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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.

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Log 135 ~It Bugs Me, Will

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Last week it was ants or the lack thereof and this week, butterflies, ants, and roaches oh my but I’m not talking about the actual creatures for they all exist in man, at least if you watch some weird cooking shows. “It Bugs Me, Will.”

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Log 135 ~It Bugs Me, Will

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I don’t think much of people. If I was being honest with myself and joined the ranks of the one percent, what would I do? I help NaNoWriMo and animals. Inspector Echo, is it a sin I still owe Indiana Gone, Birthday and Wedding Gifts?

Butterflies, not the first bug you thought I would mention today. I wasn’t thinking about them myself, but now I’m feeling them. Have I ever told you that Red and Black are my battle standard? Today though, I want to burst into that song Amber. No, I should mention the last time I spoke about butterflies or a particular Pokémon to a girl, the “Rainbow?” I would do well to remember since this would cause even more trouble. Wasn’t I so “optimistic” today, though, and I do not need to be in any sense? Shouldn’t I play Chris Pratt’s part in Passengers? Only I’ll do the right thing and leave her alone. I wasn’t lying to her, though; I like how my name sounds on her lips. Cherry would have a time with this, given her particular romantic interests always.

Ants would take my mind off things, but am I trying to curse myself, happy thoughts. It’s FEAR though Inspector Echo, my anxiety and worry. I’m always on guard, and that explains why I’m holed up in bed today. How about being in bed for a different reason, and it’s no good. I’m feeling pretty “antsy,” and I’m not sure why. Well, no, I know exactly why, but so far, I can still post this if I stay on the up and up. These words like one big ant colony, and I’m trying not to bug anybody else, life goals.

Roaches can survive anything or so “THEY,” say. My day job, for example, I endure humiliation, exhaustion, and I play dead. Some pretty girl sees me, and I go scurrying all over the place. I don’t want to imagine myself as a nuisance, but isn’t that always the case. Dennis The Menace, Bran the Broken, Will the Ill, etc. Why doesn’t “Okay” talk to me anymore? When I speak to Indiana Gone, I only bring bad news. Why do I chat up some pretty girl despite everything she has going?

I’m sorry for this RAID Inspector. To be a raven, Nevermore, It Bugs Me, Will.

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Log 131 ~I Will For Lust~

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Between the time I wrote this and this evening, what a day is all I can say, but why should I worry as the song goes, no I should be working, and I did today, but well there is no but or let’s say other parts of the anatomy. “I Will For Lust.”

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Log 131 ~I Will For Lust~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now. I say that every day, but I’m not on drugs. Don’t do drugs kids, but if I’m done somewhat quoting movies let’s talk about today. No offense to those that have survived rehab, but I have that feeling right now. The impression that I want to get clean and what I did was the last time. Okay, so I’m a junkie that had his fix last night. Damn “No Nut November” (LANGUAGE), but as the song goes, “She drives me crazy, and I can’t help myself.”

Every girl I know would freak out because they would think I’m talking about them. Let me make this plain; love should be an obsession. I told my mother once that I didn’t believe in unconditional love. She read me the “riot act.” Uh oh, am I revealing my age, Ok Boomer. Am I done with history and current events? For the record, I’m a Millenial. Anyway, I guess I couldn’t take it, you know, putting five thousand words down and I was still going. One more “peek” before the end of the night, and I was looking up everything; I’ll give you a list. The thing is I keep going back and forth between thinking I have a problem and being myself. Hell, you need only read my novels, someone always owns a brothel, cathouse, whorehouse, the ideas Lu.

The Sirens:

  1. Brooke Logan
  2. Miki Hirayama
  3. Naomi Sakamoto
  4. MILF Dos
  5. Misha Cross
  6. Faith Seed

If anything, I need to treat them like the kind that I need to get away from, don’t I Lady Lu. Well, that makes sense like the “Anatomy Of Frickin’ Laser Beams.” Thank you, Austin Powers, and also the name of what, my ninth chapter. I’ve lost several “good” ideas from the shower, getting to here. I still owe myself five thousand words today. I’m so late, and I want something good for lunch. I even checked my account today, my math, when it comes to money? Yeah, I always thought I was better when it counted. The only thing I’m counting is going for one week and not caving. The “Wrist” Of Playing Chronos, still doesn’t have any sex, sense, or sanity. Chrono Crusade, Chrono Cross, so I will stick to “Chrono” Lady Lu.

The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono, but I Will For Lust.

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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.

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Log 128 ~Will’s ANTS And Uncles~

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Gratitude, okay there’s no ant invasion like last year when it started to get cold, I’m not super horny though I’m disappointed, and I have time to extend my lead in NaNoWriMo if I don’t get lazy. Will’s ANTS and Uncles.

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Log 128 ~Will’s ANTS And Uncles~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now but could be fourteen dollars richer, of course. Have I told you before how greedy I am, from my deep sleep to dollars and cents, and dolls that get me hard? Tomorrow is Thursday, I know. And you know I can say worse things about women, damn #NoNutNovember (LANGUAGE). So why am I sitting at the dining room table again today? Now that’s what I want to talk to you about now. I wish I could talk about that movie that played in my head all this afternoon, a wasted day.

First, let’s state the obvious, am I making “Dad Jokes,” “Puns,” or only dumb writing? Anyway, there are no ants in the house, and the heat is on. It’s been this way for what, a week? I’ve destroyed the world in nearly every story I’ve written, so yeah, I can take care of a few ants. Okay, another way of saying Ant is Aunt, and I’m no one to lecture you on the English language. I only have thoughts; my Aunt Lee Lee said I wanted to destroy the world. In a way, she had a point from me writing my novels to the games I play (something happens to the world). How about what I think the world of ha? Women, I haven’t watched The Handmaid’s Tale in months. Auli’i Cravalho is hot as The Little Mermaid. A young woman gained my attention yesterday, but I won’t be dumb, oh yeah this morning SIGH.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxQnEse73PE

Am I saying uncle, throwing in the towel, waving the white flag or tissue with #NoNutNovember? I’ve spoiled the month, but I don’t want to, I have to fight, but the stress Inspector Echo has closed my window. I am going to try and salvage the day, back to writing, no more looking up Jade Jantzen as a Maid. It’s been my experience most real maids aren’t that hot. Yes, I do miss “Okay” some. No more, Auli’i Cravalho, but I think I will have a seafood night. One benefit of not being horny every single second. Cherry says she’s depressed all the time, but I’m horny but sort of like Joe from ChromiumBlue.com: The Eternal (2002). I had to take the edge off if anything, but I’m still disappointed.

I’m sorry Inspector Echo for my worry and wanton lusts; still Will’s ANTS And Uncles.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 124 ~The Intercision Of Will~

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When you get two notices from Norton in two weeks, you don’t want to trust anybody, and what about other decisions, it’s like I’m being ripped apart, cut to ribbons, and my little Dæmon is exhausted with my lack of choices. The “Intercision” Of Will.

Saturday, November 2, 2019

Log 124 ~The Intercision Of Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I don’t want to lie to you. I want to be honest as not to add negative vibes to the universe. Well, that was fun while it lasted. I only had to reread the title once more. Yes, My Lady, the negativity starts early, which explains why I’m so late this morning in our conversation. Today’s problem stems from my indecision, but didn’t I write “Intercision?” Not a fan of the series “His Dark Materials,” well neither am I, the show I mean until December. It starts on November 4th.

Do you know that song “1st of Tha Month,” it’s when I like to pay my bills, then or the end. So I said I was going to sign up for HBO so I could start watching His Dark Materials and maybe Game Of Thrones. Again I’m late, and I’m also a coward or a Scrooge. Take your pick. Next, we have No Nut November, that I’ve lost twice thanks to my habit of Alliteration. Yes Lady Lu I’m blaming English, and also well I better make a LONG list:

  1. Kagney Linn Karter in Delinquents (2010)
  2. Misha Cross in A Whirlwind Of Wickedness! (Jimslip)
  3. Cherry
  4. Sansa Stark, Arya Stark from GOT

Well, not that long, but the Stark sisters remind me of my NaNoWriMo novel, presently untitled. I’m even bringing back Prometheus from “Apocalypse Rush” and of course, the protagonist. Damn (LANGUAGE) might as well be Taki Minase from Bible Black. Arya or rather Maisie Williams will be the love interest. Finally, I need to create a cult that worships the idea of the fear of time, does that make sense.

No, I didn’t think so, but somehow I can come up with a fake world quicker than deciding on my life. I wanted to upgrade one of my drives, but that’s because I want more porn to fit. Why bother to attempt to finish out the month. Here we go again with my problem making any one decision. My little Dæmon is lying here as exhausted as his human. Let’s see how long I keep calling my Firstborn that, see if it takes. If anything, I feel separated from myself, and since I did 4,600 words yesterday I could afford rest. Now the answer is no, though, but you know with The Intercision Of Will.

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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 121 ~Comes From Week Willed~

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We’re only midway through the week, and instead of wanting everyone else to shut up, for once, I’m inclined to take my advice; okay yeah, people at the Day Job still talk too much. Come From Week Willed, the need for communication

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Log 121 ~Comes From Week Willed~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM A Billionaire right now, my daily, weekly, hell 365 thought. It’s a sin that I’m not doing more to make it happen, indeed living it at all. Inspector Echo it’s like I tell everyone at the day job, “Another Day” am I going to look up “RENT” the musical? We’ll get to everything I’ve been looking up. Why the delay? Now that’s the biggest sin for the middle of the week, me and my big mouth. I know I’m usually so late talking to you and the other girls. It is far better to keep everything in, but right now?

The more things change, the more they stay the same “THEY” preach. Do you remember how I got started, I found out Kaelin from TTB had passed away? Next thing you know, TTB takes away her sets, but she had a few on Teen Starlet. So as we speak, I’m downloading as many girls collections that remain; so far, 42 girls, not even half. How do I expect to get NaNoWriMo done? Well, my subscription ends tomorrow, and NaNoWriMo begins Friday. I have no inkling what to write about, and I’m still upset about my T-Shirt. Am I one to be talking about clothes or women now. The past two days, I’ve snapped at two. I haven’t heard from Indiana Gone in days. Out of the blue, I realized I haven’t spoken to “Okay.” Now what about Cherry, well damn.

A greater man than me once said: “(Will) shut the fuck up” (LANGUAGE). Don’t get me wrong, Inspector Echo, the Basic Bitch, was right. I was skeevy; I still hate that word honestly. MILF Dos stripped for me and said dirty things but didn’t like how I talked to her. The Rainbow Girl was right; I can be scary though I was nothing but kind to her. Now we have Cherry that says I’m repeating everything; other guys say wanting to get into her panties. Officially, Inspector, I don’t know how to talk to women, NEWSFLASH. No wonder I’m working on my porno collection, well modeling whatever. My tongue is weak, and my fingers are much too fast. Why do you think I want the Dead to march, or yearn for a world like A Quiet Place? My motivations today were talking about imagining what you want but saying it?

Sorry, Comes From Week Willed.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 119 ~Happiness Is Just Being Yourself~

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Am I happy today, this second, nope, but I’m still glad; I’m finishing up today, there is food in the freezer, my kid is resting, TWD reactions are badass, and I’m not all horny, the thing is I believe. Happiness Is Just Being Yourself

Monday, October 28, 2019

Log 119 ~Happiness Is Just Being Yourself~

Hundred And Eighth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but does that make me happy? Sometimes I like to think I’m different from other guys, and then I talk to Cherry or MILF Dos. How many mornings has it been where I’ll say I’ll do better? Well, it’s 5:00 PM, and I’m not reading but talking to you. I don’t mean that as an offense, but I should be elsewhere. Hell, I never thought I would make it this far. I hate that it bears repeating, but I’m not suicidal. Today’s lyrics would be, “I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad,” true.

Take, for example, last night, SIGH; I broke my NO FAP rule. Call me crazy, anything but happy, but a woman saying, “I want you to feel me cum on your dick” (LANGUAGE). I know today isn’t Thursday, but that was my unfurling. Sometime this afternoon, I was talking to Cherry about old journals. You remember I wrote some hateful stuff once upon a time and got arrested, Juvenile Detention. Of course, the porno, which is the last journal I showed her, didn’t do me any favors. I might as well be like those guys that send “penis portraits.” I remember what I would write to the Basic Bitch “Skeevy” and even when I tried to be kind like to the Rainbow Girl. The cops have a point; I have the right to remain silent or not considering the company.

There is a song that says, “happiness is a warm gun” let’s not go down that road, though. Sex makes me happy, no doubt. You want me to be happy myself, books, brothels, and bucks. The only three B’s more vital to me belong to my Firstborn. How many times do I need to say it, I want to live the life of Dennis Hof. I could go through quite a few names, but wouldn’t they all be sex icons? My motivations though talk often enough of being happy this very moment. I would be satisfied if I weren’t checking my phone every second of the day. Now didn’t that start in September, perhaps? The thing is, worrying, obsessing, fearing, is all I am. So if these things don’t make me happy, then I don’t like myself wouldn’t you say?

I am trying like hell though Madam Justice, to be a man worthy of happiness. Happiness Is Just Being Yourself.

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Log 117 ~Will’s Week Of Worries~

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I didn’t make my bed today, but strangely enough, I made it to the loveseat and have been sitting here ever since wondering why anyone would want to steal my throne, some T and A as Ice Cube puts it maybe. “Will’s Week Of Worries”

Saturday, October 26, 2019

Log 117 ~Will’s Week Of Worries~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now and not white, so still, I worry. Okay, so I don’t mean to get all racial out the gate. Even at this stage in the game, I would give anything to have peace of mind. Of course, you know what that means, like last night, porn. Well, more so modeling and not mine but Teen Starlet. I’ve also been testing out DVDs and computer games, The Eternal, Casual Romance Club, Virgin Roster. Cherry is probably sick of me wanting to see her naked, but this week.

Last week I was in Rockford, Illinois, getting ready for Indiana Gone’s wedding. You know that old saying about spilled milk and all, but I do regret not dancing with her still. At least all that kept me from a huge concern? What, 1500 miles, getting lost, laughed at, loser noticed wasn’t terrible? Of course, my Firstborn is always a major worry. Not to sound like Alpha but, he’s my son, he’s my baby. The Day Job is a mix of hating everyone and listening to Dale Carnegie. We could talk about money Lady Lu. I’m only now beginning to rebuild, and what about next year. Oh, what about when I asked A&W about our co-worker he is always hanging with these days. There’s also Little A, who I didn’t have the nerve to tell him to “Fuck Off” (LANGUAGE). He gets the point because he did so anyway. Welcome to my life Lady Lu.

Should I be welcoming someone else? You remember while I was on my journey I got an alert from Norton, I got another yesterday. How I wish life were a video game with the danger music so I would know. Well, I guess I’m getting that, but I don’t know what began the alert. It could be my traveling, the same reason I don’t go to the library anymore. I look up plenty of “stuff & thangs” but who, what, when, where, and why. How about somebody wanting to see sexy girls, and here I am paying for “porn” ahem models. It’s a fearful time Lady Lu, but I haven’t noticed a change in anything. If it is a paying service, what was the delay? You know I’ve wished I was dead a million times, but I’ll be damned if somebody steals my life (LANGUAGE).

Whoa, Will’s Week Of Worries.

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