escort diary® of Sixta: The Silence Between Showers
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It’s one of those days where the rain never really stops… just softens, drizzles, and starts again. The city feels hushed. Even the traffic sounds distant... Like the world’s been wrapped in a blanket of grey.
I stayed in black lingerie all day, letting the chill brush over my skin, waiting for a knock that never came. And honestly? I didn’t mind.
There’s beauty in the stillness…
No rush, no performance... just me, my thoughts, the rhythm of the rain.
Sometimes, being an escort isn’t about always being touched.
It’s about knowing your worth even in the quiet.
But soon, the silence will break.
Someone will crave heat again.
And I’ll be here... Soft, warm, and ready to ruin the calm.
