escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: The Night I Became My Own Lover Before Anyone Else Touched Me
Tonight I slipped into my blue dress, the one that makes my hips sway a little slower, a little fuller, like they remember something ancient.
I lit a candle, not for ambience, but for the way the flame mirrors the flicker under my skin when I am turned on by my own presence.
Before meeting my next client, I decided to give myself what I always give them. Warm hands. Slow curves. A moment where the world disappears and all that remains is sensation. I traced my fingers down my thighs and felt my breath deepen. Hmmm. My body answered like she had been waiting.
By the time I opened the door to him, I was already glowing. Already claimed. Already taken… by me.
He felt it too. Men can sense when a woman is not seeking anything from them. When she is simply inviting them into the frequency she already lives in.
The session unfolded like warm honey. He melted before my hands even reached his chest.
Presence attracts presence. Pleasure attracts pleasure.
And it all began with the way I touched myself first.
Lots of love your way,
K xx
