<![CDATA[Letters from a Wanderer: On Pleasure]]>https://www.lettersfromawanderer.blog/s/on-pleasurehttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!oMfJ!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F7b52962b-35db-4a88-81cb-3485ddb7d9c0_1200x1200.pngLetters from a Wanderer: On Pleasurehttps://www.lettersfromawanderer.blog/s/on-pleasureSubstackFri, 05 Jun 2026 00:30:10 GMT<![CDATA[An Unknown Lover]]>https://www.lettersfromawanderer.blog/p/an-unknown-loverhttps://www.lettersfromawanderer.blog/p/an-unknown-loverThu, 04 Jun 2026 21:10:16 GMT
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I feel her observing me. I do not mind if she is. I feel comfortable with her. I feel comfortable with her seeing me. I have nothing to hide. So, I let her observe me.

I feel her eyes on me. I would like to return her gaze, but any attempt to meet her eyes might destroy the moment. She is sitting on my right side, facing me. So, I let her gaze at me.

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