Not everything about sex is perfect, good, sexy, hot. Some of it is pain and baggage. It shapes you and even when you try to resist, you find yourself...wanting, desiring, the very things that you’re running from.That’s the basis of my story.I am sure that I will eventually write about some of the “good times” I had with my father. I may even write about the bad. My stories may never be read. They may even be poorly written. But they will always be honest – even when you, the reader, might wish. V’s front for the first time. Disguised glances at her white cotton shirt sticking slightly to her front, the faint outline of her sports bra through her shirt, inhibiting sight of the shape of her breasts. Quick furtive glances down below her waist, the crotch of her pants, the plain of her thighs. Fuel for my thoughts. Once again parting from the kitchen and this time walking out of the door into the cold fresh night. I drive the five minutes home unconsciously. Lock up the house, turn out. Slowly at first, but then she got into it and fucked me really hard. I turned my head and looked back at Erica. She was so sexy with her tits bouncing all about. Then i asked her to talk dirty to me.“I'm having sex with you Erin. I'm loving you”“Not dirty enough. Call me your dog slut and tell me what you're doing to me.”“You're my dog, Erin. I'm doing it to you.”“What are you doing to me?”“I fucking you, Erin. You're my little doggy slut and i'm fucking your pussy.”“That's better. Now slam my. ............................................................................................................................................................................................. Katy went up to her room, all sad and angry and closed the door behind her. She removed her clothes and climbed up the bed. As she was lying naked under the blanket, her mind started wandering to the thought of her mom and dad having wild sex in the night. The only confusion she had was that, why her name.