escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: When He Finally Stopped Pushing
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He arrived with that familiar edge. Polite. Grounded. Slightly guarded.
A man who knows how to hold himself together.
We barely spoke at first. There was no need.
As my hands moved slowly with warm lotion, his breath told the story. Shallow at first. Controlled. Then softer. Longer. Less managed.
At some point his body stopped bracing.
I felt it instantly. That moment when effort melts and something deeper arrives.
Not arousal. Not release. Relief.
Later he smiled and said he did not realise how tired he was.
That is my favourite confession.
Not because it is dramatic, but because it is honest.
Sometimes the most intimate thing a man can do is finally let himself be held without doing anything at all.
