Monday, 2 February 2009
05:05:34 AM (GMT)
WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF OFFENDED.
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jedi = lust.
You unconsciously hold your breath, wondering if the voice that answers will be male
or female, young or old, angry or kind.
Calling complete strangers wasn't something you normally did, especially not at 2 in
the morning, and especially not with the goal you had in mind.
You are now beginning to wonder if anyone will answer at all, or if your friends will
have to try a second random number in order for you to complete the mission declared
to you by Eliza.
"Hello?" a groggy, very masculine voice asks on the other end of the line.
"Hello, handsome," you reply softly, in what you hope is a semi-seductive voice.
Since you have no idea whom you're speaking to, you also have no idea if he's
actually handsome or not, but that doesn't matter now.
"Do I know you?" the voice asks. You're certain by the sound of his voice that he was
sound asleep, and you silently apologize for waking him with such a childish game.
*I hope not* you think in answer to his question, but aloud you reply, "I'm the
sweetest dream you've ever had." Your voice is surprisingly calm with a distinct hint
of playfulness mixed in, despite the nervousness you feel at the thought of carrying
on this conversation with a complete stranger.
"Oh?" the voice replies. Was there a hint of interest in that question, you wonder?
Going in for the kill, you respond in your most seductive tone of voice, "Mmm hmm...
I was just wondering... what are you wearing tonight, handsome?"
A giggle escapes the circle of friends surrounding you and you look up to see Eliza
giving Morgan a Look. The faces of your other girlfriends gaze at you with amused and
amazed expressions as you boldly carry out your dare.
"What am I wearing tonight?" He repeats the question slowly, as if trying to
translate it to a more familiar language, and again you hold your breath, wondering
how long it will take before he hangs up on you. If he does, your task will be over,
but if he doesn't, there was no way you were going to hang up first. Eliza would
never let you live that down, and besides that, you find his voice enticing. There
was just something about it...
"Mmm hmm..." you murmur again, "I'm your dream, and I'd love to know what you're
wearing, handsome." The words slide off your tongue effortlessly, though your palms
are beginning to sweat.
"Boxers," he replies after a short pause. "Silk boxers..."
Apparently he was going to play along a little, perhaps to see how far you were
planning to take this. You wonder what he expects you to do and wish you could see
"What color?" you hear yourself ask.
"Blue," the enchanting voice says in your ear. "A deep midnight blue..." Was it your
imagination, or did the tone of his voice drop towards the end of that phrase?
"You know what they say about men who wear blue, don't you?" you hear a voice ask,
soon realizing that it was your own. Cursing mentally, you grimace, knowing that you
just set yourself up for failure. You didn't have the foggiest idea what they said
about men who wore blue, and he was sure to ask.
Sure enough, he didn't let you down. "No, actually, I don't," the voice replied. "But
I'd love for you to tell me, my dream..." The voice was definitely husky now. He was
playing along with you!
Thinking quickly, you respond, "They say that men who wear blue are calm, like the
oceans, and brilliant like the sky, but like the oceans and sky, they can also be
powerful and emotive. They say that men who are most comfortable in blue make the
best lovers," you finish, praying that you didn't sound like an absolute moron now.
A soft chuckle drifts across the connection, and you hear your stranger reply in an
amused voice, "Now is that so?"
"Mmm hmm," you reply again, sounding more sure of yourself than you felt. You glance
to your friends, who are quite attentive now, and can't help smiling at the
expressions on their faces. Eliza mouths something at you, and you try to make it
out, almost missing his next inquiry.
"Now tell me what you are wearing, my dream..." the low, husky voice intones in your
You swallow deeply, as you didn't quite expect to be asked that. You glance down at
your jeans and sweater before replying. "Absolutely nothing," you lie, wondering what
he'll say to that. You glance up quickly to take in the raised eyebrows of your
friends and grin. This was fun.
"Oh?" There's that amused tone in that beautiful voice again. "You normally play
games with your friends in the nude?"
The grin disappears faster than it appeared in the first place, and you almost choke
on your tongue as you wonder how in the hell he knows you have friends there with
you. Had he heard Morgan's giggle earlier? Possibly... Okay, he'd caught you in your
lie, so it was time to think fast again.
"Well, it depends on who the friends are..." you reply, the suggestion clear in your
You are rewarded with another hearty chuckle. "Nice save, my dream..." he compliments
you, "but I think I'd like to change your current state of dress..."
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