Desire For A Reply Novels & Stories

Justification always disguises itself as curiosity. As closure. As maturity. As “just checking in.” But alignment doesn’t require checking. It already knows. I don’t respond immediately. That pause tells me more than any message could. I feel the tension—not anxiety, but friction. Desire pushing. Congruence holding. When I finally reply, it’s simple. I hope you’re well. Nothing more. No opening. No invitation. A closed loop. The response comes quickly. Warm. Engaging. Suggestive of more.

She read the message and replied instantly. I had been expecting a simple, happy emoji or a quick response, but her text was much longer. “Hold on... I’m coming over,” it read. “I want to dare the world and try something with you that I’ve never done before.”

Does thinking of me fucking you into the mattress make you so hot you can’t resist? I don’t know if he’s looking for an answer. So far, he’s continued talking with no reply from me. This time, however, I want to respond. I want him to know what I’m doing so that he will keep going. He won’t stop. With my right hand busy though, I’m left to type with only my left thumb. All I manage is, Y. It seems to be enough. His replies are instant, one after the next. Fuck yes.

Hi gorgeous blushes hotly at the unexpected pet name, glancing around nervously to see if anyone noticed the color rising in his cheeks. Hovers his thumbs over the keyboard indecisively for a moment before typing out a cautious reply: Who's asking? ;) sees another message notification pop up almost instantly, heart racing traitorously with anticipation. Opens it with slightly trembling fingers, breath catching as he reads the reply: A very interested party who can't stop thinking about our last... meeting. ;) Wanna continue where we left off, gorgeous? - D

Something that could heal all the wreckage. My fingers move on autopilot, and I type a quick reply. “I’m not sure. I’ll let you know.” It feels hollow, like the words don’t even belong to me. He replies almost instantly, as if he’s been waiting. “Take your time. I’ll wait.”

My fingers hover over the screen for a long moment before I finally type: “Hey... I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I left things. If it’s not too much, could I come over later today? I just... want to talk.” I hit send before I can change my mind. My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at the screen, waiting for his reply. I try to imagine what must be going through his mind. Does he feel victorious about the fact he must have won me over? My phone beeps, drawing me back to the present, and I grab it immediately to see it’s his reply:

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

I bite my bottom lip and wait for his reply. There she is. I smile broadly as my heart rate picks up. I type back. When you think of me, what do you think about? I wait and an answer bounces straight back. I want to know how you taste. My eyebrows rise. Holy fuck. That is a great answer. I respond. And? An answer comes back. I want your taste on my tongue. I frown as I feel my arousal start to rise. Holy fuck. Are you still tight?

DATE: 14/01/2011 Mr.X: Reply to this email DATE: 13/01/2011 Mr.X: Why don’t you answer the phone? DATE: 12/01/2011 Mr.X: How are you? DATE:11/01/2011 My heart wanted to jump out of my mouth when I saw not one, but five emails from Mr.X. Each one more desperate than the other, asking where I was or why I didn’t answer the phone. In one of the last, I asked that at least I reply to your emails. I’m torn between not responding and ignoring you or responding. But I know that at that moment I need someone to talk to and know better than anyone what was going on in my life. So many things have changed in me that I need to tell someone if I’m not going to ex

I will wait for something to come through from him. I don't know how long I lie on my bed waiting for his reply but it's a long time. I feel my heart break as the seconds tick by. He won't reply. Tears start to well up I blink a few times and then suddenly the bubbles start moving on the screen. My heart starts going again. I grip my phone tightly waiting. This might be the open door I have been waiting for. I was hopeful this plan wpuld wprk but I didnt imagine it would be this fast.