Tuesday, 14 February 2017

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

Monday, 13 February 2017

A romantic Valentine's Day short



We'd been dating for six months, yet never spent the night together. It was a mutual decision to wait, until we both knew we were one hundred percent commited to the relationship. I'd known since the first day I'd seen her she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with but, due to the fact she'd been used, and hurt, so many times in the past, Shelby was the one who wanted to take things slowly.
Whether it was planned on her part, or not, I'd never know but the day she told me she wanted our first Valentine's Day together to, also, be our first night together I went out of my way to make it as romantic as possible so, after a night out at the best restaurant in town, followed by a few hours drinking and dancing at the hottest club, I'd told her it was time for the last part of her perfect Valentine's Day.
After hailing a taxi outside the club I'd blindfolded her, to keep the surprise until the very last second and instructed the driver to take us to the hotel I'd pre-booked.
Once there I led her up to the room, still blindfolded and ushered her inside. Once through the door I uncovered her eyes, and let her take in the romance of our surroundings.
The four-poster bed in the centre of the room was adorned with a red heart, made from hundreds of rose petals and a bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice on the bedside cabinet. Noticing a flickering from the bathroom Shelby made her way over to the, slightly open, door and pushed it gently. Taking a sharp intake of breath when she saw the heart shaped bath, filled to the brim with bubbles and surrounded by more rose petals and scented candles she turned to face me, and I could see tears forming in her eyes.
“It's not too much is it?” I asked, stepping over to her and taking her in my arms
“No. It's absolutely perfect,” she replied.
“In that case shall I get you a glass of champagne?”
“That sounds like an excellent idea and, while you're fetching it, I shall get in this bath and wait right here for you.”
I left Shelby to get undressed, and climb into the scented water, while I went back to the bedroom and collected the champagne and glasses.
Re-entering the bathroom I smiled down at her, the bubbles covering everything but her head, before opening the bottle and pouring two glasses. Taking both glasses from me she looked up and smiled.
“Well, are you going to join me?”
Not needing telling twice I quickly shed my clothes, climbed in, rested against side and held my arm out for her. With the champagne in her hand she sidled up to me, pressing her firm breasts against my chest and placed her lips against mine.
“I can't believe how much trouble you've gone to for me,” she whispered, once she'd pulled her lips from mine.
“You are worth every single bit of it, Baby,” I replied. “However there's one more thing I want to do.”
Before she could say a word I reached down the side of the bath.
“What are you doing?”
Lifting my hand, which I'd curled into a fist around what I'd reached for, I held it out.”
“Open this for me.”
Slowly pulling my fingers open she screamed, as the diamond ring I was concealing revealed itself.
“It's beautiful,” Shelby sobbed, staring down at the golden band.
“Not as beautiful as you are though,” I replied.
“Stop it, Marcus.”
Seeing her face go as red as the rose petals surrounding the bath caused a smile to form on my lips.
“The only thing is, baby, it'd look even better if you were wearing it,” I began, “so I just wondered if you'd like to marry me.”
“Are you being serious?”
“I've never been any more serious about anything in my whole life.”
“But what about...” She paused for a second, and let her head drop.
“What about what?” I asked, interrupting her, before slipping my hand under the bubbles and wrapping my fingers around her hard shaft. “This? I love you for you and, just because you've got a cock, that doesn't change the way I feel about you and it never will.”


©JSMorbius

Friday, 10 February 2017

Flash Fiction Friday: A pleasant surprise



A pleasant surprise

With a towel wrapped around my waist I stepped back into the bedroom, from the en-suite and froze. Laying on my bed, without a stitch of clothing on, and staring at me with his dark eyes was my best friend, James.
“What the fuck?” I shouted, even though I couldn't take my eyes off his muscular frame.
“Hi, Damon,”
“What are you doing?”
“Just what we've both wanted for months,” he replied, rolling onto his side and exposing his hard cock. “So why don't you just drop the towel, and get your hot ass over here.”


©JSMorbius

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Tantalizing Tuesday Tease: It's now or never


It's now or never

As I knelt by Skye's side, her thick cock covered by the mesh thong, she placed her hand lightly on the side of my head.
“Are you sure you're ready for this?” She asked softly, running her fingers through my hair.
“It's now or never Skye,” I replied nervously, placing my hand over her thick shaft.
With trembling hands I hooked my fingers in her thong, pulled them to the side and released her gorgeous cock. Gingerly I placed my hands at it's base and cupped her balls lightly, before slowly tracing my tongue along the full length of her shaft. As I saw the small drop of pre-cum, glistening on the end, I flicked my tongue deftly over her glans and tasted her for the first time, before closing my eyes and opening my mouth as wide as possible.
Taking a deep breath I held her cock in my hand and began to lower my lips around her shaft, inch by inch, until I felt the swollen head touch the back of my throat.

“Mmm babe that feels perfect,” Skye moaned, gripping my hair, “but don't rush, we have all the time in the world.”

©JSMorbius

Sunday, 5 February 2017

New release promo: Blue Moon House book 7: Harlot by Angelica Dawson

Blue Moon House book 7: Harlot




What happens when the sacrifice you make for another turns into a life you can’t abandon? Gwendolyn didn’t plan to become a whore. She didn’t expect to fall in love with another woman. She certainly wouldn’t guess that woman was a vampire. By the time she learns, it is too late, her heart belongs to Sophia and she will do anything to stay with the woman, the vampire, she loves.

Enjoy this steamy excerpt from Harlot:

As soon as the door closed behind him, James grabbed her by the arms, spun her around and slammed her back into the door.
“I don't like being told what to do.” His voice was gravelly and low, menacing.
She swallowed and tried to calm herself. She was barely successful.
“On the bed, and remove that foolish shift.”
Gwendolyn obeyed silently, instinctively. The authority in his voice was unmistakable and unavoidable. She sat atop the bed, naked, watching him as he gathered a soft, silk rope that was coiled on a chest of drawers.
He rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her arms behind her. She had barely registered that her elbows were lashed together before he was flipping her again and tying her ankles to a thick staff, notched on either end to hold the rope and keep it from sliding along the shaft. Her legs weren't spread uncomfortably, but it was pinching her tied arms, which pressed into the bed. That eased when he picked her up and set her on her feet.
Gwendolyn worried she would topple over, but the staff tucked into the hollow of her ankles and didn't affect her ability to stand at all. She was overcome with a feeling of helplessness, though. She had feigned that with David, but this was real and it made her weep.
Her tears only fuelled James' fire and he braced his hands on the wall behind her, one over each ear. He licked up her cheeks, tasting the tears.
“Are you afraid of me, girl?”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. His mouth covered hers, and she couldn't answer if she'd been able. His tongue savagely roamed her mouth and she gasped for air when he broke the kiss.
“Now, let's see what you can handle.”


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Friday, 3 February 2017

Flash Fiction Friday: The perfect bride


The perfect bride

I smiled as I ran one of my gloved hands over her pale throat, while using the other to caress her firm breasts through her evening gown. A soft, almost silent, gasp escaped her lips as the cold leather came into contact with her skin.
“Do you like that?” I whispered, placing my mouth next to her ear.
“I do, Sir.” Vivian replied.
Seeing her body shiver, as my warm breath made contact with her skin, I pulled away.
“This one,” I said turning to the other man in the room, and exposing my fangs. “She will make a perfect bride.”


©JSMorbius

Tuesday, 31 January 2017

Tantalizing Tuesday Tease: A perfect date



A perfect date

We'd only just left the club when the heavens opened and, within seconds, the two of us were completely soaked. Instead of letting the weather ruin what had been a perfect night I wrapped my arms around Frankie's waist, and pulled her close.
“Are you glad you relented and let me take you out?” I asked, as our foreheads touched.
Wrapping her arms around the back of my neck she smiled.
“It's been perfect,” she replied.
“Hopefully you'll let me treat you to many more perfect nights.”
“I will. I'm just we'd done this sooner.”
“So do I but we have now, and no-one gave us a second glance.”
“Do you think anybody could tell?”
“I don't care if they did. You are stunningly beautiful and, just because you are transsexual, to me you are perfect.”
Smiling back at her I placed my lips against hers, and kissed her for the first time.
“Come on let's get back to yours,” Frankie gasped, as we finally pulled apart.
“Are you sure that's what you want?”
“I've never wanted anything more,” Frankie whispered softly. “That's if it's what you want as well.”


©JSMorbius

Friday, 27 January 2017

Flash Fiction Friday: Her return




Her return

Entering my study, determined to finally get my latest novel started, I stopped dead. Stretched out on the rug in front of the fire and wearing nothing more than a g-string, bra and pair of glasses was a woman I'd never seen before. Holding a pencil seductively between her lips she looked up at me, smiled, and let one of her bra straps fall.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“You know exactly who I am, Damon,” she whispered. “I'm your muse and I'm always with you, or at least I used to be until you stopped writing.”


©JSMorbius

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Tantalizing Tuesday Tease: The greatest day of my life


The greatest day of my life

Ever since I'd first seen her I just knew she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and once the ceremony was over it would be official and nobody could ever deny our love again.
Standing in front of the reverend we listened while he explained everything, before gripping each other's hand, staring into each other's eyes and reciting the vows we had made for ourselves. Once we had finished turned back to the reverend , and waited with baited breath.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he eventually said, a sly smile on his face.
As soon as he had finished speaking we turned and began to walk away from the altar the few friends, the ones who hadn't turned against us because of Sally's transsexuality, began clapping, whistling and cheering.
Turning to face our friends we smiled proudly and continued to walk along the crisp white sand, still gripping each other's hand, as Sally continuously stared at me with the biggest smile on her face I'd ever seen, a smile which told me we had made the right decision and anybody who didn't agree could stay out of our lives, forever.


©JSMorbius

Friday, 20 January 2017

Flash Fiction Friday: Money can't buy happiness


Money can't buy happiness

Standing with her back to the crowd, in just her leather basque, tiny g-string, stockings, suspenders and leather boots, Isabelle could hear the screaming, whistling and catcalls from behind her, demanding she removed the rest of her clothes. With tears forming in her eyes she half turned her head, towards the crowd, before thinking better of it and storming off the stage.
As soon as she was safely out of sight the tears began to flow freely. She no longer cared how much money she could make taking her clothes off, all she knew was that she'd sooner be broke than leered at any longer.


©JSMorbius