SilverDust:
Not just words.
Yours.
Then:
🎤 Voice Note — from SilverDust (0:12)
Soft breathing. Then one sentence. Whispered. Shaky but sure.
“Ankit… do you want to hear me touch myself?”
Ankit’s reply came slower this time.
Monk29:
Yes.
But I also want something else.
SilverDust:
What?
Monk29:
A photo. Of your lips. Just lips.
No eyes. No face. Just…
I want to see what it looks like when you’re about to say my name.
Another pause. Longer.
Then:
📷 Image — from SilverDust
A close-up. Tasteful. Artistic. Soft-focus.
Just her parted lips. Slightly damp. Slightly bitten.
The edge of a pillow visible. Her collarbone just barely in frame.
It wasn’t pornographic.
It was worse.
It was intimate.
SilverDust:
This is what you do to me.
Undone – Part 27: If We Ever Met
[Chatroom – Day 39 | 1:10 AM]
SilverDust:
Do you ever wonder what would happen…
If this wasn’t just a screen?
Monk29:
I do.
All the time.
But I try not to.
It’s easier to pretend this is a dream.
SilverDust:
Let me dream with you, then.
Just once.
Let’s imagine.
Monk29:
I’m listening.
SilverDust:
It’s late. Past midnight.
I show up at your door — hoodie, shorts, no makeup.
I say I “just happened to be near.”
You don’t question it. You just step aside.
Monk29:
I close the door behind you.
You don’t sit. You just look at me. Like you want something.
SilverDust:
I do.
But I’m scared. Nervous.
I keep fidgeting with the sleeve of my hoodie.
You come closer — close enough to smell my shampoo.
I finally whisper — “Can we just lie down? Just feel?”
Monk29:
No words after that.
Just breath.
Your back to my chest.
My hand around your waist.
You guide it lower. Slowly.
You press your hips against me. I feel everything.
SilverDust:
And then I whisper… “Don’t ask me if I’m sure.”
“Just… do what you’ve wanted to do since the first night we talked.”
And you do.
There was a long pause on both ends. The air between their devices felt alive. Heavy.
Then, she typed again.
SilverDust:
I shouldn’t want that.
But god… I do.
More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.
Monk29:
You’re not alone.
SilverDust:
Ankit?
Monk29:
Yes?
SilverDust:
Would you kiss me… like you know you’ll regret it?
Ankit couldn’t reply.
But his silence said everything.
Then:
📷 Image — from Monk29
Just a shadowed outline. His fingers clenched in his bedsheet. Shirtless. The tension in his arm said all it needed to.
Monk29:
I already am.
Undone – Part 28: The Breath Between Words
[Chatroom – Day 41 | 1:26 AM]
SilverDust:
I can’t stop thinking about it now.
Not just the kiss.
The way your hand would move — slow, like you wanted to make me beg.
And I would.
Monk29:
I’d take my time.
Slide your hoodie off first. Not even looking at your eyes.
Just watching it drop to the floor.
SilverDust:
You’d see my skin… my bra straps slipping down my shoulders.
I’d sit on your lap.
Wrap my arms around your neck.
Whisper in your ear — “You want me like this, don’t you?”
Monk29:
I wouldn’t answer.
I’d kiss your collarbone.
Your chest.
Unclasp your bra with one hand.
Let it fall between us.
SilverDust:
And then you’d finally look at me.
And I’d smile. Not shy. Just… knowing.
Like I’ve always known you’d touch me this way.
And you’d realize — you’re the one trembling now.