escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: Before the Day Learns Your Name
There’s something I love about meeting a man before his day has fully claimed him.
His body still remembers softness. His breath hasn’t shortened yet.
When he lies back, there’s a moment of hesitation, and then a sigh that feels like permission.
I move slowly. Lotion warming between my hands.
I can feel how used he is to holding himself together, even while receiving. So I don’t rush him out of it. I wait. I let his body notice that nothing is required.
Gradually, his breath drops. His shoulders melt.
The tension he didn’t know he was carrying begins to loosen, not because I told it to, but because it finally feels safe enough to let go.
This is my favourite part. When pleasure arrives quietly. When it doesn’t need to impress. When a man realises he can be held without being measured.
By the time he leaves, there’s a softness in his eyes. Not sleepy. Present. Like he’s met himself before the world gets loud.
And I know that whatever the day brings, his body will remember this feeling of being met without effort.
