escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: The Night the Candle Taught Me Something About Men
Tonight I lit candles the way I always do before a session. Soft room. Quiet breath. A little sway to wake my hips.
I wanted everything to look seamless. And then one stubborn flame leaned too far and a drop of wax kissed my thigh. Sharp, hot, impossible to ignore.
I laughed. And right there, the whole room shifted.
It reminded me of the men who walk through my door trying so hard to look composed. The ones who apologise when their breath catches or when their body softens too quickly or too slowly.
They forget that I am not here for the perfect moment. I am here for the honest one.
Tonight, as I wiped the wax from my skin, I thought about how many times I have watched a man finally exhale. The moment he realises he does not have to impress me. The moment he lets himself feel instead of perform. It is intoxicating, that change. More erotic than any pose.
Maybe that is why the candle misbehaved.
A little reminder that the most delicious moments are rarely tidy. They are warm, unpredictable, a little wild, and very human.
Just how I like my nights. And my men.
