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I still think about a stranger's hands while my phone was on silent
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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. Part of me wants permission, part of me wants restraint, and part of me just wants to stop pretending. If I ever act on it, I want it to be honest, consensual, and not built on panic.
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