Gospel 036 ~Six Feet Of Will~

Last week I talked some about PMO, uh yeah back to square one or day one and what about MILFs Uno, Dos, and now Tres. One doesn’t speak to me, two blocked me, and three, I’m living on a prayer. “Six Feet Of Will,” hell seven inches or more.

Thursday, August 6, 2020

Gospel 036 ~Six Feet Of Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so you wouldn’t think I’d be so forgetful. From the look of past conversations, this day would seem unimpressive. Dirty Diana, it’s only “Another Day,” as I would say at the Day Job. Today though, is the day I realized I lost her. The Basic Bitch and as usual, this was at night while my dick was hard. If only I knew then my days would get harder. It was the same with the Rainbow Girl, MILF Dos and more. So today, why not talk about the things that shouldn’t get me hot and bothered.

Of course, there are my enemies… Well, I shouldn’t call them that, I mean it’s not like I hate them. As I said, today was a bit off, and I found the Basic Bitch by accident. I bet she would get off knowing that I still ogle her body. It would probably disgust MILF Dos. I remember being in the shower, thinking about her in her sports bras. All the time, moaning “Dirty Mom Tits.” I actually have pictures of those fantastic Yabbos she sent. While Okay and Cherry never officially blocked me, I have a picture of Okay naked. Hell, I would kill to see Cherry’s Yabbos, no doubt.

Speaking of friends, I have seen or wanted to see naked. I was so close to M Anime. One of these days she’s going to wind up hating me. Can I say how annoying it is when girls talk to you like you’re their gay best friend sometimes? No problem with gay people, only I’m not. MILF Tres doesn’t treat me as such. For the record, Okay is MILF Uno, Capital A is MILF Dos; (killing me with that body of hers). Special K (cereal or Breakin’ movies) is MILF Tres. I got a shot at fucking her… I hope.

After women who more than likely hate my guts and moms, what’s left? There are dirty stories that happen to be true. I talked about Court once, one more reason I couldn’t be a cop. Do you remember Rainey Summer Day from The Five? Yeah, that was fiction, but I still FAP to her stories, mainly fucking her “step-dad” reverse cowgirl (drools). Sigh, like Trump, I can’t talk about Russia…

Oh yeah, I still want to have a threesome to have Six Feet Of Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 034 ~Will Hits New Lowe’s~

Last night, yet again different woman, same situation as in me, saying something I shouldn’t have. My kid and I hate sudden loud noises, but everyone seems to hate anything I have to say. “Will Hits New Lowe’s,” how do I soundproof my life?

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Gospel 034 ~Will Hits New Lowe’s~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so we have our home with our own private beach. We also have a house out in the woods with a crystal blue lake out front. Now keeping in mind that I can’t swim. You also know how I am about feet. There’s also the fact that while I don’t hate sand, like Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader. I only tolerate it… Okay, let me start over because I’m putting my foot in my mouth. Let’s talk about something like household repair, hmm.

Yeah, what would I know about that? I’m only looking to make noise, I guess. Much like my writing, I’m more about looking the part. I need a decent pair of work boots because I’m sure I’ll do a lot of stomping around, running away. Hell, one will end up in my ass. Excuse my language, Baby Doll, me and my big mouth, and that’s my problem. Last night I talked about never lying to you. There are things I don’t want to tell you. No matter what, though, I always end up hurting you, even texting. Might as well have a clean phone. As the song goes, Love Is An Open Door, yet I need more of them and locks. What, am I trying to find someplace to hide from you Love? Like the horror movies I love, the monster gets the girl or the hero, and I’m not sure which I am on any given day. I’m trying to build us a home.

One more reason I’m a billionaire, so I can pay someone else to do it. I’m sure I could use a paintbrush only don’t hold me to that. Christian Grey’s playroom shone red, but with ours, I want to “Paint It, Black.” The only time I don’t worry about words, albeit a safeword. You know how “chains and whips excite me” well, us isn’t that right, Baby Girl. The things I want to learn for both of us. I can’t change a tire; I know a little bit about changing the oil. I’m nobody when it comes to plumbing… in a house. I love my firstborn like pancakes, but I couldn’t build a doghouse. I’m no farmer, but with things as of now, I’m going to have to learn more than growing black roses too.

Not avoiding you Love but talking Will Hits New Lowe’s.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 029 ~When Will Finds Pieces~

As the song goes, don’t know what you got till it’s gone. Is that what “PMO” is to me? It’s been nearly a whole month, not that I’m missing the “P” part but MO are driving me up the wall. Give me some peace or a piece. When Will Finds Peace

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Gospel 029 ~When Will Finds Pieces~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but there is still no peace to be found. As always, I remain greedy as all Hell. There’s always more girls to love or more girl to love. Only it is not this day Dirty Diana. Now before I get all into “sexy time,” I’m 32 Days into NO FAP.

Yesterday I was all into Yabbos, Tits, Dirty Pillows um Dirty Mom Tits, and yes, I still miss MILF Dos. The fact is, these days I’m noticing every part of a girl. Usually, I’m one for the whole package, and isn’t that how it should be? Still going this long… hell, it’s like I’m appreciating every bit of a girl. I was even looking at Cherry’s nail polish, and all I have been thinking about are hand-jobs and cumming on a pretty face. I don’t know why I thought this up, but my mind pulled Jaime Pressly out from that movie Ringmaster. It could have been from DOA: Dead or Alive. Dirty Diana, I can’t quite put my finger on it, other than the fact she was with black guys in both. Make no mistake Dirty Diana. I will always be a breast man. It is sweet, albeit infuriating when you have so many places you want to cum, though.

Which brings me to Momokun. Yes, I want to fuck her, but nine out of ten, she is reminding me of Cherry. I would tell you who MILF Dos reminds me of, but do I really want that exposure? Anyway, bigger is better, or so THEY say. The strange thing is, every submissive outfit I buy is for someone, Tifa Lockhart’s, Aerith Gainsborough’s, Cindy Aurum’s size. Yes, I’ve been lost in Final Fantasy Porn again even tonight. However, maybe I do that because I really want to see Cherry’s Yabbos, so why bother buying clothes?

Because it brings me peace? I’ve often brought up Dark Notes and how Emeric Marceaux bought stuff for Ivory when he couldn’t have her. Rainey Summer Day drove a plethora of men crazy. Again someone said that a girl should make your dick hard and not your life. M Anime has undoubtedly been doing that when it comes to my dick at least. Mention sex and see how quickly a man will respond… my afternoon.

So many pieces big and small… When Will Finds Pieces.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 027 ~Will Manages Mattress Madness~

Are you going to ask me up, does a lady have to ask twice, I swear for Charlotte Lewis my behind would have been on the plane to Tibet but as Eddie Murphy asked, is that a bed, so where’s my bed? Will Manages Mattress Madness

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Gospel 027 ~Will Manages Mattress Madness~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so does that mean I sleep more or less? Baby Doll I am not the type of man that has to be coerced, enticed, or seduced to end up in bed. I’m like Chandler to Kee; Jim to Aurora or well… better not to name that particular movie duo, but sexy.

Of course, let me start off by saying if you don’t know these characters um, why did we get married? As for that third movie, the words “Take Me To Bed” have never been so (cue Homer Drool). Let’s just say it’s Indigo Prophecy (Lucas and Tiffany) to cover my behind. So is it the fact that I have to hold secrets that are keeping me up nightly? I wish I could say I am contemplating the mysteries of the cosmos. Is it that our bed is so bad? Hell having you by my side would mean I’m buying the best bed ever. I told someone before it’s a lot easier staying up until four in the morning than waking up then and there. Only I have to be better Baby Girl, I know, we got kids, and my firstborn is starting to get annoyed.

Maybe it’s the idea that I am living the dream. Every night I’m lost to my writing, not reading mind you. Editing is the worst part of the game, even after a successful Camp NaNoWriMo run. The ideas keep pouring in for more stories and more scenes. A man that lives his life in bedrooms sometimes and you know I don’t mean it like that. It’s more like I forget to sleep. Only then, when I do get to bed, then what. You’re not helping to look at me like that. I’m living the dream. Who has time to sleep?

I remember the Day Job and walking around like a zombie. If someone is going to say, I look tired. It might as well be because I’m doing something I love. Not working my fingers to the bone and passing out. Only to regret three hours of missed opportunities. I shouldn’t be taking anything to bed, other than you, a happy puppy, and a clear head. Clear Eyes, Full Bra, Can’t Lose… yeah, no binge-watching Wynonna Earp I know. My motivations say it never ends, becoming a champion or loving someone. Will Manages Mattress Madness.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 022 ~Will’s Male, Mail, Melanie~

With all the writing I haven’t exactly been out of my house lately. Still a cute dress from Amazon with no woman to be had, and a pizza lady that didn’t go as expect. When did I get into Latina and Puerto Rican women. “Will’s Male, Mail, and Melanie”

Thursday, July 23, 2020

Gospel 022 ~Will’s Male, Mail, Melanie~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that doesn’t give me the right to any woman. First off you have to forgive me, I’m not feeling all that sexy tonight, or more like this morning. Another 4600 words in the bank, but when did all of you turn into Lady Sophia?

Now to ask the question, no one asked why do I have my little writing brothel here? On the one hand, allow me to be the typical guy and say I like T & A. On the other side I hate the saying, “boys will be boys” stick. For once, I’m going to get political. While I wasn’t writing, I was watching all this stuff about Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC). I like her more than most politicians, and yes, truth be told I want to fuck her. The thing is much like MILF Dos. Yes, I heard you, Dirty Diana, your best Stormy Daniels impression, “Here we go.” Anyway, I’ve called women plenty of things. Still, there’s a difference between a scene and being a punk-ass Republican bastard. For the record, if you knew how many times I’ve put “fucking” and or “bitch” in my novel

In other news, I got the Tifa Lockhart dress in the mail a few days ago. I’ve been so out of it. You know with writing that I haven’t taken it out of the plastic. Not like I have any models to put it on, you know. Hell, I saw Elizabeth Rage the other day in something else from Adam & Eve but no more spending money. I’m approaching a month of NO FAP, and I’m going out of my mind. What took me so long tonight is I was stealing a sex scene between Left 4 Dead and The Last Of Us… don’t ask.

When you’re in NO FAP, this long, everything turns into a pornographic passion. I swear years ago I would have sworn I was in love with Melanie Iglesias. Nowadays it’s like everywhere I turn, even if it’s not porn, we got Rule 34. It doesn’t go with everything but most girls I see. No disrespect to the pizza lady, though. I didn’t want to make a porn with her, and all I’m worried about is the Coronavirus (COVID-19). Oh, and seeing daylight before bed again.

As far as sex though, sigh, Will’s Male, Mail, Melanie.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 020 ~Will Is Sky High~

I’m not going to make a good husband overnight, hell I’m not even much of a good man, more like a frat boy, or a kid that’s had the house to himself for a few years. So how am I ever going to get some angel? Will Is Sky High.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Gospel 020 ~Will Is Sky High~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I can promise you it won’t be for dancing. Let me go ahead and tell you, I’ll never stop using song lyrics daily. Who knows, you might get me on the dancefloor someday. For now, though, as the song goes, So if I hold you in my arms, I won’t dance. What can I say, baby girl? I still quite enjoy our Saturday morning listening sessions in bed. Only the thing I want to talk about is getting up and about and during the plague era, well easier than done?

For example, as I began, I am a billionaire, and so are you. I’ve said this before, but I’ll stop buying the cheapest sneakers that get soaked in the grass every morning. You know when I’m walking the kid. The fanciest shoes I own, I bought for my best HUMAN friend’s wedding. I’ll also remember what pants size I wear. Not trying to sound like a little boy, but I go to work, the store, and hopefully the movies. When I win an AEE award, I’ll still be wearing a pair of jeans. Now how did I dress on our wedding day? Okay, before I go all pop culture geek. I’m still going to get lost in books, both writing, and reading. I have plenty of games on my phone, and I do get distracted. Well, I did do five thousand words today for Camp NaNoWriMo, so that is something.

Speaking of which, I’ll start buying more shirts that aren’t branded with NaNoWriMo. Yes, I’m pretty proud of being a part of that. I buy you plenty of stuff, but you’re so beautiful I can’t help myself, and it could be worse… shoes (shudders). I want to have control of my health for you and the kids. I swear I’ve been meaning to see a dentist. Did I mention how much I like masks? Not funny, yeah, because I want to see some zombies. Lastly, I want to be able to tell you things, to speak out loud. People find my writing confusing, but my silence every day, for some reason, is scary. You’re not scared, are you, My Love? I’m not comparing you to a summer’s day exactly, but as I say, I love my little boy like pancakes. I love you like Star Wars. Will Is Sky High.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 015 ~Wooing What Woman Will~

Well, last week I talked about buying Final Fantasy VII… Sigh, I bought something from that game, damn you Amazon and your “order soon” warning. With my luck, any woman I end up with will be up a size, not that it’s bad. “Wooing What Woman Will”

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Gospel 015 ~Wooing What Woman Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and do you want to know why? I’ve dreamed of this. Because at the end of my day to put it simply, I’m one greedy bastard. I was going to say S.O.B., but I love and respect my mother. So this should make today’s conversation easier, killing my hard-on right.

In 1993 I would have been a nine-year-old. On that year, Whitney Houston released a cover of I’m Every Woman, again thanks, Mom. Indecent Proposal the movie also came out. What do any of my pop culture references have to do with one another? Well, my Mom was receiving her Victoria’s Secret catalogs. I didn’t start Fapping till I was older, but ladies in their underwear hmm. I could never pick only one girl, I wanted them all. Plus, even back then, I learned the value of making money. Hell, I hate people touching me now, but for “hugs,” old people would give me a dollar. Such is a promise of affection, so I’ve observed.

My closet is one immense promise of affection. I have everything from Playboy Sexy Scholar to Enchanted Bikinis Belle. I’m also adding The Little Mermaid Seafoam Dress. I have a Chinese Cheongsam Costume, a sexy Alice In Wonderland outfit, I wish I could thank MILF Dos for that one. I even have that bikini and thigh highs Teen Starlet Macey wore (cue Homer Drool). Anyway, my point is that when I have a Submissive, she can be any woman I want her to be. It’s like what tickles my peach at any given moment? Currently, you know it’s been all about dark hair, dammit MILF Dos as the song goes, I won’t go getting tired of you. Well, I’m still all about Aerith Gainsborough, Jessie Rasberry, and oh yeah Cherry. Only now, it’s Adelaide Kane from The Purge, young love.

Which brings me to Indecent Proposal. I know that everyone has a price, maybe not monetarily though that’s debatable. Take, for example, Zarah from Snowpiercer. For the record, I want to fuck her and Josie, Melanie, Ruth, Jinju, Till, and especially LJ and Alexandra. So did I miss anybody? Back to my point, another song… “And if you pay the right price, your evening will be nice, and you can go and send me on my way.” To hold such beliefs, Dirty Diana better to keep it In The Closet.

But Wooing What Woman Will?

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 013 ~He Willie Loves You~

They say diamonds are forever, what about books? I got mad at someone and gave them a piece of mind… on my way to 100,000 words. Someone else got around 50,000. The woman I’ll marry, though? Sing it with me, “A NeverEnding Story.” He Willie Loves You

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Gospel 013 ~He Willie Loves You~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now because I refuse to think otherwise. As is my love for you. If that’s the case, though, why am I still so afraid of losing it, of losing you. The past few weeks, I’ve been hurting over some loss friends… please hear me out. When people leave me, there’s no grouping of my sins, no I’m giving up on you, not even goodbye. So here I am writing the things I needed to say. When I stop, though, I mean there are no more words, links, or when I forget to check for days on end. Writers both fear and relish these two words, “The End.”

“I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.” – Geoffrey Chaucer – A Knight’s Tale

I’ve told you that writing is my dream and you are too, My Love. Only you’re here, you’re mine and novel-writing, well the words keep coming. My motivations might say you have to love the pain, a writer sits and bleeds upon the page. One day though, let’s assume the current subject matter will fall away, and they’ll be something more. You’ve watched me become one with the music, a slave to the work, a man of silence. I always say this, I’m a hard man to know. That’s one more reason I write and like smart girls, not that you should spend your life learning about me. So that’s a lie because I want to know everything about you. They say that if women came with instructions, no man would read it. Instead, Baby Girl, I choose to write it every day I can.

“Well, you know, Henry Miller said the best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature.” – 500 Days of Summer

It’s not about the money I know, but I want to write the checks and read the bills. Our kids had a library before they even knew how to spell their names. I see my firstborn with his little beard and his every hair turning gray being read to. I look upon all the love letters and poems that I wrote to you. No, you didn’t throw them away, laugh, or use them in a court case at some point, I wonder. You read my book and see those words The End or hell To Be Continued, and you ask how many words will it take? With one, it might take 50,000 thank you, NaNoWriMo. Another might take double or triple. You, My Love, are the song on repeat, my new dream. You, My Baby Doll, will be my never-ending story. He Willie Loves You.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 008 ~Gaming Drives Will Nuts~

One more week, and what have I done with it? Have I written, read, and if I were going to goof off, why not fire up the PS4. Hell, I’m lucky Far Cry 5 doesn’t have sex, but I’m about to buy Final Fantasy VII for umm “reasons.” Gaming Drives Will Nuts

Thursday, July 9, 2020

Gospel 008 ~Gaming Drives Will Nuts~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I should have plenty of time for gaming. Hell, what have I done today besides playing The Walking Dead: No Man’s Land, and Call me a LEGEND. I’ve also continued to fantasize about Final Fantasy VII, and I discovered yet another artist, QOCWorkblog. For all the complaining, I want to do about MILF Dos and Cherry. I was an idiot with M Anime this morning. The last thing I need is a plethora of real Yabbos. Then again, why was I so lazy today?

I’m sure I’ve told you my story of how I wanted to see Ayeka Masaki Jurai naked. Well, more to the point, I wanted to see her covered in cum. It’s a bit ironic, all my life trying to get girls naked, but what’s my fetish? As the song goes, “I, got a fetish for fuckin you witcha skirt on.” These days it seems I pay more for persona over the person. Look, TRUST is a big deal when it comes to a Dom and a Sub. The thing is no one does, and I can’t blame them. Now, this isn’t sex-related because I don’t “swing that way,” but this guy asked yesterday to cut the grass. I agreed, but did I trust him? To quote yet another song, “And my mind, my gun they comfort me.” Nothing happened though, nice guy, did his job, I paid, and he left. If I have learned anything, it’s that Yabbos complicate things.

It’s why I have been focusing on disks, phones, and art. One way or another, a girl ends up on her back, but these girls aren’t real. To be sure if they were AHEM, Vault Girls, for example, yeah, I’d be done for. These game girls stay in character; people create histories for them. I haven’t read Too Late by Colleen Hoover in forever. I did read that comic I bought from Affect3D yesterday and today, which explains my lateness besides living NO FAP. I’m about to reach Day Eleven, and Momokun Cosplay was about to break me. Gamer girls get me Dirty Diana, but may I confess something. Partway through, I covered her face and imagined her Yabbos belonged to Cherry. Yeah, I’m still not writing for Camp NaNoWriMo.

People say games make psychos, some are making me perverted, so Gaming Drives Will Nuts.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 006 ~Look Ma, No Wills~

And this ladies and gentlemen will explain why I create playlists and listen to audiobooks on a road trip. Because you don’t want to be stuck listening to me, but better yet, can we stay home? Look Ma, No Wills

Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Gospel 006 ~Look Ma, No Wills~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but how do I keep it together from one dollar to the next? In my businesses for once, I’m running towards and not away from. Yet with so much beauty in the world, you take my breath away. My Love how I wish I could come up with something like the song or the movie line, “You Make Me Better,” or “As Good As It Gets.” For now, though, all I want to do is shut-up. We both know the next words out of my mouth will be more songs and films. Also, the things I want to say to you is as always pretty confusing.

It’s like riding a unicycle. Hell, I would prefer that to a walk on eggshells or broken glass. My life has been spent trying not to say the wrong thing. Along with that, I get bombarded by people asking me or telling me I have to speak. Next thing you know, I’m BELITTLED, BLOCKED, or behind BARS. The things I say in our bedroom at times, what must you think of me, baby girl? I’m sure it was worse when we first met. Which should I be more ashamed of, hmm? I never learned how to ride my bike, and yet I wanted to be one of the Biker Boyz. How about the fact that I didn’t know the first thing about talking to you? Somehow I learned. Better men have sung, I’ll Do It For You and if you ever did want that motorcycle-riding bad boy, well My Love.

I would be glad to be the man who can fix a flat tire for you for now. To have such big dreams and it’s the simple things like breathing that I find so difficult. It’s being the focus of anyone. That’s what you are to me, and here’s another song, “you are my fire, the one desire.” You married me, gave me a family, and a home, and I dare to ask even more. To listen, to hear, to understand. Well, I know I don’t make that easy baby doll. I keep on rolling along, not knowing if we’re lost, how fast I’m going, what’s going to make me stop. When I stop talking, though, what do I expect, will you know me any better. How I hope every day; Look Ma, No Wills.

I Will Have No Fear