I was so excited. I'm on my way to my boyfriends for some good old fashioned fun.

Today is my birthday and we had organised less than a few weeks ago that I would come here, and I would spend the night.

Mmm. I hope he fucks me good. Like when he fucks me really hard. My heart pounds already and my pussy is beginning to get damp.

I finally get to his house and knock on the door. After receiving no answer, I put my ear to the thick wood.

There's noises in there. He must be home.

I quickly walk around the back and look up at the vines. I've climbed up here a number of times in the past so I know that I can do it.

Although I usually wear trainers, not 4 inch high stilettos. And I usually wear jeans, not stockings.

I grip the strong vines and slip my foot onto the wooden slats beneath the greenery. Here goes…

I only take a couple of steps upward when I realise I won't be able to do it.

Bad day to decide on wearing only lingerie under my big bulky coat.

It's not too dark yet so I really hope nobody sees me.

I slip the shoes from my feet and drop the coat to the floor. I'm quick this time and I make it to the window fast.

Shit!

Only the small rectangular window is open, usually he would of left the larger window on the catch so that I can get in.

Oh well.

I'm here now.

I begin to push through the window and after squeezing my tits through, my stomach slides through easily and I slap my hands onto his bedside table for leverage.

I have a huge fantasy that comes to mind and stops me from moving forward.

I would be stuck in a window, just like this,only on the ground floor. Somebody would come behind me and remove my underwear.

I wouldn't know who it would be. He would fuck me hard and fast. Giving me no room or space to get away he would pound into me over and over again.

I'd come all over the strangers dick whilst stuck in the window, never even knowing who he is.

So hot. And now is not the time for me to be getting excited. I'm now halfway through the window. Only my hips and arse on the other side. It's a tight fit. I push and feel the wood dig into my skin, but with an extra shove, I finally fall through and onto his bed.

You better bloody make me scream Eddie.

I lie on the bed trying hard to get my breathing under control. My chest aches and when I feel able to continue I stand and check my reflection.

My sexy lingerie has been ripped. Even the stockings. I have skin showing through the red lace of the corset.

Two large rips on my stomach and one large rip has almost completely revealed my tit. The left cup flaps down and my nipple can be seen.

I should be upset that all this effort has been ruined but I find it disturbingly hot.

There's no point in waiting any longer. I leave the comfort of the bedroom and walk through to the hall. At the top of the stairs I can hear the voices again and creep down the stairs.

By the time I get to the bottom. I realise it's the TV. Two women moaning and sexually talking to one another. I'm too horny to be mad.

So I reveal myself.

“You don't need that baby. I'm here now.”

I walk the few steps into the living room to find I'm right. The TV shows two gorgeous naked women playing with one another.

But one thing I was wrong about is, Eddie isn't here. Instead I stare into the eyes of his father as his fist strokes up and down his huge length. Pumping fast to the sight of two sex goddesses pounding one another with hot pink toys.

“Eddie's not here lexi! I'd get going if I were you. You look like a porn star. Good work.”

He then turns back to the TV and continues.

“Sorry daddy. I really hoped he was here. I'm so turned on.”

“Firstly don't call me that. Secondly, you should fuck off. I don't want you to regret coming here.”

So he likes being called daddy hey? Perhaps…

I walk to the back of the sofa and slightly leaning over, letting my tit slip free of the satin I speak, “Are you sure you want me to leave sir?”

He twists in his seat and reaches up so that his hand grasps the back of myself before pulling.

I'm suddenly in a heap beside him. My head right beside his beast.

He doesn't even give me chance to get comfortable but with a harsh grip on my hair he forces his cock deep into my throat.

Then I take over I begin to suck the huge length fast and hard, he strokes his hand away from my hair and travels the skin of my back before reaching my waist.

The he fists the lacey fabric of my thong before pulling and twisting. His fist pulls the fabric hard against my sensitive flesh and I when I rock my hips he slaps his hand against my bare backside.

“Stay the fuck still and suck my cock Lexi. You can have your turn after.”

                       ~~*~~

His groans accompany the sound of my saliva slipping all over his hard cock. I push him to the back of my throat again and again. And it only takes me another five strokes of the throat before he yanks me back and away from him.

"You're such a filthy girl. I don't know whether to reward you or punish you." Eddie's dad whispers.

"Well I'll leave that up to you daddy. I have been a bad girl, you're almost my father in law."

He quickly pulls me across his lap so that I'm straddling him, and with no hesitation whatsoever he plunges his two long fingers into my pussy, not even bothering to remove the flimsy fabric but just leaving it to dig into my flesh at one side.

His eyes hold me in place as his fingers force me to squirm. He watches me, not bothering to look down at the fingers penetrating me. He stares deep into my eyes and slowly leans forward.

I slam myself forward and crush my mouth to his, having only dipped my tongue into his mouth when he pulls me back.

"No! We're doing this my way my kinky princess. I'm going to lead."

And again, slowly he leans forward and captures my bottom lip beneath his teeth. He bites down harder as his fingers speed up. My moans escape me and when he begins to curve his fingers, my orgasm approaches.

He releases my lip and crashes his mouth to mine. My tits squashed against open shirt chest, his fingers in my cunt and his tongue exploring my mouth.

I come.

My juices spread all over his hand and I can hear the squelching sound of my come as he continues to finger fuck me. A moan exits his throat before he pulls his mouth away from my own.

"Ride my hand Lexi! Ride the hand for daddy."

I keeps his hand still as I begin to rock.

"Ahh, yes Daddy. That feels so good."

"I know it does my dirty girl. Show me how good it feels. Cum for me."

I ride faster. Harder. No longer rocking my hips. But bouncing up and down against his fist. As I rise up, he pushes a fourth finger into me and I don't know how much more I can take.

"That's it princess! Fuck my hand like the greedy girl you are."

His words tip me over the edge.

And I come again. Crying out his given nickname. "Aaah fuck! Fuck Daddy!"

With a deep growl he changes our position. Pulling me off of him and pushing me to my knees on the coffee table.

"Now you have an important Job baby girl. You need to watch the door and make sure nobody comes in... While you fuck your pussy with as many fingers as you can!"

"Ahh, ok daddy."

It won't be hard too watch the door, it's directly in front of me. But as that thought crosses my mind, Eddie's dad begins to kiss the side of my throat from behind. His rough hands grasp my tits and squeeze. It's easy for him to rip the ruined lingerie from my body. And I realise, it may be hard to concentrate.

"Oh my God. Please fuck me daddy. Please. I need you. Inside me."

"I will fuck you baby, but not until you've fucked yourself for me. Come on. Show me how many fingers you can fit inside there. Then I'll show you how big my cock feels inside your little pussy."

His words spur me on and I quickly push two fingers into my come soaked cunt. I fuck myself fast and rough, when he pulls my hair and stills any movement.

"Slowly princess. This isn't a race."

I begin the movements again only this time, slowly. Gently. By the time I have my third finger in there Eddie's dad is kissing the back of my neck and crushing my tits in his large strong hands. He nips me down my back, suckling and biting. His tongue leaves a trail of fire right down my back.

I push my fourth finger in as he reaches the top of my arse. I feel him spread my cheeks and I feel the slow build up that a huge orgasm brings.

"Oh, Daddy. I'm gonna come." I whimper.

"No you're not Lexi! Not yet. Hold it in. Keep slow."

I feel his tongue on my forbidden hole and squirm as I fit the last finger into my stretched cunt.

His tongue pushes inside only slightly before He swaps it for his finger. He slowly pushes in and out, gradually gaining speed. His mouth back in my neck.

He pounds my arse adding another finger, and I want nothing more than to speed my own ministrations up and explode, but I do as I'm told. With a lot of effort.

"I'm going to fuck you now Princess. And I'm going to fuck you hard."

"Yes Daddy! Yes. Oh please fuck me n-" He thrusts his huge dick deep into my back hole. My hand is still in my pussy and I can feel his beast pounding against the thin skin that separates us. I scream out in exctasy.

He doesnt slow. But speeds up. "Hands on the table Lexi! Eyes on the door!"

I'm glad to leave my sensitive pussy alone and as I slam my hands against the table I realise I can't hold back.

"Please daddy. Please can I come?"

"Come. Come for me." He pants out, and I chase the orgasm that tiny bit more.

The door swings open and my boyfriend walks in. Eddie's dad walks in. I continue to push against his daddy's hips. My orgasm too close to lose. My glazed vision catches sight of Eddie as his eyes focus on us. Shock covers his face... And I come.

"Aah Daddy! Yes Daddy yes!." My body shakes as my orgasm rolls through me.

Eddie's dad continues to pound Into me. "Lean back against my chest girl. Eddie, get over here. Your girls having the time of her life. You don't wanna miss it."

I lean back just as I was told and Eddie slowly walks up to us. Confusion evident on his face.

"Dad?"

"Don't waste time boy! Kiss your girl."

In my euphoric state I lean forward and press my lips to Eddie's. My moans are constant and soon Eddie is hungrily kissing me back. His hands travel the front of my body until he lands on my quivering pussy.

He slides his fingers in and doesn't take his time to become rough.

He pounds his fingers into me before undoing his belt and dropping his jeans.

"Fucking slut!" He snaps. "Like fucking my dad do you?!" before I can try to answer he slams his dick, balls deep into my pussy.

I cry out at the invasion but it doesn't make a difference. I've never felt so full and as both father and son repeatedly slam into me. I come. A massive explosion that shatters my being.

My mumbled moans don't even make words any longer. Eddie's dad Comes first. His milk dripping from my arse.

Eddie takes a couple of minutes longer. The words whore, slut, cheap coming from his mouth. But my mind blanks and I don't take the sentences in.

He comes. Blowing a huge load inside of me.

I slowly drop to the table and somebody carries me to a comfortable bed.

It doesn't take too long for me to realise that I have a body either side of me.

Father and son. Best birthday present ever.

if you go without me,

can I write

you down as my love?

when you came home

it felt like darkness

was breaking for us,

our songs played on the

radio so long ago.

I know so

little about you now.

I want to take you home,

cover you in starlight,

let the universe take over.

There's nothing here, 

    you've used it all

Nothing but an empty hall

Echoes and cobwebs remain

Along with residue of pain

If you were walking 

    down this hall

All you'd hear is your 

    own foot fall

Silence heavier than sand

Suffocation, no dry land

The doors all lead to empty space

What used to be has been 

     laid waste

Beauty long since turned decay

No sunshine whether 

     night or day

The loneliness just suffocates

Misery just sits and waits

For the next one brave enough

One who thinks he's 

      really tough

There's nothing to anticipate

No more love, it was all fake

Happy footsteps gone for good

Just a ghost girl 

     under a hood.

We fucked on that old black band t-shirt

Then I never threw it away.

Save the sheets,

Save the dirty creases of fabric on the closet floor.

Save it for weeks, months,

Until you're gone.

Until remembering such a simple thing is awash

Thousands of feet below a churning surface.

Misery loves memories,

But never those you need.

Those are left,

Saved for later,

On the floor of some closet,

Something to pick up,

Stare quizzically at

Before the tears come.

Before you remember that once,

You were happy.

Because is a word, sometimes a reason,

Life gets mention because its lived

Love finds an expression because of passion

We are broken because we believe

We are shaken because we doubt.

Because is a connect

Sometimes to mend, bend or set a trend...

Because Prose has a challenge

Authors pen there talents.

Finally sighs the author on Prose Challenge 67

Because this will be the last of its pattern

After which entry to a challenge will cost

Because the road to art is never free as mentioned by Robert Frost.

Will this journey thus come to an end?

Hello Prose really do you have to make this amend!

Because the real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking commercial projects

but seeing with new eyes, dreaming, writing charming pieces & opening prospects.

Because is a word, sometimes a reason

Dear authors continue to engage & write no matter what the season,

Because the world will move & the sky will remain blue

Hold your pen and life will leave a clue.

Roses are red,

Like the color of dread,

Violets are blue,

Like the bruises on you.

Roses are red,

Like the anguish you bled.

Violets are blue,

Like the sorrow you knew.

Roses are red,

Like the eyes of the dead.

Violets are blue,

Like the veins you cut through.

I'm sorry I asked too much

Held so fast

And for so long

To you &

Our love, an anachronism

Anomaly of sorts

And out of sorts as I am

I can't help but wonder

About this disquiet.

Your scars are not like mine.

Your scars are not mine.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

I see myself in you.

I must have felt my own face before,

The contours and dents of my nose, my chin, 

Touched each of my eyebrows, 

But never did imagine 

A specimen so beautiful

Could remotely resemble what my hands have felt. 

I want to reach forward to you, too

I wonder if your skin is just as soft

You look so lonely, 

You are just as frozen as me,

Eyes locked onto mine.

I cannot help but be intimidated by you;

In this empty world, you are all I have left.

I read in books that there was a time

There was more of us:

Can you talk? Will you answer if I ask

If there are others?

You must be a different species entirely.

I reach forward

To touch you

And your arm moves, too, towards mine

My heart, beating audibly

My hand, stretching farther

And touching nothing but the silvery surface

Of a mirror.

You were so beautiful