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I still think about a stranger's hands before I blocked them
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 am not confused about right and wrong; I am confused by how strong the wanting gets. I am posting it here because the night feed feels like the only place where the words fit.
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