escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: The Morning My Cacao Ran Down My Wrist
Today started with warm cacao dripping down my fingers in my little Perth kitchen… and honestly, it felt like an invitation.
There’s something about that first sip that slows everything down. No rush. No proving. Just warmth, breath, the body remembering itself.
If you were here, I would have handed you a mug and watched the way your shoulders finally relaxed. Most men don’t realise how tense they are until something melts them, even for a second.
That’s my favourite part of my work.
The moment a man stops performing and starts feeling.
When the breath deepens. When the eyes soften. When pleasure becomes a truth instead of a test.
I hope your day had a moment like that too.
And if it didn’t… well, you know where to find me next time you need a little warmth running down your wrist.
