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Log 284 ~Hand It To Will~

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So what of expansion, arsenals, amorous lovers, art of my excuses etc. The novella at this point was 19,000 words but where am I at right now. Is it the eve of the end of the world, still in bed, some story I should be reading. “Hand It To Will”

Friday, April 10, 2020

Log 284 ~Hand It To Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s because I keep my hands busy. Now I know I’m still not writing as much as I should. Lady Sophia, there was a time I was heavy into the Young Adult genre. Of course, that changed with Fifty Shades of Grey… 50 Million copies.

Yeah, I’m putting that out there because you know there are people who want to yell like Jay Sherman. It Stinks! Speaking of The Critic, I have added on to The Eve of a Cherry, but like I said, counting up the words that I don’t write. Last night I made it to 100 only to say that I had written something down. I talked about my newest obsession yesterday, and that’s what I was counting up. No more guns yet but plenty of bullets. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been reading up on all the responsibilities of owning a weapon. I’m also still reading Sex Zombies by S. Wolf. We should be so lucky, Lady Sophia, but no, there’s only people getting sick. Is it worse to be ill in body or in mind, I wonder? I feel fine, but it might no longer be the end of the world, not quite yet anyway.

Again I’ve been lost in plenty of pages. It looks like my country is going to get a smidge better or a lot worse now that Bernie Sanders dropped out of the race. You know I’m not one for politics, but I’m not one for people dooming us all either. Between you and me, I want to go back to my story though I was struggling. At least my sex fiends are fiction, but what about the fantasies? It’s things like the state of the world that make me feel as though I’m a great writer. So writing, women, and weapons, and when I’m not working on any of that? Well, I should stop writing about becoming a better father and simply be for My Dæmon. Keeping both of us safe isn’t that what I’m doing, hmm? If I had tentacles, paws, a mace for a hand like Aaron on The Walking Dead. No, I need to count up the excuses and fear to press the right or wrong buttons.

Within these hands, Lady Sophia lies a writer’s strength. The world is yours/mine, Lady Sophia, so Hand It To Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 283 ~Will Of The Dead~

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It’s the face, isn’t it, when I’m writing out the nice guy routine that works extremely well but then what happens? I’ve always figured I would use the zombie apocalypse to date outside my league but alas no “Walkers.” Will of The Dead

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Log 283 ~Will Of The Dead~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so of course, I would make this movie, “Will of the Dead.” Hell, I hunger for brains and flesh too, but of those two, definitely, I’m all for skin. For the record as the song goes, “I, got a fetish for fuckin you witcha skirt on.” Now, Dirty Diana, you have to excuse me for speaking to you at this late hour. It seems I have gained a new fetish of sorts, to quote another song, “Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns.” Only for me, it’s Boobies and Guns, Boobies and Guns. I’m being serious.

Necrophilia (Noun) ― sexual intercourse with or attraction towards corpses.

Now since I know, I’m not afflicted by that… will we go over my “Red Dawn” fantasy again? Two redheads or any girls at this point come to my place to escape The Purge. We have fun, but I decide I want to watch a Purge, so the two girls fight. What do I do with the loser? Okay, seeing as how I got your attention, I’m still thinking about that Realdoll giveaway I entered. I swear I was ready to grab up a Piper Doll for a little bit. After my story to Earth Erotic sigh, what should I spend my money on? Dirty Diana, this explains where I’ve been. I’ve talked about my new gun all this week, like some NRA cunt nugget. Anyway, I was overcome wanting to look at an AR-15 and a shotgun. A pistol scares the crap out of me, and I want bigger.

I’ll spare you the “Bang, Bang You’re Dead” script before I get to high school. To be fair, any high school teen could beat my novel, which I haven’t worked on all day. It could be having to cut the grass and deal with my Olds. Another excuse would be I regret what I did to Anna Cecilia Fae. Don’t panic! She’s a character in my story, which is looking more like a porno or a snuff film. Out of fifteen female characters, only five are fucking the Grim Reaper so far. Yeah, it’s literally beginning to look like that Hentai “Dark Shell.” If anything, that’s my saving grace. Breaking NO FAP sadly but trading shooting one thing for another. I should try shooting some words on the damn page.

Is that what I want, to keep writing, what is the Will of the Dead.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 282 ~Will To Be Different~

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Worse advice I’ve ever received, be yourself, the best advice is the same, and I haven’t erased such speeches from my motivations yet. People don’t want me to be myself, they want me to be a particular version, and so I try. Will To Be Different

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Log 282 ~Will To Be Different~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now. Unless I invested in the WWE or my porno fixation. How about I buy-in with that drug Trump’s hocking? For now, the only number I’m “obsessed” with is how long I’ve kept it in my pants. Well’s there an App, of course, but a friend introduced me to a much better one. I still hate Math, but numbers, time, word counts, lists make me feel better. So as per usual, anything that makes me feel good is wrong or at least different, so here we go.

Inspector Echo, you know that gun I just bought that’s freaking me out? To quote the movie Snowpiercer (2013), “They’ve got no bullets!” Now it’s not like the store was out entirely, but I lacked the courage to pick some or gasps ask. I wish I could tell you that’s the only reason, I haven’t been sleeping, I did order some Saturday night though. Why I’m not sleeping, well Girls, Girls, Girls. From Whitney Wright to Lily Bowman, Little Lupe, the list goes on. I’m amazed I’ve lasted at present (8 days, 21 hr, 57 min, and 15 sec). I’ve mentioned FEAR, or let’s say general embarrassment, and you know what I’ve been harping over. It’s that lady that was yelling at me because I have to grow accustomed to the Coronavirus (COVID-19) world. Even in a blooming apocalypse, I continue to be the odd man out; give me zombies.

Well, even if the universe did, would I be upset that I was alive instead of dead? I would go get myself bitten because I don’t like how the Walkers are looking at me. I’m not scared of getting sick, I fear not having a mask and looking out of place. How messed up is that? Not more than writing a book that no one will ever read. I’ve written 10,000 more words for The Eve of Cherry, and not one of them will be published. Only I keep on writing about a wide arrange of girls I’m not with. My hands aren’t in my pants, so isn’t that a win. Win William Bridgman, one of my protagonists or antagonists, I’m not sure. It’s like trying to count up how many “adult” scenes I’ve written out. How many people side with sex over some murders?

I’m sorry, Inspector Echo, such fears Will To Be Different.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 279 ~Willing Delights, Willing Ends~

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Shakespeare wrote about violent delights, have violent ends, and I know all about words being trouble. I’ll also try not to add any more hot actresses to my novel, looking at you, Dolores. Today is about survival, Willing Delights, Willing Ends.

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Log 279 ~Willing Delights, Willing Ends~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now but does money still have any value. Seeing it’s Friday at the moment, it always does, though in truth, I prefer words. I can’t tell you if I’m lying or not at present, but I’ll assume you’re ahead with Camp NaNoWriMo. Unlike Trump, I’ll own this failure. I should be doing 5000 words a day, of course. Wednesday, it was only around 3,300, yesterday barely 2000. I’m willing to start and ready to end, but it’s all that “work” in-between, you know.

When it’s your turn, well Sunday, how many words will you have and how many excuses? I don’t mean to dump all this stuff on you like you’re Lady Sophia. If I were to focus on today, it would be JSS “Just Survive Somehow.” That’s something for you to be excited about, the last episode of The Walking Dead. Sooner or later, THEY will get this Coronavirus (COVID-19) situation handled. You know how I talk to myself… case and point, but who are THEY these days. For some reason, I still trust my Olds, but I hate half of them. I love my country but hate the STUPIDS in charge. Yes, that word was warranted, given the current state of things. Still, for you, I want the best start, something that brings you joy. Funny I know, Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 006 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Not Receiving Any Warnings From Norton About Security
    1/2 Completed, Only One Email Alert
  6. I AM Finishing Editing My Latest Novella “The Eve of a Cherry
    Failed

I’m hoping for one if only the one but as I speak it’s day six, and I nearly broke again. You should have seen me yesterday besides not trying to think about Dirty Diana. There’s the fact that I added Eileen Kelly and Angie Varona to The Eve of A Cherry. I know, Camp NaNoWriMo season, so it’s always about books. I finished The Gargoyle, and I’m going to start Sex Zombies by S. Wolf. You’ll have to finish it, and do I have faith. Sad to say, today I don’t. Now yes, this is still my week, and I’m worried about urban warfare and buying supplies for me and My Dæmon. I can promise you we’ll be all set to see you and him through, and at least I’m looking at the future. I’m willing to make a start and what do I ask of you, Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Not Receiving Any Warnings From Norton About Security
  6. I AM Writing 25,000 Words, Camp NaNoWriMo “The Eve of a Cherry”

Find more books, remember Too Late by Colleen Hoover. I’ll say it once more JSS for Willing Delights, Willing Ends.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 277 ~Willy Plays The Fool~

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This time last week, I was touting writing some 19,000 words. Now it’s up to me to expand it to 50,000, then again Camp NaNoWriMo is different from November NaNoWriMo, I hope we haven’t forgotten life by then. Willy Plays The Fool

Friday, April 3, 2020

Log 277 ~Willy Plays The Fool~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which must mean I take everyone else as a fool. Now I know plenty of wealthy people that are; okay, I’ll just say it STUPID. Then again, I’ve been sitting here. Watching Girlfriend Reviews and The Walking Dead reactions. They’re famous but not exactly rolling around in green. The fact remains, I am a fool and don’t call me Willy, no matter how you spell it. Yes, I know Lady Sophia; sexual innuendo. I haven’t forgotten today we should talk about books. I did forget April Fool’s Day but never writing.

So that leads me to today, which is actually (April 1) and the first day of Camp NaNoWriMo. I meant to have this conversation with you even earlier this morning. Of course, I forgot not to turn off my alarm. Should I be worried I’m expanding on my novella? The Eve of a Cherry already has me feeling like a cheater. I have 19,360 words down, and Camp is different than the challenge which happens in November. Haven’t I forgotten to publish quite a few books at this rate Lady Sophia? Even now, I’m looking at twenty chapters of 2500 words each. How did I ever accomplish such a task once or twice, a lot more than that? All the time, I would blame The Day Job, and now I have all the days before me, and how did I begin? Well, at least we’re talking, again I never forget that; wish I could laugh.

Yes, I still do laugh from time to time. It’s not funny though that we had a heatwave, and when I finally succumb, I wake up freezing. Hilarity does not ensue when apparently I have grown so used to the humming that I can’t tell if it’s gone or not. I still remember that quote if you can make a girl laugh you can make her do anything. Too bad, I was dreaming about a whole crop of girls last night. For the NOVEL, I’m still not writing at this particular moment. I swear I have been chasing with my Willy, ever since Tenchi Universe and the episode “No Need for Swimsuits!” I could talk about looking up, “Ayeka Naked?” How I forget things like Coronavirus or silly stuff like survival and hating to lose.

Well, he who laughs last and Willy Plays The Fool.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 276 ~Switching Superstars Saves Will~

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Well, this could be the closest I’m coming to any sort of a confession, and don’t I usually do that on Wednesdays anyway. I mean, I don’t write about Victoria’s Secret models though Cara Delevingne? Switching Superstars Saves Will

Thursday, April 2, 2020

Log 276 ~Switching Superstars Saves Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you would think I’d be stronger, smarter, or sexier. Why yes, Dear Dirty Diana, this conversation is brought to you by the letter S.

Let’s add the chapter “Gaining The Vag of Honor” since again, I’ll be talking about my novella today, for sure.

“She had what I’d call a lemming ass – that is, an ass that you would follow right over the edge of the cliff.”
― Andrew Davidson, The Gargoyle (Goodreads)

First, let’s talk about SWITCHING, and no, I don’t mean watching asses though I have. I’m not even talking about between Dominants and Subs. For the record, I’m a Dom and a Sadist Dom at that. Now I want you to consider Airi Akizuki, Michele’ Mouse’ Krasnoo, a.k.a. Megan Laurence and Marie Rose. These girls are my switches for the character of “Rini Aubrie Westfall.” She’s the “blonde bubble butt” blonde in my novella “The Eve of a Cherry.” So you ask me who they are making up for, besides looks, why pull a switch. I tell you I’m not a smart man, but I won’t be a STUPID one.

Then we have the SUPERSTAR, and why do I call her that besides getting me to break my NO FAP streak? Oh, I should probably tell you her name, Reagan Kathryn. Hell Dirty Diana, I was finishing my novella when I broke. She plays the role of Sarah Annora Haven, and I thought so much of her, my character nearly marries her. I guess I should mention that Cherry says I write the longest names. I’m a Southern Man, and people shout full names when somebody’s in trouble. Also, to me, it makes my characters seem more real if I may say so. I’ll also make my stories movies someday.

Finally, who is it I’m trying to SAVE? Humiliations galore outside of the bedroom are not my thing. How many girls well besides Cherry know I write about them? I’ve put MILF Dos in a story and Special K. To be sure, half the time, I’m saving myself. Shielding myself from my embarrassments and possibly jail time. Didn’t I write a few days ago nobody can arrest you for a book? Don’t I want to be infamous? I asked a girl the other day; does it bother her knowing guys get off on her body. She said to do as I wish, and there’s a reason “Love Doll” companies can’t mimic any REAL people. I remember Tallahassee in Zombieland said:

“You’re thinking about fucking Wichita. Well congratulations because for the past twenty-four hours, she’s been fucking both of us.” Zombieland

I would die a hero I write to be the villain, Switching Superstars Saves Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 275 ~Words Will Be Infectious~

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I’m sick, and no, not with “the beverage” as Tony Baler puts it, I’m sick of words, Grammarly, my novella’s, what the Day Job has to say, “indefinitely.” Now I have all the time in the world to write. Words Will Be Infectious

Wednesday, April 01, 2020

Log 275 ~Words Will Be Infectious~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which would mean I am a ghost. Now I’m not considering that I’ll die, and all my work will make my Dæmon, my Olds, and little sister wealthy. You know how I plan to make my money, and people won’t be paying to see me ever. I want to be Dennis Hof, but even now, I doubt I could ever be that open. The good news is you can’t with the Coronavirus (COVID-19) going around. Okay, so the bad news is I have more time to work on editing my novella, The Eve of a Cherry.

You’re saying, “Hol’ Up A Minute!” isn’t this Lady Sophia’s wheelhouse? One of these days, I’ll tell her the story of Pontypool Changes Everything. Anyway, I want to talk about, well, let’s start with “swear words.” Long story short, I think they are crass, but every word has its time and place. So that gets me back into why it takes me a while to talk to you, Inspector Echo. As I said, I’ve been working on The Eve of a Cherry, and do you want to know what I think about it? See, I don’t even want to put that out into the world. Okay, so with things I don’t want to put out into the world, texts, and emails from work. I won’t lie, and so the sin apparent is, I’m afraid to check. How often have I said I hate the Day Job? You know it’s needed.

I talked about being a Beta Reader once upon a time. For right now it’s directions, I don’t know if I’m just “me” or people are bad at giving them. Still, I listen, I’ve screwed up no less than three times today. If it’s not other people, I can’t follow the instructions I give myself. Didn’t I say I would wake up on time, shouldn’t I have gone to the store. Even this second, I should be reading but worrying about the Day Job. See now would be an excellent time to swear, but I’m still practicing self-censorship. Yeah, watch me share my novella with Cherry, and I’ll get arrested. I’m not worried about the Coronavirus, to be honest, but more so how the story will know remembrance one day.

It’s not the people or Dæmon, only the words, I’m Sorry; Words Will Be Infectious.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 272 ~Willing For Ten Steps~

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Another two out of six, so I guess I owe the Day Job an apology; I walk a thousand steps for them no problem, but I can’t walk around ten to do what I love. Of course, my kid still wants his walks in this time of plague. “Willing For Ten Steps.”

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Log 272 ~Willing For Ten Steps~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but you look like you’re getting a $1,200 stimulus check. If anything for this week, you can live like your wealthy. I know I’ve been sitting on my butt the whole time (seven days Friday). Right now, I can’t even tell you if you have the Day Job or not (work email)? While I’m looking ahead, you can look at me and say I’m Very Disappointed, join the club. The fact that I rise to go to a place I hate and I can’t get it up to walk to the dining room table. Sadly I’m still raring to go as far as “getting it up,” I can only imagine your state.

Let’s start with last night. I can’t go to bed at 10:00 PM or any decent hour, for that matter. I usually play TWD until I feel I can’t keep my eyes open. I set the clock for midnight, but I end up waking at 3:00 AM with all the lights and TV still on. By sunrise, it’s a fight even to walk my boy. I barely got through editing one hundred errors of my novella, and I still have four hundred to go. Now that could have been my first mistake. It got me so worked up, The Eve of a Cherry. What do you think of the new name; a win’s a win, I suppose. Not with my break time, though, between Cherry, Alice Little, and others geez. Wasn’t there a point where I said I wasn’t going to speak of weaknesses in myself. 2020 has been a messed up year for everybody, but I’m still disappointed as I was “moaning” not an hour ago. I wasn’t crying about these Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 008 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Not Receiving Any Warnings From Norton About Security
    Completed
  6. I AM Finishing Writing My Latest Novella
    Completed

Devil’s Advocate, I don’t control #5, but I haven’t received any alerts. I even checked my phone because while I was busy “moaning” about one girl, I checked out Karlee Grey. Talk about ten steps. I can shoot from one fetish to another, no question. You know you can’t stay cooped up for ten days, and you’re not sick; well, I can hope not. Should we go into who gives you fever, because if you’re holding out, you’re as crazy as I was? Speaking of which AHEM Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Reviewing Twenty “GULP” Poems
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Not Receiving Any Warnings From Norton About Security
  6. I AM Finishing Editing My Latest Novella “The Eve of a Cherry”

I’m asking you like Ethan Hawke in “Alive,” for ten steps, Willing For Ten Steps.

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Log 270 ~Will In The Wasteland~

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Well, it’s done, the novella is finished, some 19,000 words and not a single person I can share it with. Camp NaNoWriMo is beginning in April, and I feel somewhat like a cheater because I’m only adding the desert of the fiction. Will In The Wasteland

Friday, March 27, 2020

Log 270 ~Will In The Wasteland~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which wouldn’t mean much if we’re all dead. Let me start by saying I’m so sorry. I swear this is what happens when you time-travel, and all the days begin to bleed together. Right now, it’s Wednesday, my lousy day, but shouldn’t I be talking about what I’m reading or writing Friday. We’ll get to that, but I am sorry for my bout of depression. Yesterday I was talking about literally being over the HUMP. Now leave it to a girl in a very big PINK bra, Reagan Kathryn, and the idea of some church sex.

Yes, Lady Sophia, you didn’t need to read that, but it was in the first part of my novella. Sorry to say it was in the last chapter of my novella, The End. Well, Lady Sophia, if you don’t like SPOILERS, here’s your OFFICIAL SPOILER ALERT. Everybody dies except for my character. I’m pretty sure Earth Erotic wouldn’t appreciate that ending. Do you remember when I was freaking out to hear from them? It’s been weeks, and what about iUniverse? I told them to shut-up after weeks of annoyance. So let’s talk about things I read like all those ads from Wish. At this point in the story, I’m tempted to say they’re the reason I keep getting all those warnings from Norton. You know, all I’ve ever wanted is to be desired. The ironic thing is, only criminals want me even in times such as these, the awaiting wasteland.

I am an American, yeah you hacking scumbags. Anyway, in the eyes of the world, that doesn’t impress. At least I can look forward to $1,200, but Trump is still in charge, so that’s doubtful. What would I do with the money anyway? It’s not like I’m living my dreams right about now. While I broke NO FAP, I have still been in isolation for SIGH five days. I’m going to have to go outside sooner or later, but with how I’ve been reading people? Lady Sophia, I’m a lover snickers, not a fighter, but I’m adding to my arsenal. Finally, NaNoWriMo is coming up in April. I’ve barely done 5000 words with all this time off in a single day. It also feels like cheating to expand on the novella I’ve just finished anyway.

Lady Sophia, I am the waste, Will In The Wasteland.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 269 ~The Will To Win~

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Who’s winning at life besides $$$ Republicans? I suppose people are catching up on their reading, which means I should be catching up on writing, which usually means researching “adult entertainment” in detail. The Will to Win, his stories about done

Thursday, March 26, 2020

Log 269 ~The Will To Win~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so you see it doesn’t take a virus to write but merely the WILL. Now, Dirty Diana, I need to finish, did I say that, wow. Only with the whole damn world falling apart as the song goes, “Tell me what’s so bad, about feeling good?” Well, unlike wealthy people, I understand that the things I do make other people feel bad. There was a period in time I was all about Le Marquis de Sade, still am in Sadism. Today I’m proud to say I worked so damn hard on my novella that I can never show anyone ever.

Now here’s the current character list female wise:

  1. Cherry Roslyn Fae
  2. Anna Cecilia Fae
  3. Caitlin Grace Clayborn
  4. River Nelle McKinney – “Debbie” The Cheerleaders (1973) Brandy Woods
  5. Rini Aubrie Westfall – Airi Akitsuki, Oni Chichi
  6. Amorette Anissa Lucita – Alahna Ly
  7. Sarah Annora Haven
  8. Hanna Abbey Blake
  9. Phoebe Christina Piper – Piper Doll
  10. Brooklynn Elsa McKinney
  11. Gretchen Parker McKinney

Eleven women and I could name them all, but what would that get me. Should I focus more on all the sex scenes that I want to recreate? I could always go with the one from Immoral Sisters, the two sisters licking the principal’s cock. I talked about the one from Shusaku when he was ramming both the teacher and student. I know I am such a broken record, I can’t deny that at all. Why not take a page from Virgin Roster Shukketsubo? There seems to be no fairytale ending in sight. Well, unless you’re the male antagonist. So why am I so anxious to finish a story that no one will read. You may also ask why am I talking to you instead of Lady Sophia about writing? I’ve been in isolation for four days and NO FAP around twelve. Usually, when I make it past the first week, it’s smooth sailing for a bit. I’m not breaking.

I’m channeling my sexual energies elsewhere and with no people to be angry at hmm? Isn’t that a lie, but maybe I want to beat the end of the world by ending my own a bit sooner. Nice guys finish last, though. Isn’t today good for sexual innuendo Dirty Diana?

An excellent night for release but The Will To Win

I Will Have No Fear