I still think about a stranger's hands when the room got quiet

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 wish adult desire came with instructions instead of shame, guessing, and late-night overthinking. Maybe writing it here is safer than texting the person who would turn this into a real problem.

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