The Lazy Chair: A Very Short Teddy Tiswell Story

Teddy gently pressed his shoulders against the soft leather chair.

He stretched and relaxed. A woman’s sweet and sexy voice poked him.

“Open your mouth, Teddy”.

He salivated in anticipation. He was pining for the sweet touch of her finger, caressing his mouth.

He couldn’t swallow. Did he want to?

“Oh god, look at it” her voice now excited. Teddy smiled inwards. Could today get any better? A hand rested on his cheek.

And another one — firm.

A loud crack, a muted scream.

A triumphant display of horror next.
“Here it is!” she announced.

The lidocaine was wearing off.