-Modern-day Neo Cassica- “Jace! Stop moping in the bathroom all day and do something productive! Your sister would like to bathe sometime this afternoon!” Jace Dexter is a 21-year-old university student of Cassica Grad, the older brother of his feisty, tomboyish sister Luna Dexter, and as of late: the latest victim of his myriad of dating disasters. Jace is a hopeless romantic, sometimes neglecting his studies in hopes of devoting precious time with whichever boy had his heart at the time, but often would be at the tail end of many relationships due to his overly clingy nature. The truth is, Jace isn’t as dependent as his younger sister and…

Carol peered closely into the mirror checking her complexion. She was experimenting with a new line of cosmetics and was extremely pleased with the result. Age lines had disappeared and the new lipstick delighted her; yes, Carol was pleased with her new face. She switched attention onto her breasts and the racy new bra she was wearing. It provided a nice cleavage alright, but nothing could disguise her sagging tits once the cleavage provider had been removed. She went through the motions of unclipping the green satin and black lace bra, and sliding it down her arms to check the immediate effect and was pleasantly surprised at the result. Yes,…

I was unpacking my suitcase when I heard footsteps outside on the porch. I was staying in my friend Lisa’s cabin. She was in the city finishing up some business and coming up to meet me. Her boyfriend and his friend were coming up a few days later. I thought Lisa might have made it early so I rushed out to meet her. I threw open the front door, but instead of my friend, I saw a husky white-haired man on the porch. His hand frozen mid-knock. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw I was half-naked in a pink pair of panties and a small,…

3 years ago… Sweat dripped off his nose as he thrust into the blonde beauty from behind. He knew he was getting close and wanted to finish into his wife first, and had just switched out of the redhead. She scrambled up to the head of the bed, lay back and opened her fit legs. The blonde dutifully crawled to the center, displayed her ass and spread her legs, revealing a slightly gaping pussy as his target. It had been her idea to bring her redheaded friend into the mix, and the redhead seemed to enjoy- maybe a little too much- the blonde’s tongue lapping her juices. The blonde, Tina,…

The first night with Jules, we had sex three more times. When we finished, it was 4 o’clock in the morning and I was exhausted. Jules had fallen into an exhausted, satisfied sleep by the time I headed home. Since this was the time before cell phones, I didn’t talk to Jules for the next 2 days. I wanted to drop by her house, but wasn’t sure how she would feel about me just showing up unannounced. So I resisted and hoped we’d see each other sometime soon. As I waited for my next encounter with Jules, I decided I needed to stay in my normal routine. I headed for…

The following story is co-written by me and the hugely talented Black Velvet. She took hold of the fantasy and ran with it, helping to bring part one to an explosive conclusion. I look forward to working with her on Part Two. * Brandon was struggling with preparation for his math paper when mention of his name floated up from downstairs. “No, I’m sorry, he’s too busy with studying right now. You’ll have to find someone else.” His mother’s voice was at its most austere. He heard the front door closing and went to investigate. “Mom, who was that? What did they want?” “It was nothing, dear. Get back to…

I was off work again, stressed out of my skull but truth be told, a little bored at home. There was a knock at the door, which was unusual without a buzz into our block. Moaning, I went towards the door and looked through the spyhole. It was Debbie from upstairs, obviously leaving for work, dressed in a tan rain coat. What now I wondered to myself. More roofing repairs to pay for, more issues with the stair cleaning. Should I open the door or just head back to the living room. I sighed and opened the door. “Oh Hi,” I said trying to sound enthusiastic. “Good morning, Ian,” Debbie…

Back in 1969 Butch Oliver was a 52 year old ex-Marine who was a contradiction to the old saying, “you can’t judge a book by its cover” because the grizzled trucker was usually every bit as cold and unforgiving as he looked. His former wife would have testified to that but not to his face, because while Butch wasn’t violent he was a mean man who could wither most people, be they man or woman, with a caustic stare. Mary Oliver had put up with it for almost 20 years before the very things that had attracted the once rebellious woman to Butch had made him impossible to live with.…

I, like most people, have a number of pet peeves. For instance, those unaware drivers who hang out in the left lane while traveling 10 miles-an-hour under the speed limit, the people who take 20 items into the express lane at the supermarket and those coffee drinkers who take forever to add a squirt of cream and a packet of sugar into their coffee at Starbucks then block others while endlessly and aimlessly stirring their beverage. Of course, as those who have read my other stories about my affair with my ex-boss, K. Linford Little, know, the man doesn’t escape my ire in the pet peeve department. Back in the…

My mother had me when she was very young.  My mother was and is a very beautiful and sexy woman. She did some underwear- and swimsuit-modeling. My mother looked like and dressed like (usually more scantily clad) Daisy Duke from the old Dukes of Hazzard TV show. I am not ashamed to say that it was sometimes very pleasurable to notice my mother as a woman.  We lived in a very rural section of the state I grew up in.  In fact, our road would often get washed out or flooded so we had to be pretty self-sufficient. We lived on land that was owned by some friends and we…