The voice, let me start with the voice. It wasn’t Barry White deep no, it wasn’t Marvin Gaye soothing, no, it didn't possess Johnny Gill’s ‘My, My,My’ pitch, it was smooth, Galaxy chocolate smooth…more like Idris Elba’s voice, when he’s being Idris Elba and not Stringer if you get my drift…the sexy Londoner voice! It was an inviting voice, I felt comfortable, I led this voice into my world, Shona’s zone. This voice wanted to understand why I seemed to like the cockiest men, Simon Cowell, Jose Mourinho, Kanye West, Diddy,Sir Alan Sugar, Gordon Ramsey et more .How I actually found cockiness attractive, but we all know, that if he can back up his talk, then every man has a right to be cocky so long as he doesn’t turn into an arrogant ass. LOL…I was so comfortable, comfortable enough to say that I love Westlife, had loads of NewKidsOnTheBlock(when they were still kids..someone say Jason!!) posters back in the day, how I’d day dream I was a member of the Beverley Hills 90210 cast (the ol’ skool one with Brenda and Brandon). The voice listened as I raved about the shirts from Duchamp London, how I would delicately take it off a man, because I understood it was a quality shirt. How I clearly love Ozwald Boateng and his designs. My love for Marmite…yikes, I could hear him cringe, and I imagined the look on his face, I smiled, he told me he felt my genuine smile.
I opened up, told this voice how I had many walls, barricades around my emotional zone because I feared being cut, I’d been cut once and after that I made sure I didn’t get to the point, once I started liking some-one, I pushed them away, there’s no room to allow it happening. Only I can guard my heart, thus the many barricades…the voice understood. Understood that after being 4years with some-one, being their friend, lover, shotgun rider, and then it ends, there’s a part that dies…The voice also understood how I'd moved on but whoever came after would have to be a notch higher for despite his flaws he'd been a man not a boy. He laughed when I told him that I'd qui-qui'd enough in the 4 years!
I shared my intimate dreams, how I wished I met one who knew the power of the forehead kiss, how it’d weaken me and how I found it the most endearing of kisses. Yes, didn’t I just say I let that voice know how I was so sensual? So are you a freak Shona? I questioned what was his definition of a freak? Was he talking about the Michael Jackson kinda freak?or the lady in the street, and a freak in the sheets kinda freak? He had this laugh, so so sexy, yes even his laugh was sexy. Gosh, then how could I not be weak and say everything?I rambled on as if I’d had a whole bottle of Amaretto Disaronno. I enjoyed how it was all non-judgemental even after I mentioned that I’d taken pole dancing lessons for fun and not so that I could get a gig at Spearmint Rhino. He laughed even more when I told him about the dinner at Spearmint Rhino with my girls and my cousin..how my cousin had all the girls boob-flashing and call him ‘Big Daddy’, they probably thought we were all his bunnies..lol…and how because he liked one of my girls my cousin didn’t even look at all those mammary glands. He shared his own experience at a strip club, he told me about his ‘friend’s’ obession, how I questioned if ‘friend’ was really him?The way he denied it, even after we were talking about something else. He that doth protest too much I remarked....lol
And then he mentioned that he would be able to croon me to sleep?Really??I asked him what song would he sing? And he just rhymed out,
‘One Love, One Love, You're lucky just to have one love, One Love, One Love,you're lucky to just have one’!
OMG, I smiled, he’d just done Whodini!!…so I asked if I didn’t fall asleep after that would he then start chanting ‘Fight the power’? He then screamed out annoyingly ‘Flavor Flav’, but I still smiled, yes he had such an effect on me!We spoke a little about our love for ol' skool hip-hop.
I wondered if he knew that I’d twirled with my hair, played with my feet, licked my lips, closed my eyes , I’d seductively strutted my stuff as if I was on a runway as I paced the room a couple of times, picked up a coin and tossed it in the air quite a few times, rolled on my bed, and more whilst talking to him? I didn’t want the call to end but I had to end it, I told him that this had been the best ‘Anonymous’ call I’d ever had. How even though I wished those I knew were more like him, I didn’t want to know him beyond that call, I wanted him to remain anonymous because though I’d loved talking to him, I’d found solace in the non-judgemental ease of our conversation, how I could totally be myself with him, without worrying about him throwing it back in my face tomorrow, I loved it all! And the best part was he wouldn’t enter into my world, he’d remain anonymous to me though he claimed I’d given him my number years ago!So, to Mr Anonymous I say ‘thank you, I found myself again in talking to you. I found my smile &sparkle!’
PS: I have been out two weeks in a row and must say I've had good fun with my peeps...went to Seductive Saturdays last week and that might have been my last visit to that place!..lol..Nway I hope you're all well, take care and as always Happy Sexing xoxo