escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: The Night a Man Melted in My Hands
I had a session last night that made me smile all the way home.
A businessman.
Polished. Composed.
The kind of man whose armour enters the room a few steps before he does.
But the moment I warmed the lotion and slid my hands across his back, something shifted.
A tiny exhale escaped his lips.
Then another.
And suddenly he wasn’t the man who walked in.
He was softer.
Younger.
Almost boyish in the way his body kept surrendering under my touch.
Halfway through, he whispered: “I don’t know why I feel like this… like my whole chest is loosening.”
I smiled because I did know.
The body tells the truth the mind tries to hide.
And last night, his truth was simple: He was tired of being strong.
Tired of holding.
Tired of pretending softness was dangerous.
By the time he left, his eyes were different.
Clearer.
Warmer.
Like a man who had finally remembered he didn’t need armour to be desired.
And honestly… that moment of melting?
It turns me on far more than any performance ever could.
Love,
K xx
