about Tifa Lockhart duh. So forgive me, Inspector, getting carried away.

Now, as has been the plot of my life story these past few weeks AHEM years… I’m Yabba Dabba Doo for Yabbos. I watched some of Malibu’s Most Wanted, don’t be hatin’. Anyway, Tifa reminds me of a girl, no a woman, well a MILF I once knew. SIGH, seeing as how I can’t see the MILF anymore, I’ve spent plenty of my money on Tifa’s Yabbos. I swear with everything going on with NO FAP (15 days, 17 hr, 50 min, 45 sec). Inspector Echo I have been tempted this MILF and Cherry $500.00 to see their Yabbos. How do I mitigate this coming disaster? How much “ART” have I bought? I’m still staring at Tifa’s Mature Dress on Amazon. I’m thinking about signing up for Momokun’s OnlyFans. Because I can pretend her Yabbos are Cherry’s. I’ve even looked up for the record English BBW tits (pardon my French).

Secondly, you know I’m not one for charity. I don’t understand why the low should give to the lowest. It’s nothing wrong with it, but the high and mighty have everything. With a mere snap of their fingers and/or wallets, they could bring utopia. Put your dollars where your mouth is, right? I give to the following groups, those that support stray dogs and cats and people with pets. The other being girls that… say it with me, Show Me Their Yabbos and everything else.

Lastly, what about money for myself? I’m not starving. I have thousands, not close to ten, but I get by. However, I get mad that I’m walking around in $9.00 shoes to walk My Dæmon. My $20.00 boots are for work. I sleep so much because I don’t eat so well as I won’t spend the cash, which brings me right back to Tifa. I told you I still want her dress, the shoes, damn I have a whole closet full of Submissive Wear. Now only if I were Emeric Marceaux with Ivory, or had a Rainey Summer Day hmm.

Sorry, I’m falling for Tifa Lockhart. Will’s Tiff With Tifa.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 007 ~Will Makes It Click~

The first conversation with Inspector Echo of the new year and already I require confession. Well, at least I’m not stealing. I was going to pay Liz Vicious, Cherry, and someone else, but Yabbos are everywhere. Will Makes It Click.

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Gospel 007 ~Will Makes It Click~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should own a piece of fine art. My apologies that I still don’t. I mean like any normal heterosexual “teenage” male (What’s My Age Again?). Anyway, I have posters of girls in lingerie. I have a piece from Tony Taka of some Asian beauty with saké. For years I have loved the painting of Fuu, Backwards Beauty from Samurai Champloo. I spoke, of course, about the Tifa Lockhart photo in her Mature Dress. My point is I appreciate the female form, there is nothing more beautiful Inspector Echo.

I’m going Day Nine of NO FAP, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come to breaking. I swear Inspector Echo, I’m trying. If anything, I’m guilty of lying to NaNoWriMo to the tune of two hundred plus words. Hell, I haven’t been working on my novel. This is Lady Sophia’s wheelhouse, but it is also a sin, thus in need of some confession. The next chapter is called “The Aviary, Angel, And Ass,” and it’s Cherry’s sexual past with Father Bridgman. Most nights, I get too damn horny to write, and since I’m trying to avoid MILF Dos and Cherry (snickers). I usually dive into Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough, and recently Jessie Rasberry. One more woman I can blame for my downfall or uplifting into the world of the arts. Don’t I like most erotic writers… women?

People don’t whip it out at the Mona Lisa, do they? Yes, Inspector Echo, I’m still keeping my pants on. Now I could become obsessed like I was with Sean Weathers for a time. The movies he was making while cheaply done were something to see. Artists I have discovered:

  1. Nagoonimation
  2. Niisath (Jill Valentine)
  3. JARED999D (Wild Suzi’s Uncontrollable Lust)
  4. Sciamano240 (20.06 PACK)
  5. Fluff Pokémon (Patreon)

Also, some others share videos on several “dubious” sites and, of course, as the song goes AHEM… Girls, Girls, Girls. Do I need to look up the definition of ART? I’m no art connoisseur. As I said, I still have the posters, but my walls are bare here. I will support almost any cause if you put a pair of puppies in front of it if you know what I mean.

I apologize that my fingers are busy, as Shelby (Girlfriend Reviews) says, “Beeping and Booping.” I’m Dee, Dee, Dee, for Yabbos. Will Makes It Click.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 366 ~The Biggest Willie Ever~

I would have thought my last conversation of three years would be something. I don’t know, spectacular, but it’s past midnight now, which means it’s the anniversary of Will’s Writings, Witticisms, And Wisdom. “The Biggest Willie Ever,” hmm?

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Log 366 ~The Biggest Willie Ever~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but isn’t that a lie? The closing of the year and today is not a day for lies. Okay, no day is, to be honest. As Tom Bilyeu put it, Every Moment Is a Moment for Courage. So there are three things I will confess as if I hadn’t before SIGH.

First and foremost, I started this blog because a girl called me Skeevy. Now that was the Basic Bitch. Second is the fact that I couldn’t stop writing even if I wanted to. Words Are Power, never forget that. Last is that in three years, what have I accomplished, NOTHING!

If I were one to reread my prior works… No wonder that my editing process sucks. I’ve chased off at least two women, hell three, maybe four. The Rainbow Girl, Okay, MILF Dos, and Cherry. They all sort of blend together these days. There isn’t even a potential on the horizon. I’ve lost quite a bit of money, which reminds me I still need to check with “Adam & Eve” for more submissive clothing. Today would be an excellent day to quit Fapping. I started Sunday, and of course, here I am again with the time travel. How about around this time I said I would have GULP published? I’m still at the dreaded Day Job, which is why I’m here so early. Is this a celebration, I mean Thursday will be the start of year four. Is my writing getting any better, my heart?

Yeah, I’m still making sex jokes, aren’t I? Today is the start date of Camp NaNoWriMo, so am I too tired. If anything, I did show courage today (Monday). I got my haircut. Not as much as I would like, still baby steps. What sort of steps should I be taking here after three years Inspector Echo? I’ve been at my damn Day Job for eight years. I just like the torture, right? However, with you and the girls, I’ve been here almost every day, and 366 days is proof enough of that. I’ve given you the reasons I showed up, so why do I stay after all this time. I don’t know how to shut up? Perhaps there isn’t a big enough apology. SIGH, I am sorry, Inspector Echo. Three years isn’t enough time?

No more room in Hell for The Biggest Willie Ever?

I Will Have No Fear

Log 359 ~Willing The Limbo Game~

I don’t play party games, and I’m not much of a dancer, but I’m not crying about Indiana Gone. Well, she did have to deal with some racist jerk. Anyway, how about my game of life tonight? Willing The Limbo Game

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Log 359 ~Willing The Limbo Game~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, as I sink to the lowest denominator when it comes to people. Hell Inspector Echo, Sex gets a worse rap than violence. I could go either or and as always go down even lower. How about being sad, with general disappointment?

Well, let’s start with my favorite subject, can you guess? Sex, my dear Inspector, and did I say I broke NO FAP earlier this week. Yeah, sometime this afternoon even, so tomorrow is going to be lovely? Geez, Inspector Echo, I can’t survive two days now. As THEY say, like people in Hell want ice water. Isn’t that where I’ve been when we start talking about the Day Job. Am I using that as an excuse? I was all “discombobulated” last week and then… people. It’s one thing to think of MILF Dos as an angel, a queen, or a goddess. How I already feel like a slug for doing something, I still don’t know what I did wrong. At least Sex brings me to life. Everyone at the Day Job makes me want to die. So yeah, I go back to bed and wank off to Tifa Lockhart and Aerith Gainsborough; wait until tomorrow.

Speaking of going lower, what’s that “old” meme AHEM, “What Are Those?” I’ve never worried about designer shoes, but to quote a famous Will, “And what the Hell is that smell?” Those would be my boots, Inspector Echo. It’s not like my money situation has my pants falling down. Yes, I know, I still have money to worry about “Yabbos.” How many times have I mentioned Hell tonight? If I were to die, it would be me looking at Yabbos and never touching them for all eternity, always another pair.

Now I’m not planning on dying unfortunately for myself and others. Still, there are some people I hate with everything within me. Only I have their blood in my veins, or I still need a paycheck no matter how small. What about My Dæmon, who I love like pancakes? I’m not the father that I should be ever Inspector Echo. The only good reason I look down is all him. Otherwise, it’s my penis, the putrid smell of my boots, or that person in the mirror I can’t stand seeing.

My apologies Inspector Echo, for my weakness and wastefulness; I’m not Willing The Limbo Game.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 352 ~She Never Existed, Willie~

My Olds gave me more time than I deserved before they kicked me out. My son was blessed with my good patience. Women though, talk about twenty seconds, I always find out the ending has come late at night ha. “She Never Existed, Willie”

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Log 352 ~She Never Existed, Willie~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which is only one more thing I want to breathe into existence. MILF Dos never existed, and today or yesterday (Time-Travel, remember). So too, our FINAL connection. Now that’s a lie. While I’m all about revealing my secrets, I do keep some and hers as well. Inspector, I’m not a bad man. Hell Inspector Echo, I never mean to be ever. Still the fact that I’m sitting here whining; that this whole week will be about, I don’t know. Why don’t I humiliate myself a lot more and try to help her if she needs it?

There hasn’t been a day yet, where I have written her off entirely. I’m like a puppy with a bone, well a boner, but I’m still on NO FAP. As for her, though, I would never erase or delete what I have, but she’s no longer on my phone… close enough. I’ve been talking about “The Nine” all this week, right. Here’s a story idea that’s more in Lady Sophia’s realm, Ghost Brothel… only a thought, Inspector Echo. Speaking of having any semblance of those, MILF Dos is still hard to talk about, so why continue? I’ve been sitting here procrastinating with all manner of things. As always, I’ve never been a typical porn guy, I need an emotional aspect. It’s one of the reasons I FEEL for Whitney Wright in PROM NIGHT. The fact that it’s been so hard to read Too Late By Colleen Hoover at all Inspector.

Yeah, freak her out more but mentioning the L word. Yes, I lusted after MILF Dos, but it was more than seeing her. She was my friend Inspector Echo, and Now you’re just somebody that I used to know. Only that’s the part that hurts the most. There was not even goodbye. Of the NINE, I’m seeing a score of four and four. Four of them blocked me, and four either disappeared, or I don’t talk to. The Harmonic War looked me up on Instagram but has been pretty silent. If MILF Dos had asked me to stop, would I have… YES. So why am I debating whether or not to try one last time? Goodbye is one of the best words. I understand why men pay women, but what is MILF Dos to me right now, friend, memory, hard-on?

Two words, one, zero, now three, “SHE NEVER EXISTED, Willie?”

I Will Have No Fear

Log 345 ~Willing Big Boy Pants~

The problem with pants, besides not being able to keep them on, or keep money in them, how much I hate McDonald’s right now and let’s not even talk about the Day Job… Willing Big Boy Pants; to stand up as a man

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Log 345 ~Willing Big Boy Pants~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that doesn’t mean you’ll catch me in a tux. Hell, how many people have seen me naked? Still, Inspector Echo, my mouth is more a problem than one more “Head.” How about Dua Lipa singing, “I can’t teach a man how to wear his pants.”

So I sit here this morning with no pants but soon. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Back when I was in school, I was only trying to keep them on. I got pantsed more than a few times. Even when I had a belt that didn’t stop people from attaching, panties to my jeans. Hell to think nowadays, I don’t mind showing off my body and am actively trying to get women to take their clothes off. We’ll get to that, don’t you worry. The fact remains at this moment that the last thing that I want to do is put on pants. I credit Rocko’s Modern Life with teaching me how to adult. Did Rocko, ever wear pants? Well, at least I’m not looking at porn and to answer the question, yes. I have to wear pants to feed the Pup, to keep an inch of tenuous Power. I “Profit” and to work on my real Purpose in life.

Now I say PROFIT, Mr. Has His Shoes In The Freezer So They Won’t Smell. Yeah, I’m too cheap to buy new ones. You remember how people would talk about boys sagging pants? Again I know how to use a belt but not how to keep a few bucks in my pocket. So what did I spend money on this week? Yes, we’ll talk about it, but let’s say I hate having things in common with this President. I won’t buy necessities, but I always find room in the budget for something or someone beautiful.

Why bother wearing pants when I don’t have any balls? “But real gangsta-ass (people) don’t flex nuts” as the song goes. It’s so not the time I know, in a variety of ways. Didn’t stop me yesterday, though, so here we go. Here I am putting money down, and for what? Boobs, Butts, Bare Naked as always but would settle for at least a conversation. I’m sorry, Inspector Echo, for the belt that’s coming soon. The lost bucks and boob obsession. Willing Big Boy Pants.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 338 ~The Long Walk Will~

Should I have joined the protest… to be honest, it would be better than what I’m doing right now. I can’t fight for my own life, and here’s the plight of people who look just like me. “The Long Walk Will,” no I sit here until the Day Job calls, again

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Log 338 ~The Long Walk Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and do you know why that is? First and foremost, because I sit my ass down and write, pardon my language. The second involves bedrooms or more to the point pretty girls in the bed. Inspector Echo I still don’t have body issues, and I haven’t entirely given up the idea of Onlyfans. Now that leads me to the third reason, I should be the man “standing” behind the camera. Needless to say, I don’t want to take another damn step.

As Detective Del Spooner would say, “Stop cussing, go home.” What, Inspector Echo, you didn’t think I knew other members of law enforcement. Yes, I’m counting the movie I, Robot. Do you know what I don’t need to number? The days this week, my footsteps. While I’m speaking of films, though, I wish I could say something profound like in the movie Just Looking (1999). You know how Lenny’s Dad said, I don’t sell shoes, I sell journeys. I’m all for doing that with my books. God, Inspector Echo, feet turn me right off, yuck. However, I’m trying not to kink shame. For me, it’s feet, unless you count My Dæmon, I love his little paws. Anyway for Al Bundy it was ahem “Big” women. Another shoe salesman. Now don’t get me started on women like Momokun, Katie Cummings (in specific videos). I haven’t spoken to Cherry in so long.

Forgive me for looking at something higher than feet Inspector Echo. By the time you’re reading this, the Day Job has wrecked me, no doubt. Don’t chase money. It’s what all my motivations say, but I’m still here instead of choosing my purpose, women once again. What about more movies and more books, like Judge Dredd? Writing a book is starting to feel like the “Long Walk.” I use my words to keep the law rather than go outside breaking it. Richard Bachman, aka Stephen King, wrote The Long Walk. Isn’t the internet so beautiful? Anyway, three more tidbits about feet which I’ll need to survive this week. I love my lists, so one, adding to my fetish for thigh highs, stockings, leggings, I like ruffle socks. Taking a walk in my past, speaking of stories Shusaku and Isaku. Finally, if you’re going through Hell, keep walking. So I’m sorry.

Sorry I’m not protesting too, laziness The Long Walk Will.

I Will Have No Fear