escort diary® of Miss L: The Night That Still Hums Under My Skin
I’m still buzzing. It’s like my whole body hasn’t quite returned to earth yet, and honestly, I’m not sure I want it to.
We met up with that easy confidence that only happens when two people already know the night is going to be good. The moment I saw him, something in the air shifted — warm, charged, like the world had leaned in to listen.
Dinner was supposed to be the main event, but it ended up feeling like foreplay for the mind. The way he looked at me when I spoke… it was as if he was tracing every word across my skin. And the way he laughed — low, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world just to enjoy me.
Walking out afterward, the city felt different. Brighter. Closer. He brushed his hand against mine, not quite holding it, just testing the spark. It was ridiculous how quickly my pulse answered.
When he finally did take my hand, it felt like a promise.
And then that moment — the one that keeps replaying in my head. He leaned in, slow enough that I could feel the anticipation build, fast enough that I didn’t have time to overthink it. His lips were warm, confident, and just a little teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I swear the whole world went quiet.
We didn’t rush anything. We didn’t need to. The chemistry was its own kind of gravity, pulling us closer, letting the night unfold in a way that felt both effortless and electric.
I came home with my hair a little messy, my lipstick a little smudged, and a smile I couldn’t wipe off if I tried.
If this is what the first date felt like… I’m in trouble. The good kind.
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