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Gospel 008 ~Gaming Drives Will Nuts~

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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~

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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

Gospel 001 ~Will She Wear It~

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The start of a new year, at least when it comes to blogging and why not start with more women trouble like it was three years ago. Only not I’m not trying to undress one but trying my best impression of “Dark Notes.” “Will She Wear It?”

Thursday, July 2, 2020

Gospel 001 ~Will She Wear It~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, or at least at the start of the year, I’m living like it. You don’t know how HARD it is trying to stay positive. Today should be a celebration, as the song goes, it’s our anniversary. Well, ours and the rest of the girls but last night still holds true.

I’m a man of many hats and a collar to boot. Yes, I’m only a “priest” when it comes to my novel. It’s a sequel to The Eve of A Cherry. My new story is called, For A Fine Cherry Spread. My how I like to dress up my characters in imitations of this life AHEM Amia Jocelyn Everhart. Now speaking of dress-up, I haven’t been spending money on Yabbos, not yet. Instead, it has been all about covering them up. Well more to the point, making them look more “presentable.” Hell, I don’t remember many wrapped presents at Christmastime. And how dare I bring up Christmas and begin our new year together calling these GOSPELS. Think about this, religion dresses up plenty in that is oh so very wrong. I don’t think Yabbos are wrong, pussy isn’t “evil” and a confession… never had anal sex. With so many women to choose, it’s a shame.

“The Nine,” Dirty Diana, again, this all started because of the Basic Bitch. No, I should have happy thoughts. I still remember when I bought all that wedding white for Court. There were the clothes and books I purchased for Okay. See what I mean, Dirty Diana. Staying up, well, I did buy Indiana Gone a dress a long time ago. This morning, I ordered the Neon Pink & Blue 3 Piece Bikini Lingerie & Stockings because I saw it on a Sex/Love Doll. Well, I could also tell you about Teen Starlet Macey, a model, but I’m not looking to reignite The Harmonic War.

Before that, I was on Instagram and saw Elizabeth Rage. You know My “Liz On Rage” as she was modeling the Norah Lace French Top & Flutter Tap Panty. Of course, I had to have it… good going Adam & Eve making a sale ha.

Further down the line is the Seafoam Dress from Enchanted Bikinis. Indiana Gone might kill me as I didn’t think of her sooner to buy.

Finally, there are the things I want to buy, like Aerith’s and especially Tifa’s dresses from Final Fantasy VII. The only politics you’ll get from me today are Melody Parker’s thigh highs from Bipartisan Bonage. I’m sure by tomorrow there will be something else waiting.

Today though, I still need to work on my new book. Why call it a book even. Something joyful… Yabbos inside. Will She Wear It?

I Will Have No Fear

Log 365 ~No Ma’am, That’s Will~

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I can’t say I have much experience, meeting a girl’s parents, and after all, I’m still in mourning over one mom. At my Day Job, it’s nothing but “Yes Ma’am” and “No Ma’am.” You would think I have creative pet names. “No Ma’am, That’s Will.”

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Log 365 ~No Ma’am, That’s Will~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s because I never want to say, “no Ma’am” ever again. I don’t want to say yes Ma’am or Sir, either. Do I sound, disrespectful, delusional, or dumb? When I first met you, what did I say? Was I smooth like Luther Vandross. “Excuse me miss, but what’s your name?” I’m not as young Tevin Campbell was when he sang, “Can we talk for a minute, Girl I want to know your name.” Now shall I get all poetic with William Shakespeare, and what not?

You see My Love and don’t I call you that often enough? Anyway, my mother raised a gentleman with somewhat mixed results. It’s not that I want to be disrespectful to women or my elders, no let them keep all that. One more reason I got out of retail. Now, of course, with the business I’m in, I call women all sorts of things, but I never forget. You Baby Girl, and I know some people consider that title creepy like Baby Doll and the like. Hell, one of my best friends, I call her Honey Bunny. I wonder, does she remember when I introduced her to Pulp Fiction? Ringo/Pumpkin and Yolanda/Honey Bunny. What was I saying about being a gentleman again? A gentleman shouldn’t bring up other women or kiss and tell. I never did that with “The Nine.” As with you and me, though, I’m still not sharing.

Okay, so I’m learning to love my name again. If anything, I love hearing it come from your lips. I could talk about a few other names, but that’s more of a Thursday thing. Again if I ever start scheduling “relations,” feel free to shoot me. However, if you wanted to make a cute pet name for me like Shelby from Girlfriend Reviews for her boyfriend. I would be all for that. What about teaching the kids how to address people? Why can’t they all be like My Firstborn? I’m a Southern Man and as always one for tradition. Not Confederate history, but I mean manners. So yeah, yes sir, no sir, Ma’am or Ms., Please and Thank You. I know Baby Girl, I don’t like dealing with most people. I’m sure our children will have friends calling me Mr. at some point, I’m sure.

I’m a man, lover, friend, daddy, No Ma’am, That’s Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 360 ~Willie’s Final Fantasy… Never~

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I hate the color purple, I mean the actual color and not the movie. I’m not a fan of blue… blue balls. But put a beautiful woman with nice Yabbos (I’m becoming a fan of that word. Anyway, put Tifa in her mature dress and Willie’s Final Fantasy… Never

Thursday, June 25, 2020

Log 360 ~Willie’s Final Fantasy… Never~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but was Dennis Hof? If anything, I would kill to have his success. How many brothels did he own before his passing? Speaking of success stories today is all about Final Fantasy VII. Dirty Diana, I’m already lying because now I’m thinking about The Innocence of Youth #1 and Gia Steel and Riley Reid. What is it about brunettes and other girls with dark hair? Again Gia and Riley, Tifa Lockhart, and Aerith Gainsborough. SIGH Riley Steele wasn’t enough to make me forget MILF Dos.

How I wish I was one to Kiss and Tell, or even to share. Not without a contract, and my word is my bond. Hell, I think that “when” I get married, I want a girl so incredible, I won’t want to put her in a video… to share. To be honest, though, I’m breaking a rule here wanting to fuck Tifa. I always talk about having a connection. Well, no, I would like to fuck Jennifer Lawrence, but I would marry Katniss Everdeen. Same with Chloë Grace Moretz or Emilia Clarke. My point is I’m one to believe in Love at First Sight. I’ve played Final Fantasy VIII, IX, X, X-2, and XII. I could tell you a great many things about those women. Only who are the women that broke me VII and XIII; Tifa, Aerith, and Serah Farron. Don’t I sound like Ted from How I Met Your Mother, talking about everything?

Okay, so Tifa Lockhart, mini skirt, nice “Yabbos,” but it was that purple/midnight blue dress that did me in. Do I want to fuck her or that dress more? Let me say this, you know how I feel about feet but those purple pumps of hers. Yeah, I’m buying… the game or the dress? Now Aerith, she has a game death that haunts people to this day. Now I won’t get into the fetish of necrophilia. Yes, I still love The Walking Dead, and I still have my Purge fantasy. Instead, I’ll focus on her long braid. If you ask what’s stopping me from loving short hair girls well, the first porn I ever bought. “Pigtailed Prick Slaves,” not that I’m against short hair. If you remember a particular sticker controversy, yeah, I’m pretty bad.

Still, like Final Fantasy, my lust never ends, insatiable it is. Willie’s Final Fantasy… Never.

I Will Have No Fear

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~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

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