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Log 358 ~Will Schedule You In~

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Do you think there’s some woman out there thinking she’s going to change my life forever? For the worse, maybe, but aren’t I the same? One day though, I won’t be the guy in the mask, plain or ski. I’ve never worn a fedora either. Will Schedule You In

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Log 358 ~Will Schedule You In~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what time did it happen? When is the best time to become a father? As much of traditionalist as I am, I’m not one for dinner at 6:00 PM. I don’t want to be someone working a nine to five. With my aspirations, I want to play for twelve hours. You ask me about our family, though. At present, I wake up at 4:00 AM ever morning. Yeah, I’ll offer Dr. Eric Thomas my apologies because 3:00 AM kills me. Hell Baby Girl, if I ever become one to schedule when we make love, feel free to shoot me. Wanting you is an all the time thing; you know me.

One of those other things you know, though, is I’m a stickler for time. When it comes to us, though, well, there’s this thing called forever. I look at our children and being a writer and all, should I say always. At this very moment, I see my firstborn, and still, I haven’t seen his every little hair turn gray. He has a beard, but he’s only growing up. That’s what I’m still trying to do My Love. There are twenty-four hours in each of our days. Only I want to give you more time every minute, every hour, every day. Dare some call this obsession, but why not? I gave a whole week to my depression, and yes, I’m still not over it, I’m afraid to say. Why do I stay up so late? Didn’t someone say, don’t go to bed angry? I’ve talked about having twenty seconds of insane courage as the movie goes. In exchange, I want to offer you a lifetime of happiness, my baby doll.

Only nobody can schedule the hurt… well, a certain kind of hurt mind you. I don’t know the next time I’m going to be afraid. What about the next friend that will send me into a spiral-like last week? I’m becoming a bit like Captain Hook and his fear of clocks. I might even understand how some Christians talk about God’s good all the time. You are My Goddess. As another song goes, I only think of you on Two Occasions. Of course, those are called Night and Day. I never planned on being scary like with you know who. I didn’t plan on loving you, wifey, but one day I said to myself, My Love, Will Schedule You In.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 353 ~Will You Be Sexy~

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Da Ya Think I’m Sexy… one more question, no woman is answering any time soon unless I went to my ever-dwindling list of friends. Despair, Depravity, and Desire have turned many off, but I am trying. Will You Be Sexy

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Log 353 ~Will You Be Sexy~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I won’t be spending money today? It’s what I keep telling myself, Dirty Diana. Hell, I know for a fact that money Can’t Buy Me, Love. Who was looking for love? SIGH, what about friendship? Don’t be STUPID, Will.

I’m trying Dirty Diana, Do or Do Not, am I right? I can see what’s going on in the world. Last night I was watching Deacons for Defense. I could go and watch Selma and Just Mercy for free right now. Instead, I want to pay to see tits. As Michael Jackson put it, She’s Out of My Life. Keep it In The Closet, these desires which led me to Enchanted Bikinis and Interesting Soul. I haven’t bought anything for my submissive wardrobe in quite some time. Again, Dirty Diana, I’m not the typical guy. Sure, I’d fuck Dillion Harper (right off the top of my head). Anyway, I would, but I’d like to know who her parents are. Jennifer Lawrence is a favorite, but I rather have Katniss Everdeen. Yes, Dirty Diana, I’m all for the naked form, but I do have a clothing fetish, as you can see.

Last week wasn’t I talking about my “superpower” to get girls to take off their clothes. I’m not a hero, I’ve told you, but dare I call myself a puppet master. Now I like girls tied up, preferably by their own clothes. How about the fact that I’m looking at sex dolls once again? Talk about stimulating the economy. Ever since Saturday, I haven’t felt anything but sick. As far as NO FAP is concerned, it’s been 28 days, and the porn still comes and goes. It’s like looking at toys through a store window.

Speaking of the red light district, which I was reminded of recently. The real world continues to get in the way. I keep my streak of never paying to HAVE SEX but the realm of possibility? I need an emotional connection, and there is nothing there. Yeah, I’m still taking the MILF Dos loss hard. I said earlier this week I got rid of all her pictures on my phone. Now her collection rest along with everything else in The Motherload. I’m a pretty pathetic man, and not so sexy. The Law of Attraction, right Dirty Diana because in this life, Will You Be Sexy.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 351 ~Someday WILL Meet Again~

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I am a hard man to know but an easy one to say no to. If my wife tells me she rather not know, I’d understand because every woman before her and the way I live… let’s just say plenty wish they never met me, and to my wife. “Someday WILL Meet, Again.”

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Log 351 ~Someday WILL Meet Again~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still stress over losing one dollar. For the Love of Money as the song goes. For the Love of You, and then there’s my vision. It’s hard sometimes to remember where every dollar goes, which was the first. I can always share my dream. From when I was a little boy, lying in my aunt’s room, writing out words. I ran to her when I was done and asked, “what have I wrote?” “It’s your name,” my aunt replied. Hell from looking at my mother’s Victoria Secret catalogs. To searching Ayeka and Ryoko, and having a Hentai filled binder.

Your love, though, baby girl… for the life of me, I haven’t a clue how I found you. I can’t imagine what I’d do without you. So here I am, Stuck In The Middle With You. Yeah, I can’t promise I’ll stop with the music, you know how I’ve felt since Saturday. Don’t be jealous. It’s a different love, and you know how I long for my dream, my work, not talking about the Day Job. I’ve told you before, I’m not STUPID (shudders) enough to forget our anniversary. Um, your birthday, Valentine’s, Mother’s Day.

I’m only wracking my brain trying to remember the exact moment we met, why I didn’t scare you off. We can’t ignore the fact that I’m a black man living in America. Not blaming My “Blackness.” The way I’ve screwed up with other women is with my utter STUPIDITY. All my fault, including the following:

  1. The D ― Poetry. Gave it to her
  2. Sweetness ― Poetry and built a blog
  3. The Harmonic War ― The Harm of a Cookie
  4. All That Jazz ― A note on her car
  5. Basic Bitch ― SKEEVY concepts on her blog
  6. Rainbow Girl ― Pokémon and Crazy Town’s “Butterfly”
  7. Okay ― Keep My Hands To Myself…
  8. Cherry ― Poetry and a whole novel
  9. MILF Dos ― Offered her money, said Hello

What am I trying to do, give you a reason to leave? I want to be the man you married, which is the best version of myself I’ve ever been. All I know right now is since Saturday, I have been reminded of the worse. “But, darling, Stay With Me.” You’re here now, no beginning and no end. I needn’t say, Someday WILL Meet Again.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 346 ~When Will Got Bunk’d~

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Oh, the things I want to do in bed, well maybe three things, sex, sleep, and anything and everything to keep the story going, though what writing have I been sharing this week? Words can work, like any other sex toy. “When Will Got Bunk’d?”

Thursday, June 11, 2020

Log 346 ~When Will Got Bunk’d~

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Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now and should have thought about that title. Well, how much is the WWE worth, and if you recall, they named a team, The Submission Sorority. Now you know I’m no genius, but I knew that was a porn title. Anyway, as glad as I am that Peyton Roi List is of legal age because I want to fuck her, let’s stick to my writing. Yes, I know I want to form a company grander than the WWE or Disney someday ha. Only where to begin? How about the business of making people want to fuck?

Guys like me, hell, I’m a guy like me. The thing is I forgot, let’s say my “Superpower.” I was only reminded of it last night. I’ve said before, much as Dennis Hof preached about having sex. Then immediately searching for the next party. How to fucking stay awake, well by fucking. So I haven’t been laid in quite sometime hmm, and how is NO FAP going, you ask? 22 days, 21 hr, 7 min, 24 sec so almost a month. I was ready to break yesterday when I was reminded of Dollydicker’s pretty little tennis star. To be fair, I was working on something for MILF Dos. That’s what clued me in of the power these fingers have. Funny I mention, superpowers. Then there’s the whole great power and great responsibility line. I say we can’t all be Spiderman or Captain America, etc. Did I mention I want to fuck Emily Vancamp, “Sharon Carter?”

I told Cherry once that I find swearing crass somewhat, but if there was ever a time? How many times did I use the words “Drips and Drops” in my book? As many times as I’ve used FUCK, but how do I know? Today I finished another round of edits, right this morning. I’m pretty tired, but wasn’t I yesterday but and even back in high school writing for the boys? All so they could make the pretty girls panties drops and what was I doing alone. As Jayne from Firefly put it, “I’ll be in my bunk.” Doesn’t sound like much, does it? Only when I rediscover my power, a gorgeous woman is telling me I made her wet, and she’s going dildo shopping. The power of words Dirty Diana, written right here from my bed, her compliments, fuck.

So, When Will Got Bunk’d?

I Will Have No Fear

Log 344 ~Write Side Of Will~

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I was telling a doctor once that he should work on his bedside manner, told my kid’s vet the same thing, but life has come out of many a bed as well right. Still, I’m usually too busy talking or working. “Write Side Of Will.”

Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Log 344 ~Write Side Of Will~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means a big bed. Of course, I think of this for several reasons, but when it comes to our children and us? When it comes to my firstborn, you know he’s pretty much like Cyrus from The Warriors. “Because it’s all our turf!” Little Toughie.

So let me start by asking what side of the bed do you sleep on? Did I have to ask you the first time you and me… Anyway, it’s like back when I had my HORRID Day Job. If I slept on my back, it meant I had work in the morning. On my belly, I could relax. Lying here, if I jumped to the right, it was going to be a bad day; to my left, there was time. With that being said, I sleep on the left side, I suppose. All I know is that I want to be touching you. Does that make me sound romantic or obsessed? You would insist I was both, and that’s why I love you. I’m not like Asa Jackson from Too Late by Colleen Hoover. He loves when Sloan sleeps on her belly naked. I’m not an over the top control freak. Okay, usually, I do have ideas, non-decorative bedroom concepts.

I don’t fancy myself as disagreeable. The one that always has to be right. Of course, as you know, I don’t like being STUPID. I left that far behind me at the last “Day Job,” I’ll ever have. Would I rather be right or happy, and again can’t we have both? Hell, in my line of work, give me joy, jubilation, and as the song goes, he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus. I do, however, wish to talk like a gentleman, except for maybe in the bedroom. You must be asking, have I been getting enough sleep these days.

Well, I am sleeping with you babe so… Yeah, there is no getting around the problems in our country. To state in plain, a black man, a white woman, but we make it work, don’t we. To play another song, “we all the same color when you turn out the lights.” Besides my manuscript and music, my mouth runs a bit too much when we should be resting. How about doing other things as well. I love you so, on the Write Side Of Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 339 ~Willy On A Prayer~

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The day will come when you’ll never find me on my knees again, not for a job, a joke, the jerks of the world, etc. I was able to tell “God” no, so why can’t I tell everyone else and at the same time, the things I WANT to do. “Willy On A Prayer.”

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Log 339 ~Willy On A Prayer~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but it’s not because God granted it. There was a time I would have sold my soul to Satan if it could be done. You know I’m sick of relying on my parents, scared of my profession, and with “my” people? Yeah, I know I haven’t said much of anything when it comes to the plight, protest, or pandemic. Today should be “happy,” at least for my penis. Of course, I’m writing to you from the past (Sunday 31th). You want me to show gratitude… by the time you’re reading this, the week’s almost up.

Excuse me, Dirty Diana, for exercising some WRITE privilege. Yeah, not funny, but can we get to the sexy. I expect that’s how photographers are when it comes to their models. Do I have the balls to post than NO BOZONGAS picture? Forgiveness over permission. However, I’m no cameraman yet. No, I’m a Dominant, and that means I don’t have to ask for a fucking thing, doesn’t it? Though at this one moment, it would be for self-control. The stress is getting to me, and the week hasn’t begun, again it’s Sunday but too much. I’m asking Father Time for more time in a variety of ways. A former boss asked, why don’t I just quit. Because I talked to Inspector Echo today too and I’m busy chasing the money. Yet I won’t ask God to make a way, down on my knees. Of course, I enjoy others doing so.

Daddy, Master, Sir, the sounds of a young girl um a young woman on her knees begging. Honestly, though, I like the sound of my name; big surprise, I know. Why do you think women charge so much for that? I’m trying not to think about it with other events. After reading The Five by Lily White, I got into Reverse Cowgirl and a girl calling me Daddy. There was also that guy on Paranoia Agent, and do I need to mention other “gentlemen?” Shusaku and Isaku, ah my Hentai past. My favorite positions for girls, though, are Cowgirl and Doggystyle. Yeah, I’m not too keen on Missionary. Always though to have a girl, a queen, an angel, a goddess brought down to her knees. There’s nothing like it, DROOLS.

I’ve been on my knees enough to everybody else Dirty Diana, Willy On A Prayer.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 337 ~When Will Talks Sheet~

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Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t left my bed other than to take my son for a walk, and because my “father” came by *shudders*. If I could finish just one book, I could make money in my sleep or do other things in bed ha. When Will Talks Sheet.

Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Log 337 ~When Will Talks Sheet~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I don’t brag about it. Indeed before I met you, what my son would hear is “Just me Baby Boy.” Follow that up with a sigh of relief, and that’s the end of the day’s events. Oh yeah, what about my writing? Am I a hard man to know, yep. I swear I’ve given old bosses a death stare. If I had my way, the phrase “How Are You Doing” would be outlawed. Daily I’m still struggling with Rule #2, “You Are Not A Caveman.” Considering my work, can you blame me for being speechless?

As the song goes, “Saving All My Love For You,” and that’s not the best example of marriage. Also, you’re probably sick of me, speaking through songs. Another reason I love you because you wouldn’t say that. And I Will Always Love You for that. Well, I guess that’s enough Whitney Houston, but should we talk about my lame writing? Yeah, I know by this point, a few bestsellers, some movies, a flair for titles, what about my new script? I want to apologize for having you act like my beta reader most days. Must be tiring. Even though our bed is still my favorite spot in the house… for many reasons. In younger days, I heard a woman say something about bedrooms. The better your bed, the more a woman wants to stay there. Again the focus of my life and I still wish to stay here with you.

Now you ask me why with everything going on? Is the world still such a scary place? Baby Doll, I still have nightmares of my life before. When I close my eyes sigh I could wake up and where would you be? To me, you’re like some superhero with or without her cape. I’m like a sick man dying, and you both give me Fever, with your Bad Medicine, Baby Girl. Only and I’m not one to kiss and tell, but I would say, “She’s Got Skillz. Yeah, this is why I don’t write jokes for a living. My Love, in Between The Sheets… yes, I’m cutting off Spotify… I don’t want to believe there is anything between us. You’re cooler than the other side of the pillow, “what’s my age again,” the last one?

Paper, Bed, Only You are times When Will Talks Sheet.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 332 ~Breast To Come Will~

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I’m a simple kinda man but maybe not as the song goes, because do you know what I want more than bucks, bullion, and bottled water though that might be making a come back if things get better. “Breast To Come Will.”

Thursday, May 28, 2020

Log 332 ~Breast To Come Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m paying for anyone’s boob job. Not even Dennis Hof was that generous. As much as I respect the man, I don’t know whether to believe him or Cami Parker, but I’m not giving a book review. Well, maybe a bit on Succubus Lord but not really. You see, I’m one of those people that believe everything happens for a reason. I can’t tell you why I’m into brunettes or the baby doll look of “The Innocence Of Youth,” “Daddy’s Little Doll.” There’s something about BREASTS.

Well more the lack of Tits, Jugs, Knockers. Cans, Dirty Mom Tits, etc. Only this morning, I was bringing up girls with zero to minor boobs. Isn’t it ironic that a girl with huge melons makes me dream of girls with none? Don’t ask me what it is. I mean simply put I’ve always liked Rebecca, Anaa/Alissa, Niquee, and Eileen’s bodies. Remind me, with all my billions to take a trip to Russia. I hate Trump, know nothing about Putin, but I love Yabbos of all shapes and sizes. My son is the same way, four legs and all. I even had to have a talk with him. To keep him off Indiana Gone’s pair at one point. I miss Karlee Grey’s as well. Though being honest, I let my Onlyfans lapse without a second thought. It’s the breasts I almost see or never; I miss the most. Cherry can tell you something about that.

Is that why I’m all into Call me a Legend. I know Dirty Diana. I’m still playing that knowing I’ll never see tits, virtual or otherwise still. It’s like a nicotine patch for smokers. The game gives me something else to do besides salivate. You don’t know how HARD it is to write about one of my favorite subjects in the world. Something so soft and then when you get to have fun with them. Anyway, as the song goes ahem, Diamonds and guns, DIAMONDS And GUNS as Call me a Legend has plenty of.

Only you know I’ll never quit huge Dirty Pillows. Yes, I want to fuck Carrie too, Chloë Grace Moretz edition. Her’s aren’t huge, but Boobalicious/Milk Junkie, whoa Mama. Here I thought I’d mention more Succubus Lord. Succubi, Superbia, Libidine, and Cupiditas. Boobies everywhere Dirty Diana the Breast To Come Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 330 ~Silence Of The Will~

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I would like for a woman to tell me she loves me, well besides my mother, or my grandmother’s dog way back in “MY” day. The question is, would I ever get such words out myself, especially with everything going on. “Silence Of The Will”

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Log 330 ~Silence Of The Will~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, do me a favor and ask me how. On one side of the coin, I’m like Yuri Orlov. I never want to keep what I do away from you. If you look at the other I’m Andy Dufresne, I’m a hard man to know. I’ve never seen The Silence of the Lambs, I hear it’s classic.

Have I scared you yet? We’ve discussed things like this from time to time, haven’t we? Pillow talk, like how I can’t stand most crime dramas like that. Give me zombies, sci-fi, sex, as the song goes “Gimme fuel, Gimme fire, Gimme that which I desire. I want to talk to you. At the same time, I want to be quiet, not mad, not upset, not lost. Only to have the silence like some anime character, or like one of those Japanese series. I want to lie in your lap like something out of Gokusen, perhaps. I haven’t thought of that show in ages. It’s a bit funny that as everyone is coming outside, I only want to retreat back into our house. I want to watch films and stream everything under the sun. One more reason we own a private beach. I’m not sorry for any of this, and that’s why I love you.

I tell My Dæmon, every day that I’m sorry… shows what kind of father I am. The thing is he doesn’t understand the words, doesn’t care, but he stays beside me all the time. Without one word, he knows if I’m happy, sad, or angry. Yeah, I keep digging that hole comparing you to our furry son. It could be the fact that again I’m repeating myself from before. The noise of the world coming back alive is getting to me. It’s why my libraries, ladies, and love must be louder. To put it in another way, I love you to DEAF, wouldn’t you say?

No, I’m one for the lame jokes. What’s real is that I Love You. Now I could say that forever with or without the mask. I’ll admit with the Coronavirus (COVID-19) running rampant, it’s easier. Such is my vanity or the need for pain, though I want to be Peeta instead of Gale. Would that make you my Katniss, baby doll? I’ll smile small, eat big, For The Love Of You. Silence Of The Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 325 ~The Way Up Will~

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As Aerosmith once put it, “Love in an Elevator,” now that’s something to put on a “certain” list though I’m sure my collection has a few examples of it. If I want it to happen, though, I should get a few other things up first. “The Way Up Will.”

Thursday, May 21, 2020

Log 325 ~The Way Up Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and even more if I start thinking with the big head instead of the little one. Well, I’m here, aren’t I? It’s Sunday, and I’ve traveled four days into the future. Yes, I hate the Day Job, my dick is up more often than me, but damn there’s always boobs.

Boobalicious/Milk Junkies, what I would give to be so creative, to touch, to feel. No Dirty Diana, the name of the game these days is profit. Hell, I’ve been all over Onlyfans these days, but I only talk to boobs I “know.” I’m still on the concept that a woman has to aim higher with me. My brain, the beat of my heart, someone who makes me want to surrender my bucks. Speaking of which, if I wasn’t so busy trying to sell books, I would want to review hentai. Wasn’t I talking about going all body-wise myself when it came to Onlyfans last week? The things a lack of Fapping leads to, but again being Sunday, I’m still going strong at eleven days. I didn’t even break out my Fleshlight yesterday. You know I get all into sex toys and “stranger” fetishes of mine.

Now I don’t mean the “Boobless Wonder” Anna Vlasova, aka Alissa or Rebecca from MarvelCharm. It doesn’t bother me at all, only you know that I can name other models, of course. I’ve even gone back to MILF Dos a time or two, and you know she has an impressive set. She’s a good girl, a good woman I should say and wasn’t I talking about holy women and kimonos last week. So what gets me higher than that Dirty Diana or more to the point who. The mind reels.

Some time ago it was trains and buses and now Love in an Elevator. Kininaru Kimochi 1-3 but the fourth one? I guess someone got bored, but I will never get tired of TITS. I could sit here today for hours telling you every single movie. From “Debbie Does Dallas” to the Discipline series. Using sex to make money is not a hard concept… okay, I did not just say that Dirty Diana. My point is even Think and Grow Rich, talks about harnessing the sex instinct. On top of doing what you love, motivations.

So where am I going, what’s The Way Up Will.

I Will Have No Fear