escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: No Tests Tonight
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Tonight reminded me how many men arrive holding themselves together just a little too tightly.
He lay back, shoulders high, breath shallow at first. The kind of body that’s used to being alert, even while being touched.
I warmed the lotion slowly between my palms and took my time. No rush. No expectation.
Somewhere between his chest and his belly, something softened. A sigh he didn’t realise he’d been holding slipped out.
His body stopped checking in. Stopped asking if it was doing okay.
That’s the moment I love most. When a man realises there’s nothing to pass here. Nothing to prove.
Just sensation, warmth, and being met exactly as he is.
Those nights always stay with me.
