SilverDust:
I’ll stop here.
Unless…
Monk29:
Unless what?
SilverDust:
Unless you want to finish it.
Unless you want to show me what you would do next.
A long pause.
Then a notification:
🎤 Voice Note — from Monk29 (0:09)
No words. Just one shaky breath. Deep. Male. Held for a second. Then a single, hushed exhale — like he’d seen something he wasn’t ready for.
SilverDust:
That’s all I needed to hear.
Undone – Part 25: The Story Becomes Him
[Chatroom – Day 37 | 12:47 AM]
SilverDust:
You still want me to continue?
Monk29:
I haven’t blinked since you stopped.
SilverDust:
Good.
Then let’s drop the letters.
Not M. Not A.
You. And me.
Monk29:
Medha…
SilverDust:
Don’t stop me now.
You’re already there, aren’t you?
On that bed.
My shirt still clinging to your skin because I just wore it.
You can smell me on it. Can’t you?
Monk29:
Yes.
SilverDust:
And you’re watching me lie back… knees still bent, thighs slightly apart.
I lift the shirt slowly — not to tease. Just to show you what you already imagined.
No lace. No modesty.
Just… me. Bare. Wanting.
SilverDust:
My fingers trace along my inner thigh. Then higher. And I’m not shy.
Because I know exactly how much you want to see.
I whisper — “Tell me what you want to do first.”
The screen stayed still. No typing. No reply.
She continued.
SilverDust:
But you don’t answer.
You just kneel at the edge of the bed.
And your hands — big, warm — slide under my legs, pulling me to the edge like I weigh nothing.
You don’t even kiss me.
You breathe me in.
SilverDust:
And then?
You taste me.
Ankit finally typed:
Monk29:
Medha…
SilverDust:
No metaphors now.
You run your tongue along my center, slow, full.
I arch. My knees press in against your shoulders. You don’t let me escape.
One hand on my waist. The other—
Slipping up, teasing my breast under the shirt.
My back is off the bed.
I’m whispering your name like a secret I don’t want anyone else to hear.
She stopped typing.
He did too.
Then…
📷 Image — from SilverDust
This one was different.
A dark silhouette in warm lamp light. Just her legs — bent at the knee, soft skin under shadows. The hem of a shirt. And her hand… resting just at her inner thigh.
No face.
But the intent?
Unmistakable.
SilverDust:
You made me feel like this.
And I’m not done.
Undone – Part 26: What You Make Me Want
[Chatroom – Day 38 | 12:58 AM]
Ankit stared at the photo.
His hand hovered over the keyboard for a long time. He didn’t want to break the spell. But then…
Monk29:
You.
That pose.
You knew exactly what it would do to me.
SilverDust:
I hoped.
Now tell me what you’d do if I were really there.
Monk29:
You wouldn’t be lying back for long.
I’d pull you to the edge of the bed.
Make you stand.
Shirt falling halfway. Just covering what matters.
Then I’d turn you around.
SilverDust:
Facing away from you?
Monk29:
Yes.
I’d press against you from behind. My hand gripping your waist.
And I’d whisper — “You think you’re in control?”
Then I’d slide the shirt off your shoulders. Slow.
Let it fall.
A beat.
SilverDust:
I’m already warm.
Wet.
Say more.
Monk29:
I’d brush your hair to one side. Kiss the back of your neck.
Your skin would rise under my mouth.
And when I reach between your thighs…
I’d already feel how ready you are.
Because of words. Just words.