Monday, 2 February 2009
12:06:02 AM (GMT)
WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF OFFENDED.
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You feel a shiver run up your spine at the seduction flowing from his voice.
Suddenly, you feel a brush of air against your lips and you inhale sharply.
"Shhh, my dream," a soft voice whispers in your ear, "just relax..."
Again you feel a brushing against your lips, and then soft pressure as the phantom
presence asserts itself.
"Close your eyes..." that voice is hypnotic, and you have no trouble abiding by its
You close your eyes, and the pressure against your lips resumes, a pressure that you
recognize. He kisses you softly, tasting the sweetness that is your mouth. Gradually
the pressure increases, and you gasp as you feel his tongue slide over your lips and
into your mouth. You've never been kissed this way before and you can't help
wondering how he's doing this. You respond to this invasion of your being by meeting
his tongue with your own in a hungry duel. He tastes as sweet as his voice sounds,
and you sigh happily into the receiver that is still resting against your ear.
His hands appear next, sliding over your upper body. Strong fingers glide over your
face, down your neck and over your sweater, hovering briefly over your breasts before
continuing down to your waist. They sneak under the fabric and push it up, exposing
your stomach, followed by your bra. His fingers pass over your smooth stomach and up
to your breasts, teasing them through the fabric. You gasp and open your eyes as you
feel his moist lips land in the center of your stomach and his tongue begins to trace
little designs over your belly.
Upon opening your eyes, however, he disappears. You are alone on the sofa, surrounded
by friends (now with strange expressions on their faces), and your sweater is where
it belongs at your waist. You catch Eliza's eyes and this time you catch the words
she mouths at you. Nodding an affirmative, you return your attention to the phone
cradled at your shoulder. Yes, you were okay, but this was bar none the most
interesting phone conversation you'd ever had.
"How..." you ask, but are quickly interrupted by the mystery man at the other end of
"Shh..." he replies. "Don't ask, don't think, just feel..." His voice is so relaxing
and sensuous that you close your eyes again, relaxing against the cushions on the
You feel his hands on you again as if they'd never left. He finds the clasp in the
crevice between your breasts and unhooks it, baring your chest to him. You draw in a
sharp breath as his lips close around a rosy peak, suckling it, nipping it lightly,
and driving you to madness. A hand massages your other breast until he decides to
switch, wherein the hand slides to the abandoned of the perfectly matched pair.
The moisture is growing between your legs, and you wish you could touch him. You
release the phone and somehow it stays near your ear as you reach for where his head
should be. Surprisingly enough, your fingers meet short, spiky locks. You want to
open your eyes, but know that if you do he'll disappear again, and that is something
you couldn't take right now. Instead, you trail your fingers through his hair and
down around his ear, where you find a peculiar item. You clutch it between your
fingers and run your hand down its length, finding it surprisingly long. A hand meets
yours at its tip, where it relieves you of its possession. His mouth releases your
soft breast, only to be replaced by a soft, feathery brushing as he twirls the tip of
the braid over your skin.
Your eyes roll back into your head and the phantom fingers and lips are suddenly
given a face. You gasp as you see his image in your mind - his person is as gorgeous
as his voice. Deep blue eyes, a warm smile, short brown hair and that braid, which is
slowly drifting downward over your belly.
His fingers release the braid as they reach your waistband. Swiftly, they undo the
button on the jeans and slide the zipper down. His hands slide to your hips and you
raise them slightly to allow him to pull your jeans from your body. Briefly you hope
that this really is all in your mind as you remember your audience, but as his
fingers find their way to your moist center the thoughts flutter to the deepest
corners of your mind.
He traces his fingers over your mound slowly, teasing you, before reaching up and
freeing you of that last small bit of cloth. His mouth captures yours at the same
instant his fingers slide between your lips and you arch your back swiftly, pressing
both ends of your body against him harder.
"So wet..." the voice in your ear is heavy, husky, and makes you tremble.
His fingers brush your clit and you arch your back even more, reaching for him,
wanting more of him. He slides his tongue into your mouth and his fingers into your
depths simultaneously, evoking a dual reaction from you once again. Together, his
fingers and tongue strike up an evocative rhythm and you find yourself spiraling
towards the heavens on the wings of wild ecstasy.
Still amazed at how he is able to evoke these sensations in you from so far away, you
refuse to allow yourself to climax from the pleasure he's causing inside of you.
Also, in the back of your mind, you remember something about your friends...
Suddenly, he rubs his thumb against your clit and you explode, arching your back as
the juices pour from deep within you. You barely feel him withdraw his fingers as you
ride your climax, but you definitely feel it as his mouth closes around your mound.
He hungrily laps up your sweet extract, driving you back up to the heavens and
causing you to cry out.
"No!" you hear a voice say. It sounds like yours, but it's muffled and far away, as
if enshrouded in a deep blanket. "You..." you pant, "I want you... inside... inside
me... need you..."
And as suddenly as his mouth replaced his fingers, his length replaced his mouth,
sliding deep into your depths. Arching your back, you wrap your legs around your
phantom lover and force him deeper, causing him to brush against that sweet spot that
most men couldn't quite reach. You both cry out at the sensations caused by his
thrusts as he rides you harder and harder, brushing that spot over and over again.
You've never been brought this high before, and you dig your nails into his back as
you soar out of the galaxy. He reaches down and brushes your clit and you explode
together, your walls milking the seed from his powerful shaft over and over again.
You've seen stars before, but somehow this mystery man has shown you stars far beyond
the settled galaxy and you decide it's so wonderful you never want to leave.
As your bodies calm down, he collapses against you and gently kisses your swollen
"That was amazing," you hear a soft feminine voice whisper.
"You are amazing," your mystery man replies huskily. "Thank you for calling me."
"You're welcome," you respond. "Can we do that again sometime?" you ask softly.
"My place, or yours?" comes the reply from the other end of the line, and you grin.
Yes, the next time would definitely be in person. You wanted to kiss him, flesh and
blood. And that wasn't all you wanted...
"Sleep tight, my sweet dream," he murmurs into your ear before breaking the
You open your eyes to find yourself breathing heavily, but still in one piece and
fully clothed. Eliza and the others are gaping at you wide mouthed. You grin, and
then lean back into the pillows on the sofa once again and wonder if this was what
the phone companies had in mind when they told you to "reach out and touch someone".
Bar none, this was the best dare anyone had ever given you, and you make a point to
thank Eliza for giving it to you. Right after you wake up.
Last edited: 2 February 2009