Gospel 085 ~Will’s St. Louis Lucidity~

I was never much of a car junkie, and while I can be as greedy as all Hell, it’s never been for money. I have talked often enough of what drives me crazy and still somehow. “Will’s St. Louis Lucidity”

Thursday, September 24, 2020

Gospel 085 ~Will’s St. Louis Lucidity~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but where do I get off? Hell, more to the point, WHEN do I get off. Now I’m not one for toilet humor, and I leave my potty mouth to the bedroom… mostly. Anyway, I will say Wed, September 23, 2020, at approximately 1:55 pm. Yes, I’m gross, perverted, skeevy too SIGH. What can I say? Kamryn has nice legs and black strappy heels? Now I’m usually a breast man, of course. Also, what’s wrong with liking Lucy Tyler. How about Hentai like St. Louis Luxurious Wheels of Azur Lane?

It’s as if my mind is trying its damnedest to take my mind off of MILF Dos and Cherry. Now, like Cherry, we’ll discuss maybe. Lucy is the next best thing to MILF Dos. I never know what turns me on from moment to moment. Why I want a brothel? Entertainment purposes and a whole lot of money. To be honest, I always figured sex would be a lot more plentiful in an apocalypse. Nope, instead of zombies, we have cultists. With the Coronavirus (COVID-19) being an airborne pathogen instead of bites or cuts… Yeah, let’s not get into my usual brothel story, set in the time of plague. So what’s Lucy’s tale other than “Lucy Blew” from Street Blowjobs? Life, my Dirty Diana, is not a porno, but what if. The love of money.

For me yet again, that loving feeling is usually made for Yabbos. I’m generally looking up Momokun’s or, recently, Marshmallowmaximus. Now, as hot as St. Louis is “Lucky Lou,” I doubt she’s the reason I lost my Pinterest account. Well, you never know these days? Hentai drove me crazy a long time ago. One more story I would repeat, but I’m motivated. One day down without fapping to the blue-haired vixen. I am still heavy into brunettes and dark hair. No wonder my subconscious must be telling me to lighten up a bit, you think?

Last but not least, my latest read, Succubus, by A.J. Markam. Since I lost all of the pictures, I might as well dive into thousands of words. Ian was talking about the girl of his dreams. If I had a dollar for every time, I thought that. I saved some.

Only I’d spend them on Yabbos. Big ones, girls with tattoos, and BBW. I’m crazy yet Will’s St. Louis Lucidity.

I Will Have No Fears

Gospel 084 ~Not Easy Being Will~

How many times this month will I ask the question, “What’s My Age Again?” Speaking of ripping off a song, what about Kermit, the Frog? I’m also trying to remember my colors, while but one really matters, GREEN. Not Easy Being Will

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Gospel 084 ~Not Easy Being Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I’m not a Republican. Now I like GREEN as much as the next guy. Yes, I can be as YELLOW as any one of them. God help me when it comes to WHITE women. I can name two BLACK ones. One’s my 2nd BFF, the other’s iffy, so I wish. If I’m going to focus on something in my pants, let it be the money. I’m still time traveling, so today is Monday, Inspector Echo. My first sin is being a liar about the cash. No, I would have stayed at the Day Job. Hell, I wouldn’t have slept all day away, but I did.

Fortunately for most people, when I see RED, it’s at myself. One more reason I hate looking in mirrors. Tom Bilyeu, a motivational speaker I’m into, said this: “No one will ever hate you with the intensity that you can hate yourself.” That’s some honesty. Enlightening, I say, like all of a sudden noticing the BLUE sky. Only Existence Day, well all of Existence Month has been nothing but BLUE. I don’t need to look up once for raindrops, bird droppings, and dust to cover me. Um, yep, I need an eye check-up soon. Always on the lookout for my Oldman and the PURPLE of his fraternity logo. If I want to talk about PURPLE, how about the mature dress covering Tifa’s Yabbos or how it’s removed. That’s the one good thing I’ve seen all day besides my Dæmon’s face.

Oh yeah, what about the PINK bra that Cherry was wearing. She’s still not talking to me. If I were her, I wouldn’t be speaking to me either with all the “edging” I’m doing. I did get in contact with Indiana Gone. Also, I owe M. Anime a yarn. Nope, I only slept away, SIGH.

None of my friends deserve the SILVER medal. Even that Inspector Echo reminds me of yet one more board I lost. St. Louis Luxurious Wheels Azur Lane. I told you I had to scrap the Pinterest App with my muscle memory going on. My thumbs know my mind, ha, ha. Everything is keeping me from the GOLD, but it’s only me. Haven’t I done something with all the Colors of the Wind before? I’m sure I have when I should be focused on BLACK & WHITE. Not Easy Being Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 078 ~When Will Balls Out~

Well looks like I’m in for a bender over the next few days. SIGH, I was hoping taking time off for “Existence Day” would stick, but I only lasted 13 days, and so far, I can’t get past 12 hours. When Will Balls Out… if only I could make money my drug.

Thursday, September 17, 2020

Gospel 078 ~When Will Balls Out~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but don’t wealthy people only worry about money? They say more money, more problems, I say come give me the drama. I heard that in a song once, and I would kill for such issues. Today though, I’m all clear eyes, full heart as they say. Yeah, I hear ya, Dirty Diana; that means I broke again, and no, it wasn’t with fucking some girl. It’s Adult Supervision Required (Scene 2) with Brooke Logan. I value you myself on being creative but in the end, give me a hot brunette.

Hell, if I kept it complicated, I wouldn’t be feeling this way today. Sad but still Iron Will. Before Brooke, it was Cherry and her Mum. Both Mum and daughter, titties out servicing my BBC. Well, this is turning out to be another one of those conversations where I’m ashamed to even post it. One more reason to wish for wealth over pussy. Well, I am a proud American, Dirty Diana, wanting to fuck three girls from the UK. Two from Poland, Teen Kasia, and Misha Cross. God, the things I would do to some Russian girl. Okay, Will Turn-offs:

FEET!!! Sports with the following exceptions (Wrestling and The Olympics), Gospel Music, Water Sports, Pegging, Scat, Bestiality, Racists, Heavy Drinking, Meanness (Outside of a SCENE), Smoking, Foul Language in inappropriate settings, Overly Critical, Dramatic, High- Maintenance, Way too many Tattoos, Talking Too Much, No Intelligence Thoughts, Doesn’t Like Books, Reality Show Junkie, Ice Queen, Flirting With Others, Lateness, Dislikes Porn, Laziness, Long Fingernails, Narcissist, Picking Fights, Overly Religious, Addicted To The Phone, No Fashion Sense, Can’t Cook, Controlling, Not into BDSM, Faking It, Into Weird Diets, Doesn’t Know Anything About Gaming, Doesn’t Like Animals, Anything Against My Furry Kid, Masculine

Well, just like that, Dirty Diana, I’m right as rain. I should print this list out and tape it somewhere. As I’ve told you before, like Dennis Hof, when I cum I go looking for the next party unless I’m by myself. Last night I felt pretty fucked up and went to bed. Of course, that means I woke up late. Now, if I had been with, let’s say Ginny Potter and Becky Le Sabre, or should I stick with Cherry? Anyway, I would be wide awake. Sex is Coffee.

My personal heroin, like Twilight. Like When Will Balls Out

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 077 ~Turn On The Will~

I’ve been in the zone writing today or more to the point, making three lists and checking them twice. Now it’s only September, and the Christmas stuff is coming into the Day Job, and here I am with a “wish list?” Turn On The Will.

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Gospel 077 ~Turn On The Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which would actually put me ahead of the 1%. How I wish money turned me on as much as hmm… Let’s say Thora Birch’s Yabbos in American Beauty. Now before I go apologizing for the thought because today ain’t Thursday. Hell, Inspector Echo, it’s not even Wednesday. Only today, we’re chatting away. The wonders of time-travel, or should I say hard work. Even if it’s only 1200 words between you, Dear Future Wife, and Madam Justice.

What should I apologize for? It’s using you and the other ladies to get my such and such project off the ground. It’s like I’m back on one of those dating sites or something. The question is, has anything changed about me? It’s like I’m some Playmate listing Turn Ons and Turn Offs. Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag as far as Turn Ons go. If anything, this is only one more step or the wiggling of my big toe as it were. You know everything I want out of life besides piles of money. Only here I am about to spell it out to save time in more ways than one.

A good cook, Beautiful singing voice, Affectionate, Empathy, Intelligence, Reading books, Appreciation, Laying my head in her lap, Loves movies, Likes to watch video games, Kindness, Eclectic in music, A good listener, Able to be quiet, My dog likes her, Wearing my shirts, Serving as inspiration, Sitting in my lap, Brunettes, Dark Hair, Dirty Talk, Matching lingerie I can tie her up in, Cosplay, Pigtails, Glasses, Schoolgirl look, Any colorful clothing that can serve as ties, Thigh Highs, Knee Socks, Hentai, Likes watching porn, Hentai, Teen, Sex Dolls, Toys, Voyeurism, Submissiveness, Summer Dresses, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Ravishment, Chokers/Collars, Littles/Middles, Talking Fantasies.

I told someone some days back, if you want your house clean, say to a man he’ll get laid. Looks like something else Steve Harvey got wrong; remember Family Feud. I will blank for sex. Make no mistake. Still, I agree with him on the other answers. I’m saying what it took for me today to get up and do all this writing, so yabbos? Yeah, being verified and putting all my business out in the street. I didn’t take a nap though today because I’ve been all focused and tuned in the zone, yep. Sorry, Turn On The Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 073 ~It’s For The Wills~

The end of the week and nothing has changed. So why don’t I go out there and do something? I’ve asked before what am I waking up for, and while I love my Dæmon like pancakes, Yabbos, and um… line, oh yeah, writing. “It’s For The Wills”

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Gospel 073 ~It’s For The Wills~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what’s it all for? Fear, humiliation, the regrets that come later? It’s not for the cash because I would be published by now. Now Lady Lu, don’t give me that, you don’t write for the money. I have written plenty of stories I know won’t make a dime. My motivations say time and again to find out what you want. Now I know what I don’t want, and given the Law of Attraction, I won’t give them a voice. Still, what have I been doing today? Fixing my profile, a picture, and there’s Yabbos too.

How I deem myself a SADIST, but I’m more a masochist. “I’m just a sucker for pain,” as the song goes. Now I could be having a bout of depression on account of NO FAP, eight days. Yet here I am saying give me more. Am I a better man this week for anything, hm? It’s like finishing NaNoWriMo, I’m waiting for I don’t know what. The money to fall into my lap and dammit, I wish I could stop thinking about sex right now. That’s the thing with an addict; the first week is always the hardest. Oh, pardon my words, my dear Lu. It could be that I was trying to take my mind off “Existence Day.” Yeah, by offering MILF Dos $500 or Cherry €250. No, Bella Thorne, I’d pay for some BBW in the UK. Hell, the closest I’ve gotten to a present is Adam & Eve Bangin’ Betty Stroker Kit.

So pain, addiction, being broke, any more bad emotions I need to exorcise? The fact that I might get verified? How’s that for regret? Well, now I have a place for my language. On the other side, do I need people knowing all my secrets, and these are the worst. Humiliation at the Day Job… I still have some time off, and again am I doing anything to avoid such a fate? If anything Lady Luna, I’m trying to live, and that’s what I’m looking for. A reason to stay alive because I don’t feel it. Writing is life, but once this is all over. Yeah, there it is, the fear of what comes next, shopping, wasting the rest of the day. There are no thrills here, only the horror.

The horror, the horror. As always, It’s For The Wills

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 071 ~Blow Out At Will’s~

First, there were schoolgirls, then maids, now I’ve decided to go all out. It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to. Well, it’s not my tears I’m worried about, and with the pandemic, I shouldn’t be blowing out anything, however. “Blow Out At Will’s.”

Thursday, September 10, 2020

Gospel 071 ~Blow Out At Will’s~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means there should have been cake. Hell, I haven’t felt right since “Existence Day” as there was no steak and baked potato. I’ll Always Love My Mama, as the song goes, but the last thing I need is her reading this. I’m still thinking about something a friend was talking about. Am I wishing for love or someone with legs spread? As always, Dirty Diana, I’m all about the Yabbos. Now last week, I was talking about a maid and future Existence Days, but if I had cake, um…

Well, what guy doesn’t wish for a Three-Way? Even with my “experiences,” that’s something I haven’t done yet. I still have my Red Dawn Fantasy staring Alice Little and Ruby Rae. If I had a million dollars, she’d always say no. I have plenty of those fantasies. Ravishment is the polite term for it. I can’t even conceive why I have one Desmond Ravenstone’s books sitting on my coffee table. Today is supposed to be a good day. Only I didn’t read anything I was so tired. Yet if the book’s not enough to frighten… Speaking of scaring the ladies, I remember that lady in the parking lot asking for money. Hell, that was last year, and life is not one big porno. Why can’t it be Diana? It would’ve worked out like Street Blowjobs. To fuck a hot MILF would’ve been well um (drools).

Now that leads me back to MILF Dos. I’ve made it a week in NO FAP once again, which means I’m delirious outta my mind. If it’s not her, then it’s Cherry. I’ve always wanted to be a girl’s first, but at the moment, I’m in serious need of a blowjob and some big Yabbos. Not fake, but not that I’m judging some pornstars. Yet another thing on my wish list is to make a porno. More to the point, I want to make that my life’s work as I was speaking about yesterday. It beats carrying a shit ton of boxes of who knows what these days. However, what about my writing? If there is one scene, I return to in any book. It’s Rainey Summer Day, getting fucked by her Mom’s boyfriend in The Five. Recreating porno scenes and books… Am I weird?

A year older, wanting my candles; Blow Out At Will’s

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 070 ~Four, Five, Sixty-Nine Wills~

What do you want to be when you grow up? I could have given you a million answers when I was a kid. Now I usually stick to three, and I’m not close to any of them, to be honest, considering the Day Job. Four, Five, Sixty-Nine Wills um…

Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Gospel 070 ~Four, Five, Sixty-Nine Wills~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should have so many nice soft beds to choose from. Why aren’t I in bed now? Inspector Echo, I worked an eight-hour shift at a place I hate. Hell, I huffed and puffed, I was humiliated, and there’s still so much hatred. Yeah, somebody should have told four-year-old or maybe five-year-old me to try harder. Here we are, two days after “Existence Day,” and I ask myself while listening to “Hurt” and motivations. What have I become? Writer, Adult Movie Director, Brothel Owner?

How am I still so ashamed? Inspector Echo, again I face embarrassment at the Day Job. “You wake up one morning, and half your life is gone,” as the song goes. I can tell you I never thought um (What’s My Age Again) I’d be in retail. Books, Broadband, Broads? Well, Inspector, I wouldn’t be opposed to selling those things. I mean no disrespect; they sell a service. For the longest time, I’ve been saying I’m going to publish my books. I don’t know how many I’ve written for NaNoWriMo. Then there’s The Passion Network. Showtime, maybe Cinemax, those were the days, Inspector Echo. Only for now, “I’m a Subscriber.” Yes, I could tell you all about being a member of several OnlyFans and SubscribeStar. Or even another “modeling” site.

Anyway, I joined up somewhere else that I won’t mention. I keep coming back to shame. I’m not ashamed to say I “write” Erotic Fiction. I can say the word Pornographer because it beats what I’m doing now. Dennis Hof is my idol R.I.P. to such an extraordinary lifestyle. When I was but a child, I wanted to be everything from living life as a swordsman to an astronaut. I wanted to serve the U.S.A. as a fighter pilot; then, I wanted to be a war journalist. There was a time that Journalism was my major. Pen, Paper, Photos, Pens, Pussy. Wickedness Inspector Echo, excuse my language. Oh, stop me before I sound like Trump. Person, woman, man, camera, T.V. Now I swear that Grammarly won’t note that sentence, Inspector.

I have dreams that I have to make real and the idea that I haven’t by this point? Yes, I am so sorry, and I haven’t fallen asleep yet, but what have I accomplished? At what time did I get back? Four, Five, Sixty-Nine Wills.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 068 ~Willing Existence Day To Be~

Well, I’m back to time-traveling because I will be too busy surviving the day to bother with writing. Today is like someone announcing the annual Purge and that means I have to hide. Only if I were to have the Perfect Day… Willing Existence Day To Be

Monday, September 7, 2020

Gospel 068 ~Willing Existence Day To Be~

To Existence Day #36

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, yes I am. Madam Justice, today is not about a rule. It’s Existence Day. Now yesterday, I talked about reality, but today I want to speak on Existence Day um, why not now. So if you dare…

My Dæmon is an old man, much like me. He has a little beard, maybe a few gray hairs, but he runs around with my two-legged kids. If I have a son and daughter, of course, Luke and Leia. Three daughters, Katniss, Tris, and Ember. Anyway, how’s breakfast in bed? My loving wife has long gotten me over hating today. She was up early for a “variety” of reasons, and after a kiss, good morning, she’s taking pictures. After breakfast, there’s a shower, but of course, I’m not alone, and why would I want to be. No more hiding today. As I walk through the house, several of the staff are wishing me well. I don’t grumble at them. I don’t have my earphones blaring away. Even now, hearing my voice sounds a little weird.

Now I’m not working today, but somebody has to keep things running. Before my beautiful wife, I would probably have a celebration at one of my many brothels. I have established several, so there’s plenty of stops to make. Everyone’s excited, and the gifts wow. That wonderful wife of mine has a surprise at the studio. Most of the staff will be taking a lunch break as we make a movie. I swear the woman is insatiable, and I’m getting used to my birthday suit.

We take the kids to the beach. While I’m still not much of a fan of the water, my wife is a talented swimmer. My Dæmon is barking his head off, but he’s trying to pull the kids away from the water. He’s getting too old for this stuff, but what about me? My age? Heading back to the house, well geez, everyone has arrived. Cosplayers, writers, some of the tamer girls I know. Indiana Gone, M. Anime, a couple of the MILFS. I don’t dwell on those missing, and my mom is a bit freaked out, but she did raise a gentleman, I think. “Surprise,” my wife announces in her dress, and she brought a friend. Happy Existence Day.

To me, that would be perfect, happy to be alive. Willing Existence Day To Be

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 066 ~The Plan Will Work~

What am I doing today? Of course, a conservation today, walking my kid, cleaning up for Existence Day as if I might have company. No, I will have company if I take a chance but first comes faith. The Plan Will Work

Saturday, September 05, 2020

Gospel 066 ~The Plan Will Work~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and it would be a miracle. Joe Biden said that no miracle is coming, at least not from on high. Now what have I said about listening to white men about everything… America right? Anyway, while I disagree with some of Morgan Freeman’s views on race. I remember his words in the film Bruce Almighty. Be the miracle. I crawled out of bed before 8:00 AM. Took my Dæmon for walkies. I have been cleaning for three days straight. Then we have next week; Existence Day.

I don’t have any arrangements, Lady Luna. Hell, I have more of an idea of what I’m doing tomorrow than Existence Day. I should also add that my little sister’s “Emergence Day” is the day after my own. Am I comparing my sister to the Locusts from Gears of War? Funny that one of my Existence Days would take place in a hospital, well, of course, didn’t the first one ha, ha. I’ve always talked about if terminators existed, I would send one through time. Is there a chance that I could go all “Looper?” Keeping up movie-wise, hmm? I would be glad if you were dear Lady Lu. I’ve been thinking about something, well since last night; delusions of grandeur as they may be. Again, me and my pride to be a ladies’ man, a businessman, right. Staying Alive?

There are two girls, one hinting at reconciliation, another I shouldn’t mention now. I have two days to figure something out. Indeed, only today. Both mothers and would have no time, and yet I’m here. I shouldn’t be wasting my time, but I know the truth of all this, Lu. I don’t want to spend Existence Day alone. Now the other side of the coin, I don’t want to shut the door entirely, and of course, I need the Day Job. Sure, I have my Dæmon. I expect to hear from Indiana Gone. Yet, I won’t even tell M. Anime. Like I’ll see her Yabbos. Somehow though, I have this idea about MILF Tres, aka Special K, and she who will not be named. OKAY won’t say anything, and I want to cut my phone off because I don’t want to hear from my Olds.

I’m Lord Give Me A Sign. I need to hear better men. Man In The Mirror… The Plan Will Work.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 064 ~Something Will MAID Up~

Last week it was schoolgirls, and today it was maids. Now I could use both, but if pressed, at the moment I could use a maid because I’m tired as all Hell and that Hell is coming in a few days “The Day.” Something Will MAID Up or my parents

Thursday, September 3, 2020

Gospel 064 ~Something Will MAID Up~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, hopefully before I’m married. Who knows my wife may understand my business? Not to sound like an asshole, but she may clean up after me. She may even speak Spanish, not that it’s a requirement. Now with maids well, if she cleans well and is hot as Hell, I can give her a job. To be honest, and I’ve spoken of this often enough, I drove away my last maid wanting to see her without her pants. More to the point, get into her pants SIGH, Okay. Today should be “happy” but T-Minus four days.

I talked to Inspector Echo yesterday about how I’m not “knocking boots,” “playing twenty-toes,” or the like. No, Dirty Diana, I’ve been on a cleaning kick. Do you remember “The DAY” I felt Okay up on the loveseat as we watched Twilight: Eclipse. Later on, I watched movies with Indiana Gone. Now that was the best DAY ever. Of course, you know what I want to do. I got two days off from the Day Job. I hate everybody there. But if there’s moaning involved, let it be Jade Jantzen, Ariela Ramera, or Ariella Ferrera.

Yes, I got all into fucking the Latina maid some time ago. I still hate my “father,” but he was right; I should have taken Spanish, and I did later, but I went to French class before that. Can’t speak either, but besides English, my second language says Money Talks.

Bella Rose, Abbey Rain, Mia Rose. Not that the lot of them required money, scene wise. One lost a bet, Abbey needed her hotel job, and who cares, Mia Rose is fucking perfect. She’s in my top five. I’ve already confessed, I clean the house before the maid gets here. The last girl I asked to clean well… yeah, I’m a bad man, I’m a bad, bad man. So seeing as how the next time we chat will be after “Existence Day,” thank you, M Anime. I continue to ask why am I going through all of this trouble. You should see how packed my coffee table is. It would freak out any woman the layers of filth. Oh, I don’t mean levels of dust.

I might be back to time-traveling so as not to work on Existence Day. Something I can blame on my Olds. Something Will MAID Up

I Will Have No Fear