escort diary® of Kiara Edwards: My first day back in Melbourne
I landed in Melbourne mid morning, the cool air brushing my skin as if the city itself was greeting me. The drive in felt like foreplay the skyline teasing in the distance, the hum of anticipation building with every turn.
I slipped into one of my favourite coffee haunts, where the aroma of freshly ground beans mingled with the low murmur of conversation. The barista’s eyes lingered a little longer than necessary as he slid my cup across the counter the perfect flat white, its foam like silk under my lips. Melbourne coffee always tastes a little naughtier when I know what my day holds.
The first booking was the kind that sets the tone for a whole trip. A gentleman with impeccable taste, the kind of confidence that makes you want to lean closer. Laughter flowed as easily as the wine, our knees brushing under the table. Later, in the quiet privacy of his hotel suite, that gentle tension turned molten. His hands traced the curve of my hip like he’d been waiting to for weeks.
By nightfall, I’d already surrendered to Melbourne’s pull the indulgence, the intimacy, the heat that blooms between strangers who refuse to stay strangers for long. This city and I… we have unfinished business.
