SilverDust:
Confession.
Monk29:
I’m listening. Always.
SilverDust:
I almost didn’t log in tonight.
Monk29:
Ouch. Am I losing charm?
SilverDust:
Haha, no. I just had this weird moment of… “what is this even?”
Like, we talk every night. Sometimes for hours. We don’t even know each other’s real names.
Monk29:
Yeah… but it still feels more real than 90% of the conversations I have during the day.
You don’t have to know someone’s name to know them, right?
SilverDust:
Damn, you say that like you mean it.
Monk29:
I do.
You feel more mine in this chatroom than most people do in person.
SilverDust:
Mine?
Monk29:
In the “you get me” kind of way.
SilverDust:
Okay… that kinda hit hard.
But now I have a question. A weird one.
Monk29:
Hit me.
SilverDust:
Why do most people come to chatrooms like this?
Monk29:
You already know the answer.
It’s not always for poetry and childhood memories.
SilverDust:
Sexting, right?
Monk29:
Pretty much.
Quick hits of fantasy. Escapes.
People open their browsers, drop their morals, and type their cravings.
SilverDust:
You say that like you’re familiar.
Monk29:
Not gonna lie… I’ve wandered through some steamy conversations here before.
But it never lasted. It felt… hollow. No connection. Just body parts and fake moans.
SilverDust:
Honest answer. I like that.
And yeah… same. I’ve been messaged random garbage here.
“What are you wearing?” “Want to see my thing?” Ugh.
Monk29:
Classic opening lines from desperate poets.
SilverDust:
Haha! Right?
But I’ve wondered sometimes. Not about randoms… but about what it’s like to really explore someone… mentally and physically.
Monk29:
You mean, turn-on through conversation?
SilverDust:
Yeah. Like someone who knows how to undress your mind first.
Monk29:
That’s the only way it works for me.
Words before skin. Imagination before anatomy.
SilverDust:
God. Why are you single?
Monk29:
Maybe because I want more than surface-level moaning.
SilverDust:
That… is stupidly attractive.
Monk29:
So is the way you say “stupidly.”
SilverDust:
I feel like this conversation is getting… warm.
Monk29:
Only warm?
SilverDust:
Hotter than chai from a street stall in Karol Bagh.
Monk29:
Now that is Delhi-level complimenting.
SilverDust:
So, Monk… can I ask something more personal?
Monk29:
Anything.
SilverDust:
What’s your… experience been like? Sexually, I mean.
Monk29:
Bold question, Miss Dust. I like it.
I’ve had… a few partners. All serious, not casual. I can’t do the random hookup thing.
For me, it has to have energy. Connection.
I love slow. Exploring. Watching reactions. Listening to breath change.
Sex, for me, is… like writing a story together.
SilverDust:
Wow.
You just made a lot of men sound like amateurs.
Monk29:
That wasn’t the goal. But tell me… what about you?
SilverDust:
I’ve been with two people. Both… not great.
One was selfish. The other was awkward and rushed everything.
I’ve never felt… safe and turned on at the same time. You know?
Monk29:
That breaks my heart a little.
Because every woman deserves to feel safe, wanted, seen.
Not rushed. Not reduced.
SilverDust:
God. You talk like a man who knows what fingers and words can do.