escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: The Kind of Touch You Don’t Forget
He said he wanted to take it slow.
But his eyes were already devouring me.
I smiled.
Unbuttoned my silk robe one loop at a time.
And invited him to lie back, palms open.
We began with stillness.
Just breath. Just presence.
The kind of silence that speaks louder than words.
Then my hands found him.
Not to rush. Not to perform.
But to read. To learn. To worship.
He twitched beneath my fingers like a man being remembered by something ancient.
I let my hair fall over his chest. Let my thighs slide beside his.
Skin on skin.
Warm lotion.
A strawberry between my lips…
then between his.
He reached for me.
And I didn’t stop him.
Not this time.
Some sessions are one-way.
Others are a slow unfolding of mutual hunger.
This one… was the latter.
And by the end, neither of us quite knew where one began and the other ended.
There’s still time this week if you’d like something that doesn’t feel like a booking…
but like a memory your body will ache for.
I’ll be in Shelley. The invitation is open.
Love,
Kali xx
