Log 155 ~Is Will “GULP” Gray~

I like that song from Seal, Kiss From A Rose, and I fear I’m going gray, as the morning didn’t lie, or maybe I dreamed it up I am so tired these days, I hope I’m not so old when I find her. Is Will “Gulp” Gray?

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Log 155 ~Is Will “GULP” Gray~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now like the alphas in most of the books I read. Now here’s a confession for you, I didn’t get into a “specific” genre until I read E.L. James’s works. You know My Love I’m a traditionalist. No Man Cave but The Study. I’m not one for a bunch of lights. If there’s anything “modern” about me, while I still keep paper copies of books, nothing beats a Kindle. So what am I going on about today, well it all started when I looked in the mirror.

I still hate mirrors as if I’m a vampire or something. Back in my day, vampires were scary, not that I have anything against Blade or Twilight. Speaking of fangs, My Dæmon wears his age well, doesn’t he? Any day now, he’s going to spout a beard, or all his hairs will turn to gray.

One more thing that will happen before I ever let you meet my “father.” The Dead don’t walk the Earth, yet. Won’t Indiana Gone be pleased? I told her that there would be WALKERS before I got married. Anyway, I fear if you met my “dad,” I would be dead to you. My mom is great; you could talk to my sister but, my dad? “I didn’t know Tony” had a son” I’ve heard that my entire life. The strange thing is I have listened to worse, that’s why I don’t lie. If I were the “Lord Of War” you would know what I do baby doll. Do I keep personal and business life separate? Of course, we have two-legged children. Still, I even keep my fur-baby somewhat sheltered. However, my point is also Indiana Gone didn’t think my father looked half bad. I’m not the jealous type I mean; the Devil has many colors.

Is that why I like black so much? Okay, that brings me back to the mirror this morning. SIGH, I found gray hairs. Baby girl, I’m an old man. It’s not just that though, between my ear, which I bring up every day and too much light? I don’t wear sweaters, but I’m always in a hoody. I’m figuring out money though we have billions. What about the news? I’m keeping up with everything. Most of the novels I write while fiction are almost biographies.

Still, I’m your old man right; Is Will Gulp Gray.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 150 ~How Will Pantsed NaNoWriMo~

Keep your pants on I finally won NaNoWriMo for this year, but about them pants, well I did order my winning T-Shirt, and how I wish I could say on this holiday there was a reason or a how-to on how to celebrate. “How Will Pantsed NaNoWriMo”

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Log 150 ~How Will Pantsed NaNoWriMo~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and also a NaNoWriMo winner. Now, Dirty Diana, I suppose I should say Happy Thanksgiving or how I love my Mama. Thanksgiving dinner is on the way, so of course, My Dæmon is pretty damn excited. So what gets me all worked up or indeed who. Well, today I don’t want to be, again I finished my book and ordered my new T-Shirt. It’s too bad NaNoWriMo doesn’t sell pants, I would probably keep them on then, don’t you think.

Anyway, what was the question, yeah, how I finished the book? Now I don’t mean to creep you out but three words, The Screwfly Solution. What I mean is, I traded one vice for the other. Instead of characters having sex, I settled for death. If by some miracle, I ever published The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono? Blood would be more acceptable than other fluids. Should I give away the “ending” Dirty Diana? Red hair, blood, stop lights, but no big guy in red, or noses. Of course, you know I never stop worrying. I was looking for some sweet release knowing my “father” is bringing dinner, comfort, joy? Yeah, I should stop mentioning my parents. That’s one more reason I completed NaNoWriMo, what will I do with my life. Read more books; I remember I rather enjoyed Christmas Cake by Celia Aaron last Christmas.

I know none of this sounds that sexy, but I’m not in the mood. Yeah, I couldn’t say that with a straight face, but I didn’t get my afternoon nap. Between having money and a moment of understanding, no more words need to come out. There is always more to do. My motivations often mention that for a champion, it never ends. I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole, and I don’t only mean MILF Dos and her obsession with such. How about Indiana Gone and her love of Disney? You know, maybe it’s what’s been going on in the world lately that is making me ashamed of my fetishes. Before I go, though, I mentioned my new shirt and a need for pants. I do like fucking girls with their clothes on, well I should say in a particular outfit. A fool and his money I know, but I work hard, “play” hard and writing?

Well, I won, didn’t I, again How Will Pantsed NaNoWriMo.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 148 ~An Eye For Will~

Again not a word about NaNoWriMo, but I will finish on time; if only I loved writing as much as I love my job, yeah I hat the place, but I need it and speaking of which what about love, well I still have my dæmon. An Eye For Will.

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Log 148 ~An Eye For Will~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that means I have eyes everywhere. First and foremost, I want to write books; you know that My Love. To this day, I still hate that saying about a picture being worth so many words. However, I want to study photography. I want to make movies. Before I met you, though, I loved other things, and I don’t want to offend you or creep you out. Too late, am I right? Only you know I believe the dead will walk the Earth. I know I was fearful of the Day Job. Of course, I love My Dæmon like pancakes always.

Now, as the song goes, I only have eyes for you. How about can’t take my eyes off of you, baby girl. I don’t lie My Love, again I’m not the type of man who can, I don’t know. Yes, I live in the moment, I can focus, when I look at you there’s only us. What I’m thinking is I want to love you, like I did my old job. Yes, I hate the Day Job, well the people but I was always there. Should I love you the way, My Dæmon loves his walks. When he missed one, I’ll admit I was frightened. Let me love you like I do my writing, which is every single day without fail. Oh, to love you like I do my DVR because I’m always saving every little thing important. You would have me love you like my pillow, because where am I right now, that’s sad.

Now another bit of faith I have is that love should be an obsession. With everything I love, I learn everything I can. When you understand something, it can’t hurt you ever. Today I was thinking about how I look at things. It reminded me of something out of “Prayers For Bobby.” When he was sad and miserable, his head hung low. His mother took it as a good thing. If he showed confidence or happiness, his mother was displeased. Yes, I know he was gay, not where I’m going with this, no worries. My point was when I was shy, scared, and sullen, people “loved” me ha. So I raised my head, I smiled, I studied, hope I wasn’t staring. Still, people got scared.

Only you’re not afraid ever, wow An Eye For Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 143 ~Training Hands Of Will~

Well now everybody gets to see “Yabbos” and sitting or standing, everybody gets to ride and you have to forgive me, more Thora Birch in TWD so yeah “Yabbos” is becoming my go-to word, I still need 8000 though ha. Training Hands Of Will

Thursday, November 21, 2019

Log 143 ~Training Hands Of Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that seems more plausible than surviving No Nut November. Now I could go all-in on my BDSM philosophy but (Bane Voice) “That comes later.” Days like this tend to either exhaust me or turn me on; that’s, of course, when I’m writing. Sometimes I think I’ll never get a solid night’s sleep again though I only needed 800 words tonight. Anyway, as Tony Baker puts it, that’s neither here nor there. Do you want to know what broke my latest streak only yesterday, Mia Malkova “Groped On Train,” right.

Of all the things I can name from Asian culture. Martial arts films, my favorite Chinese food place the Red Lantern. Samurai Champloo, and other anime. Of course, Hentai, well hell, that’s where I got started. Midnight Sleazy Train; that goes back into my overall life goal. Running a brothel and that was mobile to boot. I’m still not one for sharing, the Swinger lifestyle and all. Okay, slow down, Kemosabe, first you need a girl. Don’t get on me about mixing Asians and Native Americans; it worked for Best of the Best 2. Only like I was saying movies. From Midnight Sleazy Train to G-Spot Express. Crimson Girls, Virgin Roster, School of Bondage, etc.

You’re damn right I said that because I can’t be up all night Ha. When is the last time I got more than four hours of uninterrupted sleep? It’s called being an adult, Dirty Diana.

Plus, I’m trying not to keep the wheels turning, though those on my first car should. I still haven’t texted back M. Anime because of these words. Eight hundred for the novel and then our conversation, which I should return to, so here we go. There’s this one with cheerleader Jenny Anderson on a train. Another starring Aiden Starr, one with Chastity Lynn, how about Alyssa Branch. So I’m confusing trains and buses, better question, other than Jenny why blondes. I can go further why everything on wheels, you know I’m one for the subconscious mind. Maybe this stuff with my other car comes out in another direction? Let’s not forget about Alli Rae, but again there’s one that doesn’t fit the motif. What’s that again, seeing, sharing, shocking public displays. Sounds like my writing, still with no sex, so surprise, surprise, am I right?

That’s me getting to sleep at a decent hour but no, Training Hands Of Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 141 ~Will’s A Bible Thumper~

Not a word about NaNoWriMo hmm, I still have a three-day window, but family comes first or thoughts of a future family, but writing is my first wifey, well to read, and I never got through the whole bible anyway. Will’s A Bible Thumper

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Log 141 ~Will’s A Bible Thumper~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what would I do for it? Well, you know I don’t want to discuss my business dealings. Of course, I’m not Nicolas Cage in Lord Of War. You’re my wife, my love, so I don’t keep secrets from you ever. Now you know baby girl that I would do anything for love as the song goes. Yeah, but I won’t do that right, and I need a reminder that you love me for me, well always. I’m not ashamed of my dense religion phase, but I am a big believer in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 still.

You know, above all others I would give you every song and book, I write novels for a living wanting to explain love. I want to show you that I love you every single day, and if I’m not, I’m sorry. Why do I want to be sorry today? One of the reasons I’m my boss now is because well, people. I remember at the Day Job a woman straight-up threatened me, and for what? Some words, love, letters on a page, I write so much wanting to hide and then also noticed. Showing kindness but expecting ignorance. I’m not so much one for the Bible anymore. You know I ignore people who quote it or invoke God’s name. Over two months, I have become so confused over things like weddings, and we’re headed into the holidays now. It’s hard keeping my morals and wanting to do what’s right by my family. It always will be, I suppose, my lovely.

Still, the Devil is in the details, as you know, I don’t like getting any laughs. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy laughing, turn on Tony Baker or TWD Reactions. Only don’t ever expect me to be a clown. Again I think of being threatened by some woman. I’m no saint. You know that baby doll. I say a lot of things, believe, and do plenty, but I try to be an open book, and I won’t let anybody make me feel low or ashamed. To this day, I do that plenty all by myself. Finally, I ask of you, My Love, don’t let me run. How I won you, I’ll never know, twenty seconds of insane courage, taking a step towards you, a miracle.

I love you but being kind, Will’s A Bible Thumper.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 136 ~Will Is Getting Lapped~

One more week of “Yabbos,” but it’s November, and this isn’t Hocus Pocus or “American Beauty” but yeah let’s move onto butt stuff, well at least holding onto one, or sitting here until mine falls off but that butt she got? Will Is Getting Lapped

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Log 136 ~Will Is Getting Lapped~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana
I AM a Billionaire right now, so why am I still up? If you listened to any of my motivations, they say the wealthy rise earlier and go down later. Does that hint at some dirt, or is it me, hmm? I don’t feel that way right now, but considering No Nut November and my shower routine? Sir Mix-a-Lot is famous for saying, “I like big butts, and I cannot lie.” You know me, I am forever a breast man, which is why the majority of my fantasies have been Cowgirl based, or am I lazy?

Now can you blame me, Dirty Diana, for wanting to sit on my ass and let somebody else do the work? Hell, this week alone, I’ve lost two days off and am still keeping up with NaNoWriMo. Call me Captain America because between work and sitting on it, I got America’s Ass. Yeah, I can be as positive as I want to be; I still can’t share this conversation. “Okay,” told me once that her favorite position was fucking in someone’s lap. I’m not gonna lie. I wanted her in the center of my bed like that. Here I am still wondering why she doesn’t want to be my friend anymore. Santa’s lap is acceptable, but I want a grown woman in mine, and I’m skeevy. Am I too honest tonight, well check the time, and I also finished 1300 words before all this? Once again, I have to control myself and tell you my “tamer,” fantasies, with those others…

First, without a doubt, there’s Sawa from Kite: Director’s Cut. One scene in particular when she slides onto Akai on his lap. I might as well go for that whole genre from Yellow Star to Mezzo Forte. When I first got into Hentai, I thought Natsuno from Desert Island Story X was it for me, Dirty Diana. See, I have to stop myself because I could carve through that whole genre. I don’t know what it is about holding onto a girl’s ass as she bounces or when she holds onto your knees, leaning back. I do need to get some sleep, but of course, in the morning, what I need to wake up somehow. Something had to give, no question. NaNoWriMo demands it always.

I spend most of my days running, so when I sit, Will Is Getting Lapped.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 134 ~Will Books A Trip~

Another week of NaNoWriMo, amongst other things, and as Rick Grimes is with his Stuff & Thangs, I should be a better writer, lover, and with the Day Job, what more do they want? Will Books A Trip

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Log 134 ~Will Books A Trip~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that means no days off. Yeah, I know right, wasn’t I conked out most of the day as always? I don’t know how or why I can say no to you and not to everyone else. Should I call it love, and yes, here come the songs “You Always Hurt The One You Love.” I know you love me, and still, you know how I am always worrying. The perfect reason to take a vacation isn’t that right, but then there’s everyone else. Like when we first met, bad times.

Not us but more like I was afraid of losing everything else. One more reason I’m in the businesses I’m in My Love. Idle hands and the Devil or so I read, so I figured I might as well skip the middleman. How about the fact that the work I do now is my choice and I don’t feel like I need a vacation from it ever? Every other job I’ve ever held I hated, well the people in it, so I’m a writer amongst other things. I get to choose the people I’m around, but still, I always feel I’m letting them down. I was working on NaNoWriMo tonight and had to skip a whole chapter because I screwed up a character’s timeline. What about our time, is there any for me to spare for us to be together? Well, it is NaNoWriMo season, and I should be much further along in my novel.

Yesterday though I felt I was letting someone down, I was scared of losing. You know I’m not listening to Kanye West unless we’re talking about “Power,” great song. What I mean is I know it’s not about money, but I want, well, everything. So you ask me whatever happened to “All I Want Is You?” No, we will not be playing that Mariah Carey song in this house, okay? It keeps coming back to, why am I so afraid of losing everything but most of all you. My friend will tell you the same, she asked, and I can’t help but say YES. The Power of Yes, but is there more in saying NO? My dæmon follows in his dad’s footsteps, he wants to be with me, and he only sleeps the day away.

“It ain’t just about getting by here. It’s about getting it all.”
Hearts Still Beating

Baby Girl I’m awake it’s time Will Books A Trip.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 129 ~A Tease Of Will~

Didn’t I talk about “Yabbos” last week, and here I am teasing myself to the point of madness this one or more the idea of them, though if you ask PornHub, a part of me likes something entirely different. A Tease Of Will.

Thursday, November 7, 2019

Log 129 ~A Tease Of Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana
I AM a Billionaire right now, and it sounds so much better than Millionaire. You know what word is annoying me today, though, TEASE. No, I’m not calling you that Dirty Diana, but you know I call women so much worse sometimes. Not in my novel, The “Wrist” of Playing Cronus, and it’s still so HARD. It’s only been twenty-four hours, and I’ve seen two naked models and talked to an escort. What about my model search, hell one more novel in the works. I still have to publish GULP, which requires reading and speaking of words I’m starting to hate:

Will’s Hated Words

  1. Skeevy
  2. Stupid
  3. Merge
  4. Happy
  5. Tease
  6. Freak

Sooner or later, I’ll have a top-ten, and should a writer hate any words at all? I was talking to Cherry today, and she’s a big fan of that movie, Lolita. Now that’s a dangerous word and why, longwinded book, a decent film, classic. What else can I say about it, Dirty Diana? So is the idea of legalized Sex Work; now did I mean for today to sound a bit political? I’m trying not to tease myself, which might explain why The “Wrist” of Playing Cronus is so tricky. If I were only writing a book for myself, it would be something else entirely. Who am I writing this book for then? I remember when I was in the shower, and I would moan about “Dirty Mom Tits” can you guess who I was talking about, hmm? For the record Breasts, Boobs, Milk Jugs, Dirty Pillows (yes, I’m a Carrie fan). Tits or titties might be one of my favorite words and images, DROOLS.

There are so many things I can’t say in The “Wrist” of Playing Cronus. Yes, I’m going to keep repeating that title until it turns me on. So am I saying it doesn’t right now; I’ve already named a bunch of the “muses” I’ve chosen so far. Funny for a man being so into breasts, none of the girls are true titans in that aspect minus the Hentai ones. Oh, and that’s another one, speaking of girls as opposed to women. Now that is a road I don’t want to travel down today. The last thing would have to be music. Anna Vlasova, aka Alissa, is helping with that, stripping in Marvel Charm, I’ll say.

Stopping A Tease Of Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 127 ~Happy Write, Willing Wife~

NaNoWriMo season and I fear I’m falling behind, but what is my pretty wife up to, and my little dæmon buddy is bored, but I’m only 10,000 words out of 50,000 and as Ariel is singing in the background, “I want more.” “Happy Write, Willing Wife,” maybe

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Log 127 ~Happy Write, Willing Wife~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and it all started with writing. I’m not going to lie, oh yes, there will be fiction, but I won’t lie to you. You’re aware that I’m a hard man to get to know. You don’t need my writing to tell you that. You can check my Spotify playlist, my Watchlist, and Goodreads for books. When’s the last time I picked up a book that wasn’t my own? Now that brings us to today, and no, I’m not leaving to go and pick up a box of smokes. I hate smoking but smoke signals, you might need them sometime this month.

It’s only three months out of every year, but November is the Big One, NaNoWriMo. Despite my various business ventures, writing is the only one where I cut myself off from the rest of the world. Didn’t I tell you about my dream about the beach? I’m writing I don’t know what while you and the children play and soon I can’t help but join you. Hell, we have done that, but today isn’t the day. I remember Nas rapped something about Hip Hop being his first wifey. So it is with my writing. Is that what I’m trying to tell you or maybe myself. Despite everything I have been through with writing, I can’t give it up for anybody; it’s my dream. What about everything else? I’m not sure at this moment, but a man’s family comes first. Strange that GTA V reinforces that idea. I’ll always put my family above everything, My Love.

Only this month and maybe over the summer, I have this discipline. I’m not asking for your permission. In this movie “Get On The Bus,” a man says you don’t run around a woman; he tells her how things are, and you deal. I must sound like such a fanboy, and I’m sure the NaNoWriMo crew wouldn’t like me saying this. One more reason I’m a writer; this is my world. It’s like a business trip this month, locking myself in a room, well I’ll still be beside you every night. Sure, I’ll be surrounded by my other best sellers and buried in notes. I always want to be a better man for you, but if you catch me slacking this month, it’s not forever.

I love you, I love this, Happy Write, Willing Wife.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 122 ~Will Haunts The Racks~

Yabbos sounds like a brand of candy, but any Hocus Pocus fans might get upset because they know what I’m talking about; still, there are so many masks tonight, and we all know what some use Halloween for right? “Will Haunts The Racks.”

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Log 122 ~Will Haunts The Racks~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana
I AM a Billionaire right now, and there’s no such thing as too many bucks, bears, or breasts. Can you consider it sacrilege that there is not one piece of candy in this house? I’m all out of sour gummy bears, and if kids came ringing, well I wouldn’t hear them anyway. The doorbell doesn’t work, my right ear is all screwy, and here’s one more B for you, I have a brain. Between NaNoWriMo, Norton, and Nuts, there is too much going on this Halloween.

Well, Dirty Diana, that’s part of the reason I’m not still downloading “covered Yabbos” there’s so much to go over. Hell, there’s never enough bucks for sexy Yabbos; not a Hocus Pocus Fan? Not a bad movie but something I didn’t need to know about it was Thora Birch. Now given my proclivity to witches and no I refuse to show you “those” witchy pictures. Anyway, you remember how I stared at Thora Birch when she grew up for American Beauty? Now those ladies and gentlemen were incredible breasts. It must be the same for people who watched Arya Stark played by Maisie Williams growing up. I remember General Hospital. Once Sabrina dressed up in a pink frilly nightgown with pigtails. Next, you see little Emma in the same outfit, so yeah, that fantasy is forever ruined. What about Cherry, SIGH. The beat goes on.

You’re asking me on today of all days it is All Hallows’ Eve mind you. Why aren’t I talking about masks, faces, horror? What’s scarier than a truck driver wearing a tutu, with a dildo up his ass? What, some books stick with you and Dennis Hof was quite descriptive. Thursdays I’m supposed to “be myself,” and for now that’s a man who likes boobs. Don’t ask me why and don’t be racist, saying I should choose asses, though I get it, closer to the goal. One more thing I should be planning on, that 50,000-word goal, and I couldn’t get it up to go outside. Now Yabbos do that for me, no doubt. I wasn’t thinking about Thora Birch’s boobs in The Walking Dead but Cassady McClincy, aka Lydia? Yes, I looked up her age “safety.” There are lots of slutty costumes tonight. You know how I’m one for cosplay, cash, and maybe I’ll close my mouth, send candy.

Only Will Haunts The Racks.

I Will Have No Fear