escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: When Time Stood Still in a French Kitchen…
There was a moment in France where everything in me melted. Maybe it was the warmth of an old friend’s hand on my back. Maybe it was the chaos of children running around with sticky fingers and loud hearts. Maybe it was the way my body slipped into a version of itself that needed nothing to prove.
I stood there, barefoot on cool tiles, and realised something that made my knees soften.
I am not behind.
I am simply on my own path.
Later that night, as I slipped into bed, my phone buzzed with a message from a client.
A sweet one.
A little shy.
Asking if he was too inexperienced for the experience he wanted.
I smiled into the dark.
If only he could have seen what I saw that day. That there is no right time to arrive in your own body. No perfect age for desire. No deadline for opening.
Maybe that is why I love this work so much.
Because every session feels like time stopping again.
Two bodies remembering themselves.
Warm lotion.
Soft breath.
The kind of slowness that makes a man forget he was ever racing.
France reminded me that the heart does not follow clocks.
And neither does pleasure.
It arrives when you are finally ready to receive it.
Lots of love your way,
K xx
