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Gospel 002 ~Plot Not Playboy Will~

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I talked about repeating myself, blah, blah PORN, *cue Charlie Brown adults* wah, wah, which is what I might as well be writing instead of the real-life adventures of a not so young Will. Plot Not Playboy Will.

Friday, July 3, 2020

Gospel 002 ~Plot Not Playboy Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what am I doing with my primary two sources of income. Writing and women, no, I’m afraid I’m still stuck with the Day Job. Again no, but the story of my life isn’t getting any better and who’s at fault. I found my antagonist, yep.

He’s the guy who only today, got a new pair of boots and what about food? Remind me never to order from East Buffet again. I still miss the Red Lantern. East Buffet’s curry chicken is neither spicy nor overall appetizing. Somehow they got three stars from me, and I don’t have the time to write yet another review. Hell, I don’t have the time to finish the one I’ve been promising from the Logs to now the Gospels. The word is growing on me, but what isn’t moving is my new novel. It’s day three, and I’m already falling behind with Chapter Two. At least I can say I did a good deed for someone else rather than becoming the villain. I returned a lost phone, but was that by the goodness of my heart? As always, I was guided by FEAR, of my own loss and of getting caught thieving or even hacking.

Why steal when I’m sitting on $1,335.00 from saving up half the year? If I’m hacking anything, it would be between some girl’s… yeah, today ain’t Thursday. It’s so HARD, though… NO FAP. I still miss MILF Dos, I can’t deny that. I thought about reaching out to Cherry, but I reined that in. I haven’t quit cold turkey though considering Nagoonimation, which was only $5.00 but is worth far more. Final Fantasy VII has been a driving force and not because of the story. I have never played it.

So what about Too Late and For A Fine Cherry Spread? Lady Sophia, I have to make it through the end of the week. Seven days and what, my biggest streak lately was thirty, and so far, I’ve barely made it one day. Seeing as how this is a new year though I am trying, I swear it. Even as I say this, though, where am I? You guessed it, downloading Nagoonimation’s animations. I always need to know the end of a story, right? Where to begin though Lady Sophia.

I’m only good at finishing um, Plot Not Playboy Will.

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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 366 ~The Biggest Willie Ever~

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I would have thought my last conversation of three years would be something. I don’t know, spectacular, but it’s past midnight now, which means it’s the anniversary of Will’s Writings, Witticisms, And Wisdom. “The Biggest Willie Ever,” hmm?

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Log 366 ~The Biggest Willie Ever~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but isn’t that a lie? The closing of the year and today is not a day for lies. Okay, no day is, to be honest. As Tom Bilyeu put it, Every Moment Is a Moment for Courage. So there are three things I will confess as if I hadn’t before SIGH.

First and foremost, I started this blog because a girl called me Skeevy. Now that was the Basic Bitch. Second is the fact that I couldn’t stop writing even if I wanted to. Words Are Power, never forget that. Last is that in three years, what have I accomplished, NOTHING!

If I were one to reread my prior works… No wonder that my editing process sucks. I’ve chased off at least two women, hell three, maybe four. The Rainbow Girl, Okay, MILF Dos, and Cherry. They all sort of blend together these days. There isn’t even a potential on the horizon. I’ve lost quite a bit of money, which reminds me I still need to check with “Adam & Eve” for more submissive clothing. Today would be an excellent day to quit Fapping. I started Sunday, and of course, here I am again with the time travel. How about around this time I said I would have GULP published? I’m still at the dreaded Day Job, which is why I’m here so early. Is this a celebration, I mean Thursday will be the start of year four. Is my writing getting any better, my heart?

Yeah, I’m still making sex jokes, aren’t I? Today is the start date of Camp NaNoWriMo, so am I too tired. If anything, I did show courage today (Monday). I got my haircut. Not as much as I would like, still baby steps. What sort of steps should I be taking here after three years Inspector Echo? I’ve been at my damn Day Job for eight years. I just like the torture, right? However, with you and the girls, I’ve been here almost every day, and 366 days is proof enough of that. I’ve given you the reasons I showed up, so why do I stay after all this time. I don’t know how to shut up? Perhaps there isn’t a big enough apology. SIGH, I am sorry, Inspector Echo. Three years isn’t enough time?

No more room in Hell for The Biggest Willie Ever?

I Will Have No Fear

Log 363 ~And I Will, Tomorrow~

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If you ever asked me what I am doing tomorrow, I’ll be in bed. My dream job would involve somebody in bed. Tell me about the good life, and I would want to jump out of bed as much as to climb back in. And I Will, Tomorrow, ha

Sunday, June 28, 2020

Log 363 ~And I Will, Tomorrow~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but you will be tomorrow, won’t you? As long as you’re better at making decisions than I was, say yesterday. Hell, I spent four hours debating between a Piggie Potato, Chicken Tenders, and Pizza. Which one did I choose? A Ham & Cheddar Hot Pocket and a bag of popcorn and why? Because you’ll sit right here at 4 AM saying tomorrow, “And what does that get you—NOTHING.” I wish but congratulations, you’re going to Hell.

Tomorrow you’ll give up FAPPING and what happens? It hasn’t been twenty-four hours, but all you have to do is pick up your phone. See, I like that fear that courses through you, that Paranoia! Cha-Cha-Cha. Better the sweat of your brow than other secretions. Speaking of which, tomorrow you will work for what you want, isn’t that right? Shouldn’t you be writing, and I mean more than us having this petty conversation. Camp NaNoWriMo begins this week, and you would never fail that would you? Yeah, as you would never fail to get up each and every morning. To go to the FREAKING Day Job that you hate because you know tomorrow and the day after, the year, your life. Such a thing you are in Six Impossible Things.

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 032 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 Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM NOT Going To Spend All Week Crying But Making Up…
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Too Late by Colleen Hoover
    Failed

One point, only because you’re still breathing, and I don’t mean easy even in your bed. Tomorrow you’ll get out of bed and walk down to the dining room table? I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry at the thought. Now you would cry over MILF Dos’s Yabbos. Okay, let’s think with the other head, namely the one on top. Will you have the guts to call and get an appointment for a haircut? SIGH, now that’s a grander debate than wanting to order food, isn’t that right? Between getting new boots, your ears lowered. Or buying that Norah Lace French Top and Flutter Tap Panty. It’s not like you’ll have a submissive to wear it anytime soon. I suppose tomorrow you’ll be Emeric Marceaux from Dark Notes, am I right? How about another song? “You’ll find a woman, and you’ll find love.” How about you find out about these 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 Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Going To Mow Both Lawns Before The End Of The Week
  6. I AM Finishing Too Late, Colleen Hoover

In the end, you don’t want to hmm… There’s always another day, and you know what Stephen King said about Hell. That’s still today, so escaping, And I Will, Tomorrow?

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Log 361 ~Told By A Willie~

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It’s a tale told by an idiot or will be in about five days. Three years of writing this blog, with around 400 words each day, SIGH. What do I have left to say other than being a broken record player? Told By A Willie, ha

Friday, June 26, 2020

Log 361 ~Told By A Willie~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that would mean I could stop listening to my Willy one day. You know, my Wang, my monster, and Pedro. All my life, it seems I’ve been listening to one Willie or another. The one in my pants, my fears, and of course, my “father.”

Let’s start with my favorite and my worst. It should be said that I’m not a racist, and I’m not only saying that being a Black “Man” in the deep south. Wang and Pedro, for example. I’m not looking up Wang, I looked up Willie once today, and Pedro reminds me of Varsity Blues. Black Lives Matter, but what was I doing with mine last night? An excuse, but “something” happened and between three different women. Mia Khalifa in Graduating Summa Cum Loud, Final Fantasy VII Remake – Hot Tifa Lockhart – Part 48 and my current “obsession.” Hell Lady Sophia, I rubbed one out, so I’m not telling a story of being clean. Right now, my NO FAP story is only eleven hours. What am I going to do when Camp NaNoWriMo rolls around in July?

Oh yeah, that’s one more thing I’m scared of. Besides not keeping it in my pants, I’ve told you about my shoe/feet problem. So that means I’m going to have to get off my ass and go shopping at some point today. Now that explains why I’m talking to you right now. I’m scared of walking into the gas station with a mask on, so yeah, I had to work that out. I still haven’t called about a haircut. As always, I’m worried about My Dæmon. How many times do I have to carry him downstairs? The spam links keep coming, but as far as I know, all is well. Lady Sophia, that’s one of my greatest fears. I will be sitting right here again next year, writing in my bed. Five more days and I will have been telling my story for three years.

A tale told by an idiot if my father had his say. Yeah, I’m not allowing him on my Facebook, and did I mention I’m still blocked by MILF Dos. The fear of losing her has come and gone. I go back and forth between sending more money, trying again, a story without any end.

Why do I deserve an ending, Told By A Willie?

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.

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Log 359 ~Willing The Limbo Game~

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I don’t play party games, and I’m not much of a dancer, but I’m not crying about Indiana Gone. Well, she did have to deal with some racist jerk. Anyway, how about my game of life tonight? Willing The Limbo Game

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Log 359 ~Willing The Limbo Game~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, as I sink to the lowest denominator when it comes to people. Hell Inspector Echo, Sex gets a worse rap than violence. I could go either or and as always go down even lower. How about being sad, with general disappointment?

Well, let’s start with my favorite subject, can you guess? Sex, my dear Inspector, and did I say I broke NO FAP earlier this week. Yeah, sometime this afternoon even, so tomorrow is going to be lovely? Geez, Inspector Echo, I can’t survive two days now. As THEY say, like people in Hell want ice water. Isn’t that where I’ve been when we start talking about the Day Job. Am I using that as an excuse? I was all “discombobulated” last week and then… people. It’s one thing to think of MILF Dos as an angel, a queen, or a goddess. How I already feel like a slug for doing something, I still don’t know what I did wrong. At least Sex brings me to life. Everyone at the Day Job makes me want to die. So yeah, I go back to bed and wank off to Tifa Lockhart and Aerith Gainsborough; wait until tomorrow.

Speaking of going lower, what’s that “old” meme AHEM, “What Are Those?” I’ve never worried about designer shoes, but to quote a famous Will, “And what the Hell is that smell?” Those would be my boots, Inspector Echo. It’s not like my money situation has my pants falling down. Yes, I know, I still have money to worry about “Yabbos.” How many times have I mentioned Hell tonight? If I were to die, it would be me looking at Yabbos and never touching them for all eternity, always another pair.

Now I’m not planning on dying unfortunately for myself and others. Still, there are some people I hate with everything within me. Only I have their blood in my veins, or I still need a paycheck no matter how small. What about My Dæmon, who I love like pancakes? I’m not the father that I should be ever Inspector Echo. The only good reason I look down is all him. Otherwise, it’s my penis, the putrid smell of my boots, or that person in the mirror I can’t stand seeing.

My apologies Inspector Echo, for my weakness and wastefulness; I’m not Willing The Limbo Game.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 356 ~Will Be BLACK Later~

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The start of a new week and I wish I could say I feel good. It’s more like the first time I discovered a particular website. I feel like the police are right behind me, and already I’m looking for a “safe” place to stop. Will Be BLACK Later

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Log 356 ~Will Be BLACK Later~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but lately, the focus has been on being black. History has taught me a bit, and as for you, those that don’t learn from it… Doom Much?

This last week between “The Nine,” I keep saying the words, “how dare I.” Comparing MY problems to those of my BLACKNESS. I’m being ridiculous.

How dare I insulate that it’s the color of my skin, that scares white women. Already that’s not fair, again with Sweetness and All That Jazz. I mentioned Emmet Till and also the Rosewood Massacre this week. A black young man and a falsified statement that led to many African Americans being killed. As much as I want to believe it, my problem is I’m a BITCH, pardon my French. I was too scared to talk to women, so what did I do? I blabbered, I begged, I bought. Yes, this conversation is brought to you by the letter B. But tell me why a “hello” gets me blocked. A billfold means I don’t have any respect for women. Hell a Butterfree and the lyrics of Butterfly say I’m a bad man. A Black man does not equal that. Yes, I’m sexual, I’m not beautiful, I’m even a buffoon. Look at my Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 025 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 032 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM NOT Going To Spend All Week Crying Over MILF Dos
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Too Late by Colleen Hoover
    Failed

How dare I claim the title of being a black man. As with my name, do you know why I repeat it in six out of seven blogs? Because a white woman made me ashamed of myself. Yes, I agree outright, my words weren’t right. The stuff I said to her, but this keeps happening. I’m Will and not my father’s Jr. He beat my mother, and I have never ever harmed a woman physically. Excluding siblings, a sister. New goals… nope, Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 032 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM NOT Going To Spend All Week Crying But Making Up…
  6. I AM Finishing Too Late by Colleen Hoover

How dare I almost break NO FAP over a pair of breasts. Boobies that would have gotten me killed how many years ago? It’s one of the reasons I want you to become a billionaire. Oh yeah, I wasted last week, and now you have so much on your plate. None of it to do with your book because what? The word you’re looking for is bravery, brains, shall I add Bona Fide. Somehow black has always fallen by the wayside until I couldn’t cope. Only there are still bucks, a chance to make things like before, maybe even better.

Black, Will Be BLACK Later.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 354 ~Sign Of The Willies~

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Stop signs aren’t optional, but of course, when I first got behind the wheel well… you know something that might be an excellent job for me, seeing as I do enough of that in my life, and still, I ask “Lord Give Me A Sign.” “Sign Of The Willies.”

Friday, June 19, 2020

Log 354 ~Sign Of The Willies~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so the worse sign could be that I’m broke. Well, Hell to most wealthy people, that would mean being only a dollar off. By next week I’ll see that as $0.00 because I didn’t work this week, but that doesn’t scare me. What signs do terrify?

Now, given my lack of Norton, E-Mail, and H&R Block messages, there’s still plenty. Am I always griping about MILF Dos? Between being busy, with the groomer, the games, and my lack of guts haven’t thought about her… much anyway. More I’ve been thinking about The Harmonic War and the message I couldn’t bring myself to read. I’m still disgusted with myself for years gone by. Yeah again, tell that to TTB, Of Inner Demons, VG, and the list continues. What about Sweetness, The D, and even the Basic Bitch? At least they said “goodbye,” so there was closure. For now, shall I say that ignorance is bliss? She loves me, she loves me not? At the moment, I would settle for seeing MILF Dos pop back on my screen.

Living in America as a black “man,” I would be quite remiss, not to mention Juneteenth. Freedom for “my people” Lady Sophia. What happened to that is a big question? Black towns have been razed over a white woman’s lies. Emmett Till was lynched. I should consider myself blessed that I can sit here and whine over six pairs of white boobies. Black Lives Matter though I’ve never felt that way about my life. Those signs are everywhere, and yet what is the sign I’m waiting on, which brings me back to my topic. What am I scared of reading? My money, being returned, which means it’s over. It doesn’t, she doesn’t, and it’s a lesson learned. Do I need another message from Whisper or Instagram? Talking about a sugar daddy or another porno link?

Lord Give Me A Sign as the song goes. I should be in bed because soon enough I’ll be looking at 4 AM and a sad furry little boy. How about the log count so far? It’s been about three years, and what do I have to show for it? Camp NaNoWriMo is coming up again, and the last one cost me Cherry, not to mention a big CHEATER sign.

And nobody knows it but me, Sign Of The Willies.

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