When I was just a little girl, I told everyone that I was going to marry a cowboy and live on a ranch in Texas when I grew up. I grew up and married a Connecticut Yankee but I still loved everything cowboy/cowgirl. I loved country music. I loved to go square dancing. I love to go horseback riding. I loved to go honky-tonking. With my Connecticut Yankee I never got to dress western, listen to country and western music, go...

Old Mother Nature plays a nasty trick on us guys, she makes it harder for us to get it up and keep it up as the years go by. The girls don’t have that problem. In fact, when we start down the wrong side of the mountain they are at the apex of their horniest. I was in my late fifties when the decline struck me. I was as healthy as a horse, I was just taking a lot longer for me to get it up, and it was becoming a lot harder...

Sex has always been something that I could take or leave. It was never very important to me. I could go for weeks without sex and it didn’t bother me. Then I became pregnant for the first time and that all changed. Suddenly all I could think about was sex. Suddenly I was horny all the time. Then, I gave birth last fall but my new need for sex remains. I’m just as needy now as I was during those nine months of insatiable h...

I hadn’t had any sex at all since my husband died on the Forth of July in 2006 before until I had my first Ménage à trois with my grandson and daughter on Christmas Day night. I didn’t consciously set out to have sex with them but I won’t deny that I welcomed it with open arms, pun intended. I suppose my faith was sealed when I showed up at their house on Christmas Day wearing that elfish mini-dress that looked more like...

It was 9 o’clock. I was pouring my second cup of coffee, waiting for our guests to start arriving, when Debby walked into the kitchen wearing her Mrs. Claus outfit. It wasn’t much, a tiny, red velvet miniskirt trimmed in white, faux fur that barely covered her crotch and a matching open cropped vest style top. The top was held together by a tiny strip of cloth that barely covered her large areola. I wrapped her in my arms...

Like every red-blooded American boy, I had a fantasy about having sex with a favorite teacher. I fell in lust with my Spanish teacher, Miss Carlson, the first time I saw her. It was her second year as a teacher, she told us that the first day of class, so she couldn’t have been more than twenty-three or twenty-four. She was a real fox. Today she would be called a hottie, but back in the 70’s, she was a fox. It was the tim...

  Steven was good. I woke up with him pumping his hard cock in and out of my clenching pussy. I never heard him come in. I never felt him slip in beside me. I never felt him enter me. How long had he been inside me? It didn’t matter. All that matters is that I love how he feels inside me. All that matters is that I love having him inside me. Oh, if only I could always have him inside me. That would be heaven right here on...

Calvin Calverley, once said, "Those who can, do, those who can’t, teach." In many cases that’s true, but not in every case. Take me. You could, if you were here with me right now. There’s something about hot, humid weather that makes me insatiably horny. The bottom line is that I wish that all the guys reading this were here with me right now because no one guy can get it up long enough or keep it up long enough to satisf...