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Av3ry (44) from Germany

Gender: female
Age: 44
Zip code: xxxxx
Country: Germany
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quote Curious, creative, sometimes a bit crazy - and always with a penchant for people who have more to tell than you initially realize. Interesting conversations, humor, imagination, and unexpected encounters are exactly the things that make a contact exciting. Open to new things and curious about what can develop. Without drawers, without a finished script. That way, it can stay exciting.

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My Personal Info

Height	157 cm
Weight	75 kg
Ethnicity	White / Caucasian
Eye color	brown
Hair color	brown
Hair length	longer
Figure	thickish
Body hair	little
Pubic hair	partly shaven
Cup size	Not available
Glasses	yes reading glasses
Tattoos	one
Piercings	one
Marital status	single
Smoking	Not available

My preferences

What I'm looking for, is

a woman
a man
a couple

What I would like to experience, is

a flirt
email sex
an affair
an exciting friendship
B**M

What turns me on, is

Vanilla sex
A**l sex
O**l sex
Being submissive
Being dominant
Sex Toys
Outdoor sex
Public sex
RPG
Voyeurism
B**M

More about me

What I can tell about myself

Maybe I'm not quite what you expect at first glance. The little things often stick with me: a certain look, a sentence at the right time, or a detail that others might overlook. Humor is a must. I can laugh at myself just as much as I laugh at life – and that's probably just as well. And yes, I probably overthink things more than necessary. But I enjoy discovering connections where others have long since moved on.

What's being said about me

"You can talk to me about really anything." "You're sometimes delightfully crazy - but in a good way." "You think too much." "You have a special way of making people feel like they're really being seen." "With you, you never quite know what's coming next." And some would probably add: "You're more curious than you sometimes like." Which of these is true? You're free to figure that out yourself.

My erotic fantasy

I might not reveal that so simply. I find it much more interesting if you ask me about it yourself. Maybe that will lead to a longer conversation, maybe surprising thoughts, maybe a bit of mind cinema. And who knows where a conversation will go if both parties are curious enough?

Diary of Av3ry

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Oct 10, 2026 12:49 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Warm echoes

quote The cool air settles on her glowing cheeks. Yet, beneath her skin, that warmth still lingers. The echo of her dream has settled, roaming her thoughts and awakening feelings that aren't as gone as she'd like to believe.
She remembers his lips. The gentle caress before they touched her skin. That brief pause, where she already knew she'd lose herself again. How his kisses slowly wandered down her neck, sending shivers down her shoulders. How she slightly tilted her head, almost unconsciously, as if to show him more of herself.
And then his hands.
Warm on her skin. Calm, secure, as if they had all the time in the world. She recalls how his touches made her pause again and again, how her breathing grew shallower and that familiar ache spread deep within her abdomen. The moment she leaned in closer to him, without thinking. As if every small movement was an answer to something neither of them had to say.
For a moment, she still believes she can feel his breath on her neck. Almost, she thinks his hand is on her skin again. She remains perfectly still, as if she could prevent the memory from fading.
But there's only the wind.
Cool, it sweeps across her cheeks, while inside her, something else resonates. And perhaps it's this contrast that makes everything so intense. The fresh air on her skin and the warmth of a closeness that made her forget, for a few precious moments, where the dream ended and reality began.
She opens her eyes, but her thoughts remain there.
By his lips. His hands. In that last moment, she wished time would simply stand still.
And then there's this question that won't let her go.
Whether someone out there is feeling the same. Whether an echo lives on under someone's skin, even though a new day has begun.
Perhaps someone sits by the window, feels the cool wind on their cheeks, and smiles at the thought of a closeness that still lingers.
Maybe this echo isn't just hers.
And maybe someone is thinking of her, without knowing she's wondering if he feels it too.

Oct 08, 2026 07:58 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Fascination

quote It's this memory that brings her back again and again.
Not even the whole dream does she remember. Just individual moments that have gotten stuck somewhere inside her.
His voice.
That look.
And the touch on her cheek, which feels much warmer in her memory than it should.
She remembers how close he was. His breath that grazed her skin, and that brief pause before his hand touched her.
It was just a moment.
And yet, it left something in her.
Sometimes she closes her eyes and is back there. She feels that gentle tug in her stomach, that tingling that suddenly appeared back then. As if her body had understood faster than her head that this stranger wouldn't remain indifferent to her.
She remembers his eyes most clearly.
How she got lost in his gaze and for a moment forgot that she didn't know him at all.
Maybe that was exactly what fascinated her.
That she knew nothing about him and yet immediately felt this.
This closeness.
This tension.
This soft what if... that has been p**ping up again and again ever since.
And every time she thinks about it, her mind starts writing the story a little further.

Oct 07, 2026 02:30 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Inner warmth

quote The sun lies warm on her face as she sits with closed eyes on her bench.
She listens.
But what she hears doesn't come from outside. It comes from within herself.
This voice. This soft echo of words that were said long ago and yet still resonate somewhere inside her. Almost like a memory that gently wraps around her.
Her hand glides over the armrest of the bench.
Very slowly.
And as her f****rtips brush against the armrest, something within her shifts. A feeling that's initially barely perceptible and then gradually spreads.
Warmth.
A fine tingling sensation runs over her skin, accompanied by a smile that appears of its own accord.
She takes a deep breath.
For a moment, she simply sits there and allows this feeling to be.
This quiet happiness that doesn't need to be explained. That doesn't need to be loud to warm her from the inside out.
Perhaps it's sometimes just small things that make something within us shine.
A few words.
A memory.
A feeling that's suddenly back.
And perhaps that's enough to make an ordinary moment truly special for an instant.

Oct 06, 2026 10:48 am Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Fleeting?

quote This fleeting moment, in which this one thought had made everything in her tremble, was long gone.
The dream images were fading. The room slowly filled with the light of the sun and sucked up the last shadows of the night piece by piece.
Not yet.
That's what she wanted to say.
Not yet. She wasn't ready to face reality yet. Not now, when she thought she could still feel this feeling on her skin.
Because it hadn't been a fleeting moment.
It had been a glowing moment.
One that had ignited something in her. At first just a small spark, then a whole flood of warmth and fire that had filled her and taken her mind for a moment.
She didn't want to lose this feeling.
Not the closeness. Not the crackle. Not this indescribable pull that still echoed deep within her somewhere.
Maybe that was the reason why she closed her eyes again.
Just for a moment.
To feel the fire again before the day took it away for good.
And if she was honest …
she would never want to miss it.

Oct 04, 2026 11:37 am Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Silent dream

quote In the silence of the day, there are infinitely many moments that stir thoughts.
A glance, a movement, a shadow in the right light – and images start swirling.
Some last only for a heartbeat, while others feel like they want to gently settle under her skin.
Perhaps she simply can't decide which image is allowed to stay.
Or which one she'd secretly like to examine longer.
Maybe she should look away. Not linger too long. She knows this effect. Knows how quickly a harmless thought can turn into this warm pulling sensation that starts deep within her and slowly wanders.
But does she really want to look away?
Of course not.
Because that's exactly where her small world begins. Where a glance can last longer, proximity suddenly becomes palpable, and a touch lingers in her imagination far longer than it might in reality.
A hand on her hip. Warmth close by. A breath that grazes her skin and leaves this fine tingling.
Just images.
And yet, for a moment, it feels almost real.
This world knows no boundaries. Here, even the impossible can suddenly seem close.
So, eventually, she closes her eyes.
Not to get rid of the images.
But to be closer to them.
She lets herself fall into the warmth of her thoughts, into this soft crackling between imagination and feeling.
And while everything around her remains still, a story begins within her, one whose ending she doesn't yet know …

Oct 03, 2026 02:50 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Dream conjuration

quote She looks out of her window again.
The morning lies calmly over the world, but in her head the night is far from over.
She lets the words glide through her thoughts again. Very slowly. And with each sentence the dream comes alive again.
She almost feels his hands on her hips. Warm, calm, familiar. The mere thought makes that gentle pull in her stomach return.
His body very close.
His breath on her skin.
And that tiny moment before closeness becomes touch.
She closes her eyes and lets herself fall back into it.
Into that crackle between them. Into his gaze that holds her. Into her own reaction to it, which she can no longer hide.
Her breathing becomes more restless.
A fine goosebumps runs over her skin while she imagines how his hands lie a little firmer on her hips. Not demanding. Just close enough to remind her how much she wants this closeness right now.
She opens her eyes again.
Outside, the sun seems to shine brighter now.
But a part of her is still in that dream.
And maybe that's why she lets it run a little further.
Only in her head.
Only for herself.
Because some thoughts feel much too good to let go of them right away.

Sep 30, 2026 03:05 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Approach

quote From a distance, she observes his movements.
Each one seems so familiar to her, even though she knows she's only seeing him in her mind's eye.
She approaches quietly,
almost silently, so that even her own breathing is barely audible. The silhouette in front of her takes on more shape with each step. Just a little further... then she can almost feel his presence.
His scent.
His warmth.
Maybe even his breath.
Her heart beats faster.
Just a little closer.
Then her f****rtips touch his warm back.
Very gently at first.
The skin under her f****rs seems to glow and she lets her hand rest there for a moment, as if she needs to make sure he's really there.
"I'm here," she whispers.
Her hands slowly wander along his arms. Not hastily. More like she's savoring every moment.
Then she leans towards him.
Her lips gently touch his shoulder.
Only for a moment.
But she feels him take a breath.
For a moment, everything is still.
Then she hears her name.
Softly. Almost just a whisper.
And suddenly, this one moment feels much more real than any thought before.

Sep 28, 2026 12:26 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Dream images

quote The morning is already here, but somehow she hasn't quite arrived yet.
Her head feels empty. Only a few images from the dream remain and slowly pass before her eyes. Blurred, like small memories... and yet she can still feel them on her skin.
This fine goosebumps that remained where his f****rtips had touched her.
The breath she had taken sharply as his hand stroked slowly over her skin. His eyes that held hers while there was hardly any distance between them.
She remembers his warmth.
That soft crackling that grew stronger with every touch. The moment when a kiss suddenly triggered much more than she had expected.
And then the tide had turned.
Just a moment before, she was the one who felt safe. But suddenly there was only this warm, restless feeling inside her. Her breathing quickened, her thoughts quieter and somewhere between desire and surrender she lost for a moment every sense of what was dream and what was reality.
Outside, the first sunlight falls into the room.
She slowly opens her eyes.
The dream is gone.
Almost.
Because this warmth is still there. This soft tingling. And a small smile that reveals that a part of her has long since wanted to go back there.
Maybe she just closes her eyes again.
Just for a moment.
To see how the dream continues.

Sep 26, 2026 07:57 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Faded away

quote The last notes of the song have long since faded away.
And yet she can still hear it.
The voice. This gentle melody. The words that settle into her thoughts like a warm breath. She closes her eyes – and suddenly everything around her blurs.
It's no longer a real place.
More like a dream.
A few images appear, come closer and dissolve again.
Her hand in his.
The f****rs intertwined.
A smile.
His skin under her f****rtips, warm and familiar, as she strokes it very slowly.
Then another moment.
His face very close.
Her lips touching his skin – hesitant at first, then with a calmness that surprises her.
A kiss.
Another one.
And another, while her hand finds his quite naturally.
The image dissolves again.
She stands on this path.
Or is she just dreaming that she's standing there?
She no longer knows.
The song continues to play somewhere, even though no sound can be heard anymore.
Then she feels something on her shoulder.
A hand.
Very gentle.
She stops.
The warmth spreads slowly, as if she's been familiar with the touch for a long time.
Her f****rs move on their own, searching for the hand behind her.
And find it.
Again, their f****rs intertwine.
This time, she holds it tight.
She still doesn't turn around.
She doesn't need to.
Sometimes a dream already knows who's standing behind you before you have the courage to open your eyes.

Sep 25, 2026 10:40 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Back then

quote So long ago … and yet there are memories that feel like they just happened.
This first moment when their eyes met.
These eyes.
So open, so familiar and with this small hint of cheekiness that immediately made her smile. How could she have missed him?
He somehow took up the whole room. Not through words or grand gestures. It was just that certain something.
And then there were these moments.
A glance that lingered a little longer. A smile that seemed to belong only to them. A shoulder she leaned against without thinking. Hands that found each other so naturally.
It was this kind of closeness where you eventually don't know when it actually started.
Warm evenings. Quiet conversations. Music in the background. This familiar feeling that someone is really close.
And sometimes it didn't take anything at all.
Just his closeness.
His gaze.
This brief smile before she looked away again.
Maybe it's exactly these small things that remain.
Not the big moments.
But this warm feeling somewhere between memory and longing when she suddenly thinks of him again and for a moment believes she can still feel his closeness.
And somewhere in her there is this one room where this time still is just like that.
Warm.
Quiet.
And a little bit forbiddenly beautiful.

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