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I’ve been keeping something from you. I’ve convinced myself that you already know. How could you not? Every time you walk past me I tense in the hopes that you might say something, might come a little closer, put your hand on my shoulder. Every time you look at me i feel as though I flush, my eyes fucking you so clearly to see. At night when his hands run across my body I imagine they are yours. I sit at my desk and fantasise about how you would touch me, where you would mount me. I have to tell you. Solo masturbation - Cheating - Confession of crush -