escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: When He Finally Stopped Trying
There is a look I recognise now.
He walked in composed, steady, successful. We spoke softly at first. I could feel the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his breath barely moved his belly.
He wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just still trying.
When he lay down, I warmed the lotion slowly between my palms before touching his back. No rush. No urgency. Just warmth spreading across skin.
At first his body stayed organised. Contained.
Then I felt it.
A longer exhale.
His hips shifted slightly under my hands. His fingers softened against the sheet.
He wasn’t performing. He wasn’t managing himself. He was just feeling.
We stayed there for a while. In simple sensation. The glide of lotion. The rhythm of his breathing. The quiet sound in his chest when something inside him loosened.
At one point he laughed softly and said he didn’t realise how much he had been holding.
That’s the thing. Most men don’t.
They think intimacy is about doing it well. About stamina. About outcome.
But when he stopped trying to control the experience, everything changed.
His body began to respond on its own. Desire felt less pressured and more spacious. Even the small moments felt full.
A fingertip tracing his chest.
His breath meeting mine.
The warmth of my hands moving slowly, deliberately, with him rather than on him.
Nothing extreme happened.
And yet everything shifted.
He left lighter. Not because something had been achieved.
Because something had been allowed.
Sometimes the most powerful part of tantra massage is not the intensity.
It’s the moment a man realises he does not have to brace anymore.
