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I still think about a stranger's hands in a deleted chat
Night confession
Posted during night hours with extra privacy cues. Anyone can read anytime.
I still think about a stranger's hands from one night out, and I hate that such a small moment became such a private fantasy. I hate how one nude, one voice note, or one dirty line can turn into a whole sexual fantasy before I can stop it. For now, this confession is the closest I can get to saying the words out loud.
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