Hunt Blackstone was just within his forties, but he refused to slow down. In the early eighties, he was born to a Diné father and a white mother in El Paso, Texas. He lived in El Paso until he was four years old, learning English, Spanish, and his Indigenous father's language. From El Paso, he moved to the eastern side of the state and spent his early years working on his father's ranch. He learned to shoot and ride like...

When my dear wife died, leaving me a single man again aged sixty, my sex life reverted to what it had been for years before I met her, to porn and masturbation. The only difference was that much of my porn consisted of my collection of erotic pictures I’d taken of my wife since our twenties. They showed her nude or in underwear in poses as hot as any porn, and I masturbated, remembering the feel of her naked body against...

I'd discovered a new experience, one of wanting to go to work, not for the love of the place, though that's for certain. It was through work that my panty collection was improving, both with Kate's scent and flavours on them. They were a little small and, oh so tight, but that's a problem I can live with and enjoy. I was a little perplexed when she said she wanted to "own my cock", but I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever she has...

I'd not seen Kate in a while, but when we did work together, it was like nothing had happened. There were other people around, so I didn't much mind. The same cheery waves and smiles, but no opportunity to talk to her, until the end of her shift. I was outside when she came out; I still had an hour to work. I saw her approach me, the sunlight on her face. She was so pretty. She wandered up to me and asked if my house was...

I awoke alone Friday morning, wondering why my husband wasn't still with me. We had shared an incredible oral sex session late last night, and I had hoped to give him another sexy blow job when we woke. Slipping on my robe and after stopping in the bathroom to pee, I made my way downstairs. Barry was sitting at the kitchen table reading the sports section. "Last night was incredible," I said. He looked up from the paper,...

Casey Reine had lived her whole life in Port Wiluma. It wasn’t a bad place to live as far as towns go. With a population of around 150,000, it had all the perks of city living, such as home-delivered pizza, shopping malls, and movie theatres, while lacking most of the hustle and bustle of big city life. While it was a coastal town, it failed to draw surfers due to an offshore reef that sheltered the mainland from the larg...

The ping from his iPhone caused him to jolt, as he suddenly awoke from his doze, disorientating him for a few moments. Realising where he was, he sat up and grabbed at his phone, clumsily knocking it onto the floor. He managed to retrieve it by the second ping. It was a text message from Cole. ‘Lydia is on her way home.’ He automatically turned to the lounge window, looking out onto the road, as a picture appeared on his...

It's the hottest day of the year and I'm not looking forward to today's commute. This heatwave is getting a bit much now. You would think there would be some air conditioning on public transport. I should be going to the beach, but it's the office for me. I'll probably get called in to see my lady boss again. My skirt is too short, my top is too skimpy blah blah blah. I'm done with trying to be correct; no one should be a...

PREFACE: It was well over two years since my divorce. It was over three years since I’d been fucked, and it was over four years since I’d been fucked willingly. I was in need of cock. I'd been getting sex from my girlfriends. Now I needed a male. But, and it was a huge but, I had to be in control. Control of every second, of every movement. I knew that was the only way I’d overcome my ‘man phobia.’ John presented the idea...