Dominic Casey-Lee
Bio
Ecclectic, erotic, enigmatic. Exploring the mysteries of our existence through words, and hopefully providing some entertainment along the way.
Here you'll find excerpts from my fantasy project, stories, poems and general rambling.
Stories (18/0)
Lunar Liaison
We retrace our steps back to dry sand, then begin to undress. I try to avert my eyes as she unbuttons her shirt, but then I catch her peeking at my torso after I pull my shirt over my head, so I boldly watch her as she removes the garment. I strip my jeans of quickly and drop them in the pile. She shimmies her hips as she pulls the waistband of her pants over her bum. I bite my lip and try not to look, but then give up and stare openly. She wobbles as she tugs the pants off her feet and I catch her hand to steady her. Once they’re off, she gives me a wry grin, “Well, look at that. You got to see what kind of underwear I’m wearing anyway.”
By Dominic Casey-Lee24 days ago in Filthy
Lunar Liaison
Part 1 of a little scenario I dreamt up. Part 2 gets decidedly steamier... Strangely enough, the smoker’s area isn’t that full of smoke. The brisk sea breeze brushing past the waist-high wall of painted brick might be partly responsible; but so is the fact that vapour doesn’t hang around like smoke does. Annoyingly, the region of the bar that I usually use as a refuge from too much noise is nearly as loud as inside the pub, thanks to the group of nine young men vaping at the central table. Nearly as annoying is that because they’re all vaping, it’s unlikely one of them will have a cigarette I can borrow – or just take, I guess.
By Dominic Casey-Lee24 days ago in Filthy
Falling Tea
The teacup fell at an alarmingly laggardly rate, as if mocking the certainty of Earth’s nine-point-eight metres per second per second gravitational acceleration. And I don’t mean it took a long time to decide to fall, wobbling around like a bowling pin, teasing you as it arrives tantalisingly close to that twelve-point-five-degree angle where its downfall is definite. I mean that from where it had been sitting on the railing of my balcony, about three-point-five metres from the ground below, it took much longer to reach its final destination than the eighth of a second it should have taken.
By Dominic Casey-Leeabout a month ago in Fiction
A Whisper in the Woods
A barely perceptible hum reverberated through the trees. Most humans wouldn’t have noticed, definitely not consciously. Maybe some would have felt a wind that wasn’t there or heard leaves rustle in unison without a breeze to stir them, but none, other than those educated in the ways of the forest, would have known that the trees themselves were speaking. Not for the first time since he set out from Kaidin’s Bend, Caen silently thanked his cousin’s teachings.
By Dominic Casey-Lee2 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2024
Dark Inside
It’s dark in here. And wet. I was just hanging out with all my friends, when suddenly I began soaring through the air. Next thing I know, the light went out as I was engulfed in some kind of wet cavern. I’m being tossed around in here, occasionally clicking up against something hard. There are muffled voices outside, but I can’t hear what they’re saying.
By Dominic Casey-Lee4 months ago in Fiction