Bend That Gender

"Hi. I was afraid you wouldn't call. Why did you leave this morning?" He could hear the excitement in her voice and knew he'd scored big time with his dramatic sexual performance of the night before. Of course, she still thought he was a woman with an especially realistic dildo.

"Hello my sweet. I'm sorry I didn't say something earlier but I'm not comfortable sleeping in a new bed. Besides, I had an important meeting in the morning and there was no way I could abandon you lying naked on the bed. I would certainly have ravished you all day long and missed my meeting." Shannon laughed at the implied compliment.

"I wouldn't have minded that at all."

"Well, I'm happy to hear you enjoyed our time together." His feminine voice was second nature to him now. He'd been told by men he had a sexy voice, sort of like Greta Garbo, deep and sultry. The compliment always made him laugh, though he was pleased he was able to mimic a woman so well.

"I've never had such an incredible experience. I couldn't keep my mind on work today, just recalling how you made love to me." He knew instantly what she was talking about though he had no intention to share his secret until they were together again.

"You're such a desirable woman, any person would be transported in making love with you." There was a long pause and he half expected she'd bring the topic up. She didn't.

"Well, I hope that you won't wait to get together again."

"That's why I'm calling. I was hoping we could see one another tomorrow night."

"I'd love that."

"Shall we meet at the club?"

"I'll be there around eight."

"See you then my love. Sweet dreams."

"Wet dreams is more like it." She laughed as she hung up the phone.

Shannon looked even more ravishing when he walked up to her in the bar. She was facing the other side of the dimly lit room, offering him a wonderful view of her round bottom beneath the softly caressing electric blue silk of her dress.