Tantalizing Tuesday Tease: The luckiest man alive

The luckiest man alive

Laying on the bed, hands behind my head, I glanced down and smiled to myself. Even though I could hear her softly breathing seeing Susie, with a slight smile on her lips I felt like the luckiest man alive. Mind you I'd felt like that since the first day I'd met her, when I'd dropped into the bank she worked at to drop the previous night's takings off.

Kissing her lightly on the forehead I closed my eyes and, just as I felt myself drifting off to sleep, felt Susie's hand against my cheek. Opening my eyes slightly I looked down, and caught her looking up at me.

“Is everything okay, babe?”

“Everything is absolutely perfect,” she replied. “I just can't believe how lucky I am to have found someone like you.”

“It's me who's lucky, Susie,” I replied. “You are stunningly beautiful and you could have had the choice of any man on this planet, yet you chose me.”

“Not every man has the same outlook on life as you do.”

“You have as much right to be as happy as anybody else, baby and being transsexual shouldn't make any difference, not in this day and age.”

©JSMorbius

Tantalizing Tuesday Tease: The Room

The Room

Opening my eyes I found myself in a room I didn't recognise, my hands chained securely above my head to a steel ring, which had obviously been deliberately attached to the wall to keep whoever was unlucky enough to find themselves in the position I found myself in exactly where they were.

Dragging myself as upright as possible I could see a door, which was slightly ajar, opposite the end of the bed, a dim light glowing throw the gap.

“Hey. Is anyone out there?”

For a few seconds there was nothing but then, suddenly and without any warning, the door flew open. Standing in the doorway was the slim figure, which I guessed could only belong to a woman.

“So you're finally awake,” whoever she was whispered, entering the room and revealing herself to be wearing nothing more than matching black and white lace underwear.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

Climbing on to the bed she ran her index finger over my naked chest, her sharp nail breaking the skin.

“All you need to know is I am the last woman you will ever lie to and,” she began, before glancing around the room. “this is the last room you will ever see.”

©JSMorbius