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Log 224 ~Dogs Have Such Big Hearts~

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I’ve had dogs before, my grandmother’s. His name was Wishbone; he was shot. Grandma lives ghetto adjacent. I had a chow puppy; one of my grandfather’s dogs killed him. “My Dæmon,” once belonged to my sister. He’s nearly 15. Dogs Have Such Big Hearts.

Monday, February 10, 2020

Log 224 ~Dogs Have Such Big Hearts~

Hundred And Twenty-Third Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so My Dæmon’s backyard is enormous. As you know, I’m a time-traveler (Friday, February 7). For the record, I still stick by the first rule of going through time, DON’T.

Anyway, if I were to imagine the future, I see him, he’s grown a beard, or all his little tan hairs are gray. He lies between two or three children, a boy and a girl Luke and Leia, or three daughters, Katniss, Tris, and Ember. Yes, I know there are other combinations. I didn’t even get to name My Dæmon, though we called him Neo for three days, my mother changed it.

I always thought the deepest love was between two partners sharing their lives. The truth is, though, I would kick any woman out on her behind for my firstborn. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t hear the word LOVE. I say it nearly every day, and any time I leave the house. You know how my #2 Impossible Thing is always to be a better father. One of the reasons I’m not is because it’s my boy who shows love 24/7 365. Even now, where is he, you ask? He’s lying against my leg, taking a break from his guard duties. Now I can’t blame him. Madam Justice, he’s the strongest man I know. I’m ashamed to admit this and I should save it for Inspector Echo, but I hit him yesterday. Not on purpose, never, but you know my rants about “Coal” at the Day Job, right? So yesterday I was watching all these bully fights. There was this big one with Bruce Lee fighting all these guys on a rooftop, beautiful brutality.

Well, I’m up, and I’m swinging, and My Dæmon gets excited and WHAM, he gets smacked in the nose. One more thing my son teaches me, and that’s FORGIVENESS. I swear he’s hated me more for vet visits and that never lasts more than a day. Isn’t it ironic that he has heart troubles and my love for him, wow? I buy his medication, his food, everything he needs. I’m sitting here going crazy with the humming. Scared, I did something to my ear this afternoon. I’m exhausted, and all this seven-pound ball of fluff wants to do is help and comfort his own Dad. GRATITUDE, he’s my sweetest blessing.

Dogs Have Such Big Hearts.

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Log 220 ~Will Rides The Three-Way~

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Didn’t someone say that three is a crowd, and I know someone who wouldn’t be willing to part with their bed spot if Daddy decided to have some company or even more than my video camera? Will Rides The Three-Way

Thursday, February 6. 2020

Log 220 ~Will Rides The Three-Way~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so that’s far more than two girls at the same time. Hell, I’ve made it no secret that I want to have a brothel, several, I want to be the next Dennis Hof. Since I haven’t been reading much these days, well, I did finish one of my Six Impossible Things. Anyway, I’ve been listening to The Art of the Pimp again on Audible, trying to get inspired. It helps to get through the Day Job, not playing Far Cry 5 or reading, and the humming. The last thing I’ll say about that is I believe I have found the cause, now for the cure?

Before that, though, haven’t I said I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to money? Well, not when it comes to porn, and of course, I’m still basking in my recent purchase. Talk about making it rain, but always some girls would rather stay dry. How many times do I have to say stop? I’m only four days into NO FAP. I want to keep clean, but so many beautiful girls I become ravenous. Do you remember when I had that “Red Dawn” fantasy of Alice Little and Ruby Rae? Of course, I don’t have that much paper but thirty bucks what does that do for anything. I’m still in the shower imagining a mother and daughter combo. That is pretty tame considering what I bought. I’m again on the fence about sharing a woman. Two fighting for my cock, though, I swear that’s enough.

So much for being a man of my word because there is no such thing as enough, I want more. I’m talking Shusaku Replay appetite, desires that make some of Studio Fow’s work look holy. Even in the spirit of this, I looked at one of my Pinterest boards and saw the followers list up. Seeing that, I did another gallery starring twins. Don’t even get me started on another set of twins, well okay boobs. I was ready to give in to temptation; again, what I said to Cherry? I’m so out of it, I keep thinking today is Wednesday, me and my numbers. Four boobs and no one I have to share with, right? Two boobs and a young woman gangbanged by three dicks, not vanilla, Dirty Diana.

I’m better off getting up. Instead, Will Rides The Three-Way.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 218 ~Your Will Out Loud~

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I often talk about the terms that set me off, but a word like love; let me hear that more often and I don’t think I would be as addicted to my earphones as I am, and no, I’m not talking the kind of anyone’s imaginary friend hmm. “Your Will Out Loud.”

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Log 218 ~Your Will Out Loud~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I’m not that smart. Under no circumstances would I ever say I’m STUPID because I know somethings. I’m not a handyman. It took me some days to put together a small coffee table. You won’t hear me pounding away with some hammer. During the Super Bowl, you didn’t hear me cheering for any team. I don’t even remember who played. It’s Sunday now, and I don’t want to bother looking it up. I fear the days our children get older and call out for help with their homework and what I will say to them.

I’ve told you about how my “father” loves using lots of money. Don’t get me wrong; the cash will keep you warm. I would rather hear the trickling of nickels and dimes than the banging of debt collectors. I pound the keys because I got tired of hitting the streets. I’m sure I’ve told you often enough that the first steps I made towards you, were the scariest I ever made in this life. All so I could speak of a love that would echo through eternity. My heart almost beat a hole through my chest, all so I could give it to you, My Love. Yeah, I’m guessing you can see why I have such a love of horror movies. A more socially acceptable way of hearing you scream; yeah, it’s not Thursday yet hmm. Not that love is something on my to-do list; it’s not to be made routine. It’s so much louder than taking a breath.

Baby girl, it’s more than any song I could sing and still Baby, I’m Yours. Speaking the words I Love You are louder than any rattling, ever felt it my bones from all my darkest fears. The softest touch and I can fly, as they say, not all heroes wear capes. I know I’m not Superman, I don’t ever hear the oohs and ahhs of the crowds. No, what I hear is, “Who’s That Guy?” Now didn’t I mention horror movies? There are the groans of so many men. I listen to hearts breaking and speaking about my bones talk about others being knocky in the knees. You Tell Me that you love me, you ask me, Love Me Like You Do. Only my name on your lips is all I need to hear forever and always, Your Will Out Loud.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 213 ~Will Pulls An All-Nighter~

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In one ear, out the other, too bad, I’m usually thinking about filling other holes, and if only the one in my bank account were full, I would be all set and wasn’t I trying to hire a maid once but now some company’s coming. Will Pulls An All-Nighter.

Thursday, January 30, 2020

Log 213 ~Will Pulls An All-Nighter~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so it’s been a while since I’ve slept alone? If I had a million dollars, what would be the first thing? Two girls at the same time? Life goal to wake up with a naked lady every day. Talk about facts for today. Well, I’m trying not to; I’m sick, scared, so slightly aggravated, etc.

What ticks me off more than having a chance at tits and fucking it up somehow. How about my “father” coming for a visit and leaving my dæmon all alone with him? Yeah, you can see where a naked lady would come in handy for somethings, Diana. More than sex?

My motivations always discuss not living in the past but those that don’t learn from it SIGH. There was the time that lady needed money, but what would she do to get it, hmm? I gave her five bucks for nothing, and let’s not talk about my views on charity. Only is my cowardice any better? These past few days, it’s been rough. I haven’t had to worry about convincing pretty girls to do anything. The porn is helping for moments at a time, of course. Finally, I’m still pretty mad about last night. Dirty Diana, I couldn’t figure out to help Cherry, so why bother asking her anything else. Now tell me when’s the last time the tech support guy fucked. Now the nerd always gets in some girl’s panties. Chances are it wouldn’t have happened regardless. It’s like Leonard wanting to give away his stuff because of Penny.

All night I worked on poetry. When it wasn’t that, I was trying to fix the computer, and still, I’m wary of the piss-poor job I’ve done. The things I do for women and I can only wish that it ended there. Tonight I should be cleaning the house. Why, you ask? The bug man is coming around and again, my father. I’ll be up listening to that humming too. As the song goes, when you worry, you make it double. Yes, I’m fearful, and I don’t even want to talk about it. Only it’s more like desperation these days. I also thought about taping aluminum foil to the window. Well, since you’re expecting some sex? A fantasy of mine is tying a woman up in ribbons from medals and beauty queen sashes. Not my night, Will Pulls An All-Nighter.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 211 ~Will Leaves A Note~

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When I was in junior college for a bit, I wrote to some girl; let’s say that it’s a lesson I keep having to repeat, which is why I swore off poetry for quite some time and now, well, my second best friend can judge. Will Leaves A Note.

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Log 211 ~Will Leaves A Note~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I want to take you with me, My Love. Now I don’t have to spell out who I admire, but in my business well, it didn’t help him any. He got married twice and never tried it again, but I have you. Yes, I have you, and there will never be any secrets between us. “THEY,” say that brevity is the soul of wit. That was William Shakespeare if memory serves. Anyway, I tend to be longwinded in writing, at least. The things I say can often be, well, there are many things, so why not “Come with Me Now.”

I can’t even tell you now what today’s plan is because I want to be a gentleman. If you didn’t like me using songs, chances are we wouldn’t be here today. Only an epiphany I had, always apologizing for something that isn’t a flaw. The same is true for my writing baby girl. Do you remember the show “How I Met Your Mother?” I hated Ted and especially hated Robin. Well, Ted had this thing about women reaching for the check SIGH. As always I am one for tradition, I pay you shouldn’t even be worried about it ever. My thing has always been words; I realize the power that they have. The words I’ve written for myself have nearly had me fired, I’ve met cops, was kicked out of school for a while. Those same words with a handsome face, a pretty girl, a beautiful woman, or a wad of cash, well, we’re here.

You weren’t scared when I quoted the lyrics of Butterfly, a bit of Twilight, my many novels, or even the truth. Still, I pick up a pen, I touch a keyboard, I might text, and it frightens me baby doll. Besides being in love with you more each day and hating being away, I rather have you around whenever I can. Obsession, see you don’t even bat an eye with such talk. My dream told me so, yes, you know I believe in dreams. Last night it was so easy, the two of us lying on this couch/bed duo you in a hoodie and well? Talk for another time, but we were getting ready to watch WWE Royal Rumble. I don’t want to be afraid, though, when I write to you ever. Stay With Me before Will Writes A Note.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 206 ~Hole Lotta Worries Will~

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Why should I worry, I use protection and this week I can confirm there haven’t been any visitors but then again “my” life being my life and I’m still trying to be in control at some point. “Hole Lotta Worries Will.”

Thursday, January 23, 2020

Log 206 ~Hole Lotta Worries Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you’re not Inspector Echo. Today is Tuesday, not Thursday. Let’s not forget, I’ve been Fappening, true story. Three holes imagined and a fourth if you consider I like fucking titties. Now that’s pretty direct, considering I’m not in a sexy mood at the moment.

Now I started today with plans for so many things. I want to talk about this fantasy I keep returning to, “Gangbanging, Gorgeous, (what’s her name).” You know I’m usually one that has a problem with sharing, it’s why I envy tentacles. Still thinking about one guy on her ass, her lover between her lips and me beneath her (cue Homer drool). Memories of Reika Kitami “Bible Black Origins” or Miku “The Blackmail 2 – The Animation.” Hell, I barely made it out of the shower, and even then, there was a girl with the bounciest ass. Somehow I kept my word to myself then, but why am I talking to you this evening for other than time-travel. I was talking to a good friend this morning from across the pond and a potential model.

I wish begging was the worst of my sins today, Dirty Diana. Should I be more ashamed of what I have said here? You can see why I had to let loose. I couldn’t stand thinking anymore. I’m a dominant because I have to remain in control. So far, I feel like I’m losing it, and I wanted not to think. Sex is primal, and I needed that more than reason this afternoon to be sure. Well, it started this morning and how I have tried not to worry. Even now, I’m fighting back FEAR.

What three holes got me feeling a certain way today, hmm? Haven’t I said, “Just the facts, ma’am?” Well, I had a good run, 21 days SIGH a habit of thinking positive, and I need to more than ever. Now that’s one. Two is I received a notice from my security about my number, that’s never happened before. Three, my Old Man is coming to visit in the morning. Of course, there is always a fourth; I’m now looking at my phone as my worst nightmare again. After all the drooling I’ve done over M Anime and Cherry, what the hell. Can’t blame me for dreaming some pretty little hole, but Hole Lotta Worries Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 204 ~Breaths Of Willing Air~

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It’s been a while since I’ve written any poetry, too busy living the fairytale or playing Winston Smith from 1984 but aren’t I remaining positive, been 21 days hopefully and no woman has called me creepy or skeeve (shudders). “Breaths Of Willing Air”

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Log 204 ~Breaths Of Willing Air~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means champagne wishes and caviar dreams. As I’ve said before, My Love, if I ever get into all that, I want you to smack me hard. Your husband has always been crazy, but what exactly do we measure that by sometimes? Anyway, today I am once again reminded of what I’m willing to do to live the dream. Aren’t you the dream, and don’t I want to share everything I am with you? I don’t want to hide from you ever, but what inspires me to greatness, the first step.

Before I was a billionaire, seems so long ago. When I couldn’t catch my breath around you, and now I can speak before the masses. How I imagined seeing the world that was waiting for us, I am a poet. So I wrote today as I was inspired. You’re the only girl on this Earth for me, but I’ve written hundreds if not thousands of poems. Love, haven’t you been the subject of many. You never found me creepy, again crazy, or condescending. Even now, I just thought I would leave it at that, but I keep right on talking. One more reason I fancy myself a movie buff because I don’t have to speak. Didn’t we talk about music a while ago and quotes from all manner of books and films? I told a friend of what men will do for a woman. Here I wanted the world only for myself as always and forever.

If there is a mountain, a man will climb it or move it if he must. Some men make women angels or goddesses, and so they learn to fly. I said my fate dictates I would fall in love with a mermaid, and I still can’t swim. Oh yeah, we own a yacht, don’t we, but that’s not caviar thinking. Now, if a man wants a queen, you will watch kingdoms fall, which brings me back to my point. I give up air to kiss you enough so I might be suicidal. Only those finger swipes, those pages flipping, the oohs and ahhs from the crowds. The gasps, my work makes me feel alive. It gives us breathing room, and I can’t surrender it ever. I won’t ask forgiveness for my work, baby doll.

May you understand it though for Breaths Of Willing Air.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 199 ~What Women Will Accept~

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I’m simply the best, and when did I start listening to Tina Turner, or better question, how fast can my taste change and what of others, well for the right price and I’m working on it. What Women Will Accept, what women will I now

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Log 199 ~What Women Will Accept~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so that’s more than two girls at the same time. In all honesty, this is part two of a conversation I started this week. Now with that said, if I had my way, I would be like Shusaku. Shusaku Respect edition, fucking my way through a plethora of young women. Hell, it worked for my hero Dennis Hof. Well, no, he never was much of the traditional Family Guy, and I’m all about tradition. Yes, a square family man that likes tentacle porn thanks Japan.

But, before I begin, I want to talk about some things better than sex. Don’t gasp for that. If anything, I’m surprised that I remembered today’s title. There is also the fact that the car trunk was open more than a day, and the car wasn’t stolen and still runs. Finally, there is the fact that they fired the General Manager at the Day Job. I found out yesterday (Monday). Most people won’t accept my sexual cravings but thoughts of revenge? I will no longer take STUPIDITY, but what about everyone else? Facts Dirty Diana, I tell myself that I’m going straight to writing when I return. So what did I do most of the day after Price Changes? Sleep and then die playing Far Cry 5. Even now, I’m fighting to stay awake, which is why I have “The Assking Price” Alexis Rodriguez playing.

Well, that leads me into the women I have found acceptable this week, so Latinas. Too much thinking about M Anime, so I’ve been all about Alexis Rodriguez again, Dirty Latina Maids. I’ve even gone back to Little Lupe a bit. What about Zelina Vega from WWE. Thea Megan Trinidad, if we’re getting specific, but as I said before, I have to learn everything about a woman. One more reason when it comes to a particular UK BBW. How my tastes change to Estella Bathory “Cute BBW crashes the car for REAL” from FakeHub FDS. You see, Porn is good for something, makes remembering all those companies titles a cinch. Not to mention, it keeps me from imagining a life I choose not to live. Once again, not down on myself, I’m stating the facts.

The fact that a beautiful woman gives me what’s needed to wake up on mornings like this. One day I’ll be What Women Will Accept.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 197 ~What Women Will Accept~

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Last week I talked about a woman and her word and today, well (Sunday) I ran my mouth to a girl and you know the standard routine, but no, I’m not worrying, a new year and all. What Women Will Accept?

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Log 197 ~What Women Will Accept~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and this is only Part I. So yes, to answer your question, I like the title. Well, I have a few questions for you if I only dare to ask. Of course, the most obvious you answered before our kids, and My Dæmon agreed to surrender his spot. Another question as the song goes “Do You Love Me” yes, we’ll get into my music today. I won’t have to ask that question, though, if I know every day. The truth is, I must say it to my firstborn three times daily.

Okay, I understand as another song goes, “I Don’t Know How To Love Him.” I look at my reflection in the mirror and wonder the same thing. My Dæmon is often confused enough. You can love the man I had to become for us to be together. The husband, the father, the businessman. Are you willing to accept me though, the real me, and here’s another song, behind my “Charades.” I speak about business, and I’m no lord of war. I can’t say I wouldn’t invest in weapons. Yes, my ambition has always been to become the 1%. You know how I write. I don’t hide my investments because there are no secrets between us. The businesses I check every day. I know men who say, “I have a wife,” or a daughter, sister, mother. I love all the women in my world, but I won’t leave an industry I’ve worked towards my entire life.

Even in the name of love? When that word leaves my lips, it means something. So I ask you, baby girl, when did it mean anything when it came to you and me? I know the who and what, but then there when, where, why, and how. That’s a process I wouldn’t mind repeating, starting “Back At One.” Now that leads me to music, and we’ve had this talk many times. Some use poetry, others art, more the words of great men, and how I try My Love. Music, though it is not my gift, I use it to block “THEM” out and let you in always. Am I less of a man for having a hard time with my voice. I need yours until I can find the words, only three, I Love You.

It’s what I need love, but What Women Will Accept?

I Will Have No Fear

Log 192 ~Will’s Seasonings Of Lust~

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My mom is a great cook, and when I was a kid I thought a taste of seasoning salt was the best thing ever though I still ate steak, tacos, pork chops, and everything, also I need ghost pepper sauce but be careful with that on skin. Will’s Seasonings Of Lust yum

Thursday, January 09, 2020

Log 192 ~Will’s Seasonings Of Lust~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now and fighting withdrawal. “THEY,” say that the first week is always the hardest, and today being TUESDAY, I’m already on Day 11. I wouldn’t call this an epiphany, but besides forbidden fruit, the lack of any at all is the best seasoning. In other words, HUNGER is the best seasoning. How about something to the tune of everything is a higher power to those with none. Some women will place themselves so high and wonder why men go for strippers.

You know me, Dirty Diana, as I told Cherry she wants the fairytale, and I am one to fuck a princess or an angel. Now I could tell you about having a heavy heart, but it won’t be this day. No, I’m focusing on a case of blue balls. When we talk about someone being blue, someone brought down low. Breathing is difficult, bedridden. So my words become dirtier, filthier, will I say sexier? Balls Of Confusion could have made a more apt title. I’m not saying I don’t know what I want, that’s never been a problem. An alcoholic used to top-shelf drinks but given a while, and cough syrup might do the trick. That’s where I am, I want a girl, but with time, every little thing she does is magic. Absence and what happens to a heart, know what I’m saying, Diana.

Once upon a time, I was looking for cover girls, and now it’s Dirty Latina Maids. Dirty Latina Maids – Ariela, to be exact or Jade Jantzen, can’t forget Ariella Ferrera. Now I know better than to compare any woman to a pornstar, a lesson I learned the hard way once before. No, that’s not a condemnation but a reality. My desire for brunettes hasn’t wavered, and the fact I’m still heavy into Hentai shows the Asian persuasion. What I’m saying is this, when one loves, there is so much more to give, and lust is much the same. It was Think and Grow Rich that even spoke about the sexual instinct as a good thing sometimes. Like with any seasoning, though. You use more salt, more whip cream, and anything starts to look much tastier. Next thing you know, you’re gorging yourself on everything around.

Hungry Like The Wolf and I need to keep hunting. Well, it’s 3:00 AM as I imagine two good friends naked (homer drooling). I want more, Will’s Seasonings Of Lust.

I Will Have No Fear