SilverDust:
Yes.
God, yes.
[2:28 AM — both typing… then pausing. A long moment of silence.]
SilverDust:
You know this isn’t just lust, right?
Monk29:
I know.
I’m not here to get off. I’m here to get into you — your head, your heart, your desires.
SilverDust:
And what if I told you you’re already halfway there?
Monk29:
Then I’d ask…
Can we let this go further? Deeper? One layer at a time?
SilverDust:
Yes.
Just… promise me we don’t lose the real in the heat.
Monk29:
I swear.
This isn’t just about heat.
It’s about lighting something that doesn’t burn out.
SilverDust:
Then undress me again tomorrow night.
Same time. Same place. Same fire.
Monk29:
I’ll be here, SilverDust.
Until there’s nothing left between us but truth.
SilverDust:
Goodnight, Monk.
I’m going to sleep… with your hands still in my mind.
Monk29:
Sleep slow. Dream deeply.
And know… you’re being wanted.
Whispers in the Chatroom – Part 7: The Image Between Us
[Private Chatroom: SilverDust & Monk29 — Night Thirteen, 1:45 AM]
Monk29:
Can I admit something?
SilverDust:
You know I love when you do.
Monk29:
Every night, when we say goodnight… I want just a little more.
A voice. A glimpse. A moment I can hold onto.
SilverDust:
You mean… a picture?
Monk29:
Yeah. But not your face — not unless you’re ready.
Just… something. Skin. Silhouette. Something you.
SilverDust:
What would you want to see?
Monk29:
Your bare shoulder in morning light.
The curve of your back. Maybe your thighs under soft sheets.
Something quiet, but devastating.
SilverDust:
You don’t ask like other men.
There’s no greed. Just… reverence.
Monk29:
Because I don’t want a body. I want you, in whatever piece you choose to give.
SilverDust:
Okay.
I’ll send one. But only if you send first.
Monk29:
Deal.
[Image received: monk29_attach01.jpg]
Monk29:
That’s me. No face. Just… the part I thought you’d want.
My chest. Collarbone. A little trail beneath the towel. Fresh out of the shower.
SilverDust:
…oh.
I was not ready.
The shadows on your abs. The V-line. That damp skin.
You look like a sin waiting for a name.
Monk29:
And now… I wait for redemption. Or temptation.
[“SilverDust is typing…”]
SilverDust:
Alright. One for one.
It’s not just skin. It’s… a part of me I’ve never shared before.
Be gentle.
[Image received: silverdust_attach01.jpg]
Monk29:
…
You’re in lace.
Just lace.
Sitting by a window. Back arched slightly, one leg folded under, the other stretched out.
Light falling across your stomach. Your arm draped across your chest — barely covering anything.
Shadows playing over your thighs like they’re memorizing you.
You’re not posing. You’re just… being.
Monk29:
You’re art, Medha.
And I’m stunned.
SilverDust:
You noticed my name.
Monk29:
You slipped. I caught it.
And I won’t forget it.
**[1:58 AM – a long pause. Then…]
Monk29:
I want more. I want all of you.
SilverDust:
I’m scared.
But I want to give it. Just once. To someone who sees beyond the surface.
Monk29:
Then don’t send it for the camera.
Send it because you want me to see you — completely.
[2:09 AM – Uploading file… silverdust_final.jpg]
Image received: silverdust_final.jpg