Traditional guy on girl. Then some lesbian porn. Then group sex. And on and on it went. And then I got to my biggest fetish, the one I tried to hold o...t on. The one I never shared with the women I dated……strap-on sex. No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. I don’t know why, but from the very first time I stumbled upon one of these videos, I was hooked, and as I watched more of these videos, I experimented a little by myself. Trying a finger here. A second finger. ” I look up, my Dad is there kneeling on the bed next to me. “Do you want Daddy’s cock?” he asks. I just nod. I’ve become to love the feel of his cock in me and how it makes me feel. “Would you like to taste Daddy’s cock?” he asks. I just stare at him and turn and look at his cock. I don’t know what to say. “Your Mum used to love sucking Daddy’s cock, you’re so like your Mum.” I look up at him stunned. “Don’t look so surprised baby, you’ll love it.” I don’t know what to do or think. I know very. How about you?”“I want to just lie here and watch you come. Can you do that?”“I can do that.” She increased the speed of her stroking, putting her arms on his shoulders, rocking back and forth on his penis, leaning over to kiss him, her nipples tingling as they brushed against his chest. “I'm ready.” Her movements became frantic, bouncing up and down on him, her lips parted in ecstasy, leaning forward to experience the whole of him, feeling the friction against her clitoris, and she climaxed. I need help, but there's no one for me to call. And who would respond? I have done this to myself.There's a bed a few feet away, but I won't sleep in it. The thought of all the lost souls wasting their existence on that infested mattress saddens me. The prostitutes and their johns. The drunks pissing themselves. The addicts shooting their fix into their veins.It's not any belief that I'm better than them that makes me choose to not sleep there. No; I belong here. I am just as lost as any.