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Gospel 225 ~B For I Look~

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It’s been 11 days, and not one has passed without me in tears. What I’ve read has only served as a reminder that you’re not here, and yet what do I do. As always, refill the water and, on the other, dust off my nightstand for everything. B For I Look

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Gospel 225 ~B For I Look~

Just Me Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Mine… are you looking at McDonald’s or my shoes, the door outside, or my face.

I’m looking for you everywhere. Probably one of the reasons I keep crying because I’m scared I won’t see you again. I slept a bit late today and jumped. Only you can’t go missing… your meds still in the bottle. Your water once again I refilled. A treat, 11 now. I can still smell you all around, your bed and mine, my hoodie. I feel you wrapped around my legs. My hands, sometimes it’s like I’ve dropped something, and then I remember. I would give anything to share a fry with you. I would have called the silence the worst. Nope, it was that final look we shared. I still don’t know if it was goodbye, a why, a sigh as you left me here.

Yet I keep looking for you. Maybe you’re in the backyard though I haven’t opened those doors since you’ve been gone. Every morning I climb out of the shower expecting you in your bed. At night you’d be outside the bathroom whining. Hated evening showers. Braxton, I haven’t been on my knees once to look under the bed, to clean your bathroom pad, or to talk to God. Of course, that third one didn’t happen too often. If I were looking to the divine, I would turn to you. I was blind, and now I see. Only where’d you go. Rainbow Bridge seems to be the consensus. Heaven. I swear I looked for you in the sky yesterday, and it’s been raining ever since B.

If I could see you again, you would be right here with me. Right by my side, walked and full of treats. Wondering why I got up late as I’m still typing. When You were young, you’d going tearing around and about. I’d find your favorite toy, throw it around. Now Braxton, where do I find you? Give me strength as I find the pendant I had made for you. Yesterday you were in a bag, your life, everything I’ve known or wanted to, sitting next to me. You’re on my nightstand picture frame, name plaque stuck to a box. Braxton, you’re on a card in words of doctors and friends, second BFF your grandma. Only you’re not lost, I know B For I Look.

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Gospel 218 ~Eyes Have It Will~

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First off, I won’t be talking to Dirty Diana anymore. Thursdays are now for Braxton, well, every day, but I wanted to talk to him today. There would have never been enough time as I sat there or when he was here with me. Eyes Have It Will he is.

Thursday, February 4, 2021

Gospel 218 ~Eyes Have It Will~

Just Me Baby B,
I’m sorry! It’s like I ordered onion rings instead of fries. The way your eyes would light up; Braxton, your eyes.

Your grandma says I should remember the “happy” times. I’m trying, but that doesn’t really mean anything, does it? The look you gave me knowing that. “Daddy, can we go home?” You struggled, but always, you were so strong, never wanting me to worry. Did you understand as you walked along to your water bowl? When the assistant, carried you. As we sat there waiting. “I don’t like it here. Why are you crying? Let’s go home.” I should have told them, give me those last few days. Fuck my job, fuck everything, and have you stay because all you wanted was to come home. At least I keep telling myself that. And you are here, the moment I returned and saw your gate waiting.

Were you looking towards those pearly ones or The Rainbow Bridge? You didn’t even look at your leg; they taped up for…Braxton, you looked at me. It’s been that way, always and forever. Since your syrupy face days. When I was a troll still living with my parents. Every morning you would run to the gate, my little Cerberus. You’d come back, “aren’t you proud dad, huh dad.” When I would come back from the Day Job and fall into bed. You’d nuzzle me and turn towards the door. I’d find you sitting there on the end of the bed, waiting for any sign of life. I knew before she even said the words. I knew. Your eyes, that spark, our time together, “He’s gone.”

Betrayal, Bad News, Be Alive, B III, please like before. Only the words wouldn’t come, and what could they do now. What could I do? That final look somehow encompasses everything. “Why can’t I stay?” “You Bastard!” “But Daddy?” “Goodbye.” It made it, I don’t know what, as I walked along. Your bed, collar, toy, leash, hoodie, and everyone saw. You were looking, I know. Despite all these things that I have done, it’s as if the world vanished. For some reason, I looked to the sky, and in the sun, it was like you were looking right at me, saying, “I’m still here, Daddy, it’s okay.” I believe you…

“Be good, Daddy. I love you. Make good decisions.” Watch over me, Braxton, I shall try. Eyes Have It, Will.

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Gospel 211 ~Say The Word Willie~

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What’s the good word? I’m serious, give me just one, but you know something, nevermind. I refuse to be “that guy,” so I simply don’t say anything but then again, here we are. Paranoia, Guilt, Anxiety, Depression, Say The Word Willie, mind if I search

Thursday, January 28, 2021

Gospel 211 ~Say The Word Willie~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I’m allowed to have a big mouth. Hell, this entire week has been a wake-up call that I have nothing, nothing, nothing, um, sorry Whitney. I would be much better off going and watching Whitney Wright Prom Night. There lies the problem Dirty Diana one of several. At the core lies the fact that I haven’t been fapping in… wow, has it been thirty days? I might be impressed with myself if I wasn’t so fucked up. No, my dear, not with drugs, alcohol, or even love. Words.

Shakespeare asked the question, “what’s in a name?” In this day and age, everything. I’ve gone from wanting to be as infamous as the Marquis De Sade one day to what exactly? Either some delusions of grandeur with my paranoia. Perhaps I’ve been right all along, sadly. Fuck, it’s not like I’m Pornhub or XVideos, and I’ve been hearing a lot about them lately. To be honest, I was upset that they wiped Pornhub clean. No, not like that. I had plenty of shit I wanted to take. XVideos ain’t any safer, to be sure, and I figured I’d made mistakes. Republican Tendencies, like the former President. Did I ever mention I have Russian ties or know something about Ukraine? Already you can pick out which words get you flagged. You can pick one to end you. What was mine?

It depends on how much I want you to hate me. As I said, I can pick a name, Whitney, Hannah, Alissa. Why not Tifa, Aerith, Judy, Panam. I guess you can tell where I’ve been spending my time. Not porn… well, not really, my collections and Youtube, oh yeah, Marz. Delete, Deletion, Recycle Bin, Erase, for fuck sake, I’ve been imagining destroying every device in the house. Well, short of the phone. Would that be enough? I only need to look at my library, both my writings and others. Didn’t I say I’m reading Succubus Lord 8? Once again, another week of not being sexy because I don’t feel it. I have a hard-on like you wouldn’t believe, so what would that make me? A pervert, a creep, I can think of much worse, you know why, Dirty Diana?

GUILT!!! With eyes wide open and what can I do now but keep breathing. It ain’t another day anymore. It’s Breathing. Say The Word Willie.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 204 ~Will Looks Past Tit~

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Usually, I don’t understand why I sleep so much… well, other than being a lazy ass. I never cherished every FREE breath, more like I was looking at boobs. Now the only legs I worry about are mine running. Wil Looks Past Tit, but not anyone else would

Thursday, January 21, 2021

Gospel 204 ~Will Looks Past Tit~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but would that be enough to buy a Presidential Pardon. Oh, right, we have the new guy whose wife I haven’t seen naked. Uh, a daughter I haven’t thought about while “choking the bishop’. Speaking of nocturnal emissions and music to my ears, I can’t say I’ve been doing much of either, well this week.

Now, sure, I spent twenty minutes “getting it up” to wake up. Still, I’m not in a “Love Me Sexy” mood. I’ve found the only thing that gets me going more than sex is fear. Of what, you may ask?

That I still cannot say but all this week, let’s say I found the motivation. Now I won’t lie to you, Dirty Diana, I’m a nice guy… Ha. I suppose it’s KARMA that I’ve sent women running. Hell, I’ve taken off myself plenty. Only now, it’s like I’m sprinting uncontrollably. You should see me at the Day Job, for example. Everyone disappeared for a bit, which is okay with me, usually. Anyway, with no one around, I expected any minute to see the boys in blue. I hear there’s someone on the phone, and I imagine it’s them making arrangements. I set my watch thinking like something out of Baker Street; Just one more “hour,” and then you’d be happy. I’m never happy, though. As much as I’m for PDQ, Dogging, and full-on Exhibition, it’s this (sigh) PARANOIA that is fucking me up. Can’t relax.

I can’t even talk to Indiana Gone about it… “she won’t love me anymore.” People have been talking about The Big Lie this week. In “The Road,” Viggo Mortensen spoke about “The Great Fear.” Yes, I know it’s a book, and that’s another thing, I’m reading Eric Vall’s “Succubus Lord 7.” Anyway, what will I call my crime? Something to the tune of The Mass Shame, an original title. How about V For Vendetta, The “Hmm-Hmm” Inconvenience. The first one is a movie, of course, and the second is my favorite but even using the real word reveals too much. Isn’t that saying something? I never had a problem coming up to the line, stepping towards the edge, staring into the abyss. I will bend the rules, even break them, but what happened last week…

Am I so desperate to be a wanted man? AM I!!! Will Looks Past Tit

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 197 ~Will Becomes A Dictator~

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Dictator’s minds are all over the place, and while I’m not taking over the world, I’ve been flipping over so many pretty girls lately. Why can’t I make a decision, I ask you? “Will Becomes A Dictator” cause I want’em all, those “Girls, Girls, Girls.”

Thursday, January 14, 2021

Gospel 197 ~Will Becomes A Dictator~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still say loud and proud Fuck Donald Trump FDT. He ain’t near my type, though. I’d cum all over Ivanka but not so much Melania. Tomi Lahren and Kayleigh McEnany, are also on my “Do Me” list. Republicans… Now I believe I should apologize if I sound a bit like an asshole, crass, perverted. It’s been a long, hard, fucking twenty days of NO FAP, so get used to me saying fuck a lot. I await what Grammarly will think. It’s why I would make a good Dictator.

Well, decisions, decisions, I either make poor ones or none at all, For example, Black or White. I guess I am becoming a republican as I love me a white woman. At the same time Lacey Duvalle, Jenna Foxx, Cassidy Banks. Ask me about the hard call; where’s my dick been? Besides choosing between blondes and brunettes. Don’t get me started on other colors. Every morning I’ve been edging away to a bikini beach babe.

On the other hand, I always figured I’d end up fucking away what’s left of my life with a brunette, actually. Since I’m an old man, and all, how about choosing between MILF’s and schoolgirls (legal age). You know, in life, I have fucked around with plenty of MILF’s that no longer talk to me. It’s like General Hospital Olivia Falconeri or Kristina Corinthos-Davis SIGH.

Of course, this was before I wanted to do unspeakable things to Molly Lansing-Davis. Haley Pullos, “the perfect woman… the Goddess.” Or (drool) Christina Marie Masterson? Um, I could be a fucking fanboy chasing “Lily” from AT&T, Milana Vayntrub. Interestingly enough, when it comes down to the woman I want to marry, you only need to look at my last novel. Win William Bridgman married a woman inspired by (drumroll) Sabrina Nichole. Need I say more, like get Alycia Debnam-Carey to fuck me then marry.

As you can see, my mind has been all over the place that I can’t decide what to talk about. There’s Tifa Lockhart vs. Aerith Gainsborough. You know Vanilla sex in comparison to BDSM or my personal favorites. I wanted to bring up big tits vs. small. Fuck I can only be as decisive as I was this morning. I love Boobs. Feet still gross me out. So me becoming worthwhile… Will Becomes A Dictator.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 190 ~Mounting Vague Assumptions Will~

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Well, I saw some “adult situations.” But Trump ain’t much of a man. Am I? A new year and let’s just say that the Capitol got all sorts of F’s for failure and something else. At least Biden got certified, but my future. Mounting Vague Assumptions Will

Thursday, January 7, 2021

Gospel 190 ~Mounting Vague Assumptions Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but still, I wouldn’t be getting fucked as much as the Capitol, right? I would have said something, but I spoke damn early. That’s how I am right now. Oh, the tiniest thing will get me off. Or the biggest (boobs), even the tightest, hmm.

Mounting up upon a New Year or not? Take, for example, the books I’ve been reading. I finished “The Island,” which had nothing but a kiss. Chris Dietzel’s “A Different Alchemy” won’t be a tremendous orgy. Amazon recommended “Breasteses” this morning as if worried ha. Mound in my sweatpants and everything, but I wanted to talk to you. Okay, I’m lying. If the internet was working correctly, I would be stealing Love Wolf Vids from Xvideos. The next big thing with my monster. Creatures and girls. Is that my new fetish? I mean, um, tentacles. Mouthful of wrong, Dirty Diana? I’m looking at demons and things from horror stories. I should get back to reading about Succubi. If it’s not that, I’ve been into blondes lately. Kenna James in Peeping Tom, Madison Minx in Kiss This. Forgetting Milf Dos, Cherry…

Vagrants in my Spank Bank. Of course, as the song goes, “pretty, pretty girls.” Wasn’t I crowing yesterday about finding that blonde from Pinterest? I still got no luck finding the rest of her collection. Not the time for love, but someday, a girl will give me a clean slate. “Vagabonds believe the very best,” don’t we, to sing a song. Focus on the words coming out of my lips, not the lips I want to sink my cock into. As I said, Pinterest sees it, and with all these fights around us, SIGH. Um, I said what to M. Anime last night in wanting? “Vagina” pussy, my as well scream it out as if I were Peggy Hill. One anime character I don’t want to fuck. Hell, that will keep me grounded for a few minutes more. Yes, and the thought of feet. I’ll never get that fetish ever.

Asshole, some people will call me, but I’ve heard worse. Do you want to know a secret, Dirty Diana? Never been in one, well, not my dick anyway. This month, something to shoot for if I’m keeping up with my New Year’s Resolutions these days. Already spending my stimulus surviving. Sex… MOUnting VAGue ASSumptions Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 183 ~Bang And A W…~

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Some people want life to be a musical or rock opera, maybe a rom-com. Personally, I want mine to be a video game or a porno. It’s been “Cyberpunk 2077” but not on the PS5, if you know what I mean. Bang And A W… hopefully next year

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Gospel 183 ~Bang And A W…~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and a fucking dominant. Yeah, I mean that as both nature and action. Now I like being in control. That’s why I learn all I can. Also, much like Ariela Ramera in “Dirty Latina Maids” (a personal fave), “I Love To Fuck.” Um, this year… As I confessed yesterday, I haven’t had sex at all this year. I’m feeling like Jamie from Claire Thompson’s “No Safeword.” There hasn’t been anything sexy, and yet everyone got fucked. Damn, I’ve had my cock in my hand much too often. New Year’s Resolutions?

Of those, I made last year “Log 188 ~Bold, Willing, And Able~” which was 13 total. I accomplished three, giving me a year’s score of 27.9% out of 120%. Oh, if that ain’t an F. Christian Grey said that he fucks hard. What can I say? Today deserves better, Diana. Only should I give you my Fuck-It List in one way or another. Dear Dirty Diana, if I told you every sexual act I wanted to commit, we might never leave. It would be worse if I told you everything I don’t want to do in life. Look at my Pinterest boards, oh yeah, locked. Much like Dennis Hof, I wouldn’t stop until I was in the ground, but at least today, I’ll give you the rundown. Um, at least three of my Resolutions were all about my dick. That’s surprising. Seeing how I still like the song Thirteen Women (And Only One Man In Town), they’ll be Thirteen goals.

  1. I AM Visiting The Moonlite Bunny Ranch
  2. I AM Taking A Tour Of Several Brothels
  3. I AM Producing An Adult Film For Sale
  4. I AM In A Relationship or Sleeping With A Girl At Least Once A Month
  5. I AM Having Sex In A Public Space
  6. I AM Having Sex With Sisters, Separate And Together
  7. I AM Participating In An Orgy
  8. I AM Adding A Movie On An Adult Site
  9. I AM Purchasing A Sex Doll
  10. I AM Selling An Erotic Novel
  11. I AM Having Sex While Busy, (Blow Job Under The Table, Driving, Sex In A Closet)
  12. I AM Trying One Of My Soft Limits
  13. ???

Yet today, as the year ends, I’m trying to keep it in my pants… But no Bang And A W…

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 176 ~Will’s Christmas List IV~

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What does it profit a man, to gain the whole world, and lose his soul? I’m not a man of faith, but my mom taught me some. While she’s not alone in the world, I’m hoping to be a better man than Dad. Will’s Christmas List IV means I’ll need a good girl

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Gospel 176 ~Will’s Christmas List IV~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I have it all, the BOOKS, written and bought with all the BUCKS. If I were going to spend the holidays in bed, would it be in a BROTHEL? That’s where Dennis Hof spent his, but no. This Christmas, I want a BABE. Well, “She doesn’t look a thing like Jesus,” ha-ha. A baby girl, a baby doll. Yesterday I asked was I looking for love? It would be a Christmas Miracle or Hell if I had her here now; I could take care of everything else for me and mine for sure.

A woman that would let me read as I please. What, I could be reading a Playboy or something, but my current reading has been:

Christmas Reading

  1. The Christmas Pickup by Abby Knox
  2. Mason’s Winter by C.M. Steele
  3. Baby It’s Cold Outside by Dani Wyatt
  4. The Christmas Wife by Elizabeth Kelly

At the same time, yeah, I want to produce those “girly magazines,” but I’m damn sure my angel (shudders) won’t be a “Centerfold.” I want a woman all to myself, and I only know two virgins. Don’t ask because today should be HAPPY, Christmas Eve.

Not sounding very sexy so far, but if we got into everything I’m into… So I pay women to strip and masturbate. I’ve got three artists I’m bankrolling and have paid others for this or that. You know how I want to make my money in the end, right? Writing every perverted, depraved, sick thought in my mind. I would at least have an excuse if I was fucking some girl on Christmas Eve and into Christmas Day. It worked for Bear, Mason, Vix, and while Deacon hasn’t fucked the heroine yet… Was I going to say I ain’t asking for much? I mean, seriously.

It’s not writing dirty books, having more money than God, or owing a brothel. Again I need a woman whose heart is big enough to accept all of me. Yeah, with a pretty mouth, a small slit, and nothing against anal. Also, she’s going to be the mother of my children one day. Tell me such a woman exists that I could bang her brains out, and right about now, she would be cooking breakfast?

More books, bucks, and broads for brothels but only one babe. Will’s Christmas List IV.

I Will Have More Fear

Log 366 ~The Biggest Willie Ever~

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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