escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: His Body Remembered…
I could feel it before he spoke.
That quiet tension beneath his words.
The way his breath stayed shallow even as he smiled.
His body had learned to perform. But not to receive.
We undressed the way one might unpeel armour. Slowly. Tenderly. Reverently.
I guided him down onto the massage table, but really…
he was landing into something much deeper.
A place he’d forgotten existed.
A place that said:
you don’t have to hold it all anymore.
As my hands moved along the edges of him,
his breath caught. His heart cracked.
And the tears came. Not loud. Just soft rivers.
His sacrum trembled, his chest heaved,
and I stayed with him, whispering presence into his spine.
I saw him. Not the mask he wears out there.
But the boy underneath. The man waiting. The soul arriving.
By the end, his eyes were oceans.
And he held me like someone who’d come home.
These are the kinds of sessions that stay with me.
Where pleasure meets truth.
Where healing doesn’t only look like climax,
but like ecstatic whole-body remembering.
I have space this week in Shelley for just one or two more sessions like this.
Slow. Soulful. Undone.
Let me know if your body’s been whispering too.
Love,
Kali xx
