escort diary® of Kaliheartholistic: The way his body spoke before he did
There is something I adore about the first moment a man lies down in front of me.
Not when he talks.
Not when he flirts.
But the moment his body betrays him in the sweetest way.
A sudden tightness in his breath.
A subtle clench in his thighs.
A flicker across his chest that says more than any words.
Men think they are hiding so much.
But the body never hides.
It whispers everything.
Today someone arrived looking perfectly composed.
Sharp shirt. Calm voice. Polished energy.
But the moment my hands touched his lower back, I felt it.
That tiny tremor.
That ache he has been ignoring.
The softness he has been starving for.
His body spoke before he did.
And what it said was simple.
Please. Let me rest.
He melted slowly, breath by breath.
What he thought were flaws were actually invitations.
Warmth rising in his belly.
A shiver down his spine.
The beginnings of pleasure he hadn’t felt in too long.
By the time he left, he was a different man.
Softer. Brighter. More himself.
The body never lies.
And honestly… listening to it is the sexiest thing I get to do.
