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Log 157 ~Will’s Rey Of Sunshine~

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I swear I was all over the place today, still getting high off of Cherry Blossom fumes, the only thing Star Wars has ever done wrong by me, have me daydreaming about Rey instead of paying attention to anything else. “Will’s Rey Of Sunshine”

Thursday, December 5, 2019

Log 157 ~Will’s Rey Of Sunshine~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that’s still not enough to build a Death Star for myself. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, yes, I fully intend to live up to that warning today. Thursday is supposed to be a good day, but please allow me to get some things off my chest. First, someone honked at me this morning, no big deal, right? Well, I gave the driver the finger for starters. Of course, as I was going up the hill, I saw the sun and from one wrong moment to the next SIGH. I thought of the Basic Bitch, oh I dropped some Cherry Blossom candle mess at the Day Job. Finally, I again sucked, being the boss, but okay enough.

If you’re a Star Wars Fan as you know, I am, well Rey is hot as Hell. I could also tell you a few stories about Rei Hino from Sailor Moon (Homer Drool). You know, should I blame Rey for dropping that Cherry Blossom stuff today? Yes, I’m trying to be positive, but that’s yet another thing. For example, I said hi to a girl, and she said I scared her; I mean, it was only the surprise of it all. I should let this stuff go, I know, and it sounds easy enough to do Dirty Diana. Still, I’m damned either way, so why bother? Is that what today’s about, comparison, something like Kaori Saeki vs. Maejima Kaori. Now that takes me back, remember my Girls of the Week. Only I’ve stuck with this blog two years longer, something to be proud of some.

For the record, though, I’m still a brunette fan. I even told Brook Logan that. “Adult Supervision Required – Scene 2” yep that broke my NO FAP streak. Which I honestly must get back to somehow. Complaints never stop, do they? I read somewhere when you quit; your voice gets deeper. Dammit if I go to McDonald’s one more time, and someone calls me Ma’am again? It’s also not helping that I got that Hot For The Holidays novel. I’m not even close to finishing the book I have. How can I justify going to see the new Star Wars movie with sexy Rey at all? Looking for the sunshine, hell look at what time it is; Day Job’s killing me.

Other than FUCK, well Diana, where’s Will’s Rey Of Sunshine?

I Will Have No Fear

Log 150 ~How Will Pantsed NaNoWriMo~

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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 143 ~Training Hands Of Will~

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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 136 ~Will Is Getting Lapped~

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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 129 ~A Tease Of Will~

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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 122 ~Will Haunts The Racks~

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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.

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Log 115 ~The Forbidden Dance Will~

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I can remember when I use to dance, my feet had more time back then, but between crawling at work, walking my Firstborn, and trying to run the world from every angle well, the heart of rock and roll is still beating. “The Forbidden Dance Will,” right

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Log 115 ~The Forbidden Dance Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I will take dance lessons at some point. SIGH already, this is supposed to be a fun day, but of course, as the song goes, MEMORIES. The last time I danced at a wedding? It was my aunt’s. Yeah, I was much too young to be thinking about girls at that point. My next significant dance memory was freezing still. That’s when some girl was Twerking in my face at my grandparent’s house. My memories don’t mesh with It’s A Southern Thing but Talia Lin, cue Homer Simpson drooling.

Before I lose myself to pity, okay, I’m thinking about Indiana Gone’s wedding, of course. Dear Dirty Diana, I wanted to dance, that’s the “gospel” truth. Only my body would not let me go down that road but 1,500 miles sure. Still ten feet, hell, what about two? I’ve told you fantasies I’ve had, but what about that promise I made? I told myself I would stop the car and dance with my girl to “Drunk On You.” No, I was more inclined to only look it up on Spotify. I should focus on another type of dancing. Only what about that number from Ellie Goulding’s “Love Me Like You Do” so beautiful. What about Final Fantasy VIII, the graduation dance? All this is coming from a guy that wants to shoot porn. I can’t dance like no one’s watching. The worst thing ever, maybe?

She wasn’t exactly asking for the Lambada, Dirty Diana. I talk about how brave I was to show up, and my feet were doing all kinds of dancing. I’m a practicing dominant. I want a girl dancing to my music and nothing else. My voice should be enough for them. You know I’m not one for leather but chains, whips, and lingerie to keep a woman from running away. Now, doesn’t that sound a bit creepy or what’s that other word I almost forgot, hmm?

The List:

  1. Skeevy
  2. Stupid
  3. Merge
  4. Happy

Dancing, to me, is somewhat like laughter. I can laugh, but more often than not, it hurts me though I LOL with the best. I find myself wanting to dance at work, but I’ll do anything to keep from crying. Still, I have nothing against strippers, asses are good, but I’m a breast man. So why couldn’t I have happiness?

It’s The Forbidden Dance Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 108 ~When Will, Will Come~

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Well, I certainly have been putting my car through its paces, and I have been moving pretty fast in that regard, but today, and tonight for that matter as Romeo put it sad hours seem long, but he was talking about a woman. “When Will, Will Come”

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Log 108 ~When Will, Will Come~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana
I AM a Billionaire right now, but it can’t patch the hole in my heart. Speaking of patching holes SIGH, you’ll have to excuse me for not feeling sexier this evening. Anyway, I wouldn’t mind a woman asking me that question, when will I come. Wait, don’t I have a woman asking me that question? Well, she’s spoken for or will be in a couple of days. The thing is, though, what I did today was harder than yesterday. Wednesday scared the crap out of me, but today it only hurts.

I’m talking about my heart for once and not a case of Blue Balls. Hell, Dennis Hof was loving so many women but loved his dog Domino more than any of them. Half a million for a dog, and my Firstborn has two bottles of meds. He also has five packs of food and his favorite toy. Right now, as the song goes, “And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady” but right now, yeah, I’m soft. A single father with only my little boy, I do remember a time I was a hopeless romantic. You know I’m a true believer in the living dead? Count Jesus, and you might consider me a Christian. When’s the last time I’ve been in a church anyway. Let’s not talk about some of the fantasies I once imagined. Did I say that on a Thursday, this is all about fucking sexual ideology? I don’t even watch my language today; it’s my day.

In truth, I’ll be glad when it’s all over. Indiana Gone “The Bride” was telling me about the work she was doing. I said weddings are work, but they should be fun. Imagine what a wreck I’ll be when I meet some girl. She’s out there, somewhere. Indiana Gone asked when she’ll attend my wedding, and I said, “when the dead walk the earth.” Yeah, I’ll meet my Maggie, my Enid, the dream is Alicia. Such names would usually get me hard. If I wanted to come, I could think of a million different reasons. The only coming I’m doing, though, is a wedding, a dog hotel, and all the fears that await me tomorrow morning. You could tell me I could fuck any woman, but I would only want to get back to here.

Now I’m sitting alone, others asking, When Will. Will Come?

I Will Have No Fear

Log 101 ~Willing To Get Moving~

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Here in my car I feel; well if I stick with my motivations I should say grateful that I was able to pay for it, but why do I need a car, so I can work, make money, and spend that money on, hell more work one day. Willing To Get Moving.

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Log 101 ~Willing To Get Moving~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana
I AM a Billionaire right now and crying over 570 bucks. Well okay not sobbing and a little over. If I am going to pay that much, I wish it was not over the car. How else then would I pursue sex. The fact of the matter is every move we make is either going after that. The results of “doing it” don’t I feel like an old man now? Dirty Diana there is also the justification of sex. You know I’ve never paid for sex; not that I’m not willing to understandably. The sadder fact is I have paid for the illusion of such plenty.

Hell, I remember years ago I thought $300 was enough and then I had to fix the car. Here’s a confession, I’ve never had sex in a car. Yeah Dirty Diana, porno lies and also sexy Rom-coms. Take for example the 2009 movie, Public Sex aka “Dogging A Love Story.” To this day I’m still upset about that mom in the Walmart parking lot. The closest my life has ever gotten to being an adult film. Then again I know some actual working girls but yeah where did all my money go this afternoon. After that missed opportunity I was researching “Lot Lizards” for days. Let’s say my Xvideos list got pretty specific. My “Street Blowjobs” list grew. The thing is I wasn’t going anywhere fast. Now I’m thinking about “Indiana Gone’s Wedding” and finding some “strange wool” in a new place, call me adventurous.

Can you call me old too? Two things, one “strange wool” is out of that movie The Warriors. The second is I’m one for the shaved look, if anything. Here’s some more truth for you though, all-girls cost money. Today I read something about calling women girls and the culture surrounding it to be sure. One more thing I’m stuck in, girls, chicks, and you know I can say so much worse. I know this doesn’t sound so sexy today, but dollar bills turn me on as much as women. Maitland Ward is still lighting the porno industry on fire. Of course I’m trying to make sure my car doesn’t catch fire ever. Yeah, so let me burn my cash and keep moving forward, here in my car. So where am I going anyway, Dirty Diana? Well, work and bed but Willing To Get Moving.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 094 ~Willing To Be Surprised~

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The things that women do, hell Dennis Hof never had it easy with his business, and neither did his girls but where they found they found themselves, surprise, surprise, but what about myself? Willing To Be Surprised

Thursday, October 3, 2019

Log 094 ~Willing To Be Surprised~

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Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, surprise, surprise. There was a time in my life when I wanted to be surprised on The Day. Yes, it’s October now, as the song goes, wake me up, when September ends. Well, you want to know what woke me up this morning? Of course, after my Firstborn’s walk and a promise of lunch. Maitland Ward, you know “Rachel” from Boy Meets World is getting naked or has according to my research. She’s doing a feature called “Drive” directed by Kayden Cross. Yes, I saw her naked too, yep porn.

One more reason I adore women, and yeah, I’m frightened somewhat. Now before you go calling me a punk, “I am not a coward,” thank you, Dale Gribble, or was that After Earth? Anyway even the great Dennis Hof said:

“To me, a woman is a goddess, and I can’t live in a godless world.”

Now I will never be a man of the “normal” faiths, but THEY talk about loving God and serving. Despite this, THEY still show surprise at “Acts of God.” So it is with women and me or even my taste. I don’t understand somethings women do, not that it’s bad. To this day I still remember when I talked MILF Dos into getting naked for me, wow. I haven’t spoken to “Okay” in ages, but she showed me a nude picture with no prompting. I could go on; the whole men and women can’t be friends theory I still hold.

Everybody remembers The Frappening. Dirty Diana, I still want to fuck Jennifer Lawrence. Another surprise this morning; what the fuck happened to Chloë Grace Moretz’s hair? The big question I should be asking is about myself? After a release, and no, I’m not getting back on Brainbuddy, I dwell on my path. Nothing has changed Dirty Diana; I’m still looking for models. One day I will own those brothels, strip club, studios, etc. Only once upon a time I was a guy merely writing poetry. I got more than enough for a lot more 100 poem compilations. What women will inspire my next erotic novel; NaNoWriMo is coming up in November. How can I be exhausted and full of energy at the same damn time?

I don’t get tired of women ever. Wasn’t I talking about being sick a day or so ago? My sex drive is too damn high, but that’s not a bad thing. Well, unless I’m talking to you, downloading TeenStarlet. Even now thinking about that “Kayden Kross Fucks In The Bathroom” scene. Oh yeah and Maitland Ward’s videos. I found Teen Topanga back in the day, of course not the actual actress but a good lookalike. Speaking of which I could go into parodies, cosplay, and everything in between, but I’m running late as is right. For once though it’s food. Only I still keep money in my wallet like the guy in “Street Blowjobs” Women SIGH Willing To Be Surprised.

I Will Have No Fear