This Is Why There’s So Much Sexual Tension Between Us

There’s so much sexual tension between us, because we’re constantly hovering between platonic and romantic. Between friendliness and flirtiness. You pull me close and then you push me away. Push, pull, push, pull. We’re in a fiery tug-of-war that has led to a permanent state of sexual frustration for me.

There’s so much sexual tension between us, because we’re both experts at pretending. Pretending that we didn’t just stare at each other for a second too long. Pretending that we didn’t just come dangerously close to kissing. Pretending that we didn’t (and don’t) have any feelings for each other. We can hide our emotions, but we can never escape that sexual tension.

There’s so much sexual tension between us, because our feelings for each other are obvious. No, I can’t tell if you want a relationship or a fling or a fuck buddy. But I know you find me attractive. And you know I find you attractive. Every time I see you, it’s a confidence boost. Every time you compliment my hair or glance at my ass, I get a little bit crazier about you.

There’s so much sexual tension between us, because no one else knows what’s going on. If a stranger catches us locking eyes or chatting with our lips just a smidge too close, they’d think nothing of it, and that’s sexy as fuck. It’s sexy to know that our “relationship” is a secret. To know that there’s more between us than the average person can see.

There’s so much sexual tension between us, because I get turned on by more than just your body. I like the way you tease me when I talk about my favorite music. I like the way you laugh with me when I say something awkward. I like the way you say my name when we’re cuddling in bed. I like being around you, so to me, you’re much more than a pretty face and a set of abs.

There’s so much sexual tension between us, because our conversations over the phone are more heated than the ones we have in person. When there’s a screen separating us, we make those flirty remarks we usually keep lodged in the safety of our minds. But when we’re face-to-face, we never follow through. We know we’re both thinking about the sexual comments we made the night before, but we’ll never bring them up. No, not in person. Never in person.

There’s so much sexual tension between us, because you feel comfortable reaching out to grab my hand, to hug me, to dance with me, but you don’t feel comfortable enough to let me into your heart. You’ve touched me in every conceivable way, except for the one that matters. You’ve let me in physically, but I need something spiritual. Something emotional. Something real.

There’s so much sexual tension between us, because I have daydreams about fucking you against the wall and on my desk and in your bed. And at night, I masturbate to the thought of fucking you. But I know it’s never going to happen in reality. That’s what keeps our sexual tension strong. Wanting, but never getting. Reaching, but never grabbing.

If we actually got together, all of that sexual tension between us would vanish. So, really, not being with you is a good thing.

At least, that’s what I’ll tell myself.