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Av3ry (44) from Germany

Gender: female
Age: 44
Zip code: 1xxxx
Country: Germany
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quote I'm a woman with a lot of imagination in my head and a weakness for people who make me curious. I love to laugh, get lost in conversations, and sometimes create a little movie in my head from a completely harmless sentence. I'm creative, humorous, sometimes wonderfully dreamy, and definitely a bit cheeky. I like people who show personality. Write me something that makes me smile - then you've already got my attention. 😉

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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
a transexual
a bisexual

What I would like to experience, is

an escapade
a relationship
a flirt
email sex
an affair
a ONS
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
Dessous
RPG
Voyeurism
B**M

More about me

What I can tell about myself

I'm not necessarily the woman for superficial small talk. I want to know what moves someone, what they think about at night, and what makes them laugh. I'm attentive, warm-hearted, and curious. If I find someone interesting, you can probably tell by my behavior. I love romance, closeness, passion. And yes... I can also get quite cheeky if you challenge me a bit. 😉

What's being said about me

“With you, it’s never boring.” I actually hear that a lot. I can talk in depth, laugh about complete nonsense and just as quickly get lost in a beautiful conversation. I like to listen and really let myself in on people. And sometimes this little, dangerously beautiful tingling occurs …

My erotic fantasy

For me, eroticism starts in the head. With a glance, a compliment, a message that triggers palpitations. I like the game of closeness and distance, of suggestions and fantasy. People who can seduce with words definitely have a small lead with me. Who knows … maybe you're exactly the person who's going to take over my mental cinema today.

Diary of Av3ry

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Aug 15, 2026 08:46 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Cheerleader

quote Sometimes something changes without you being able to say exactly when it started.
A thought becomes stronger. A desire suddenly gains a voice. And somewhere in between, there's this feeling that someone has touched something in you that had been quiet for a long time.
Not with grand words.
Rather with small gestures, a glance, a closeness that gives courage without even demanding it.
Suddenly, something that seemed impossible yesterday doesn't seem so far away anymore.
You think about it.
Play out the thought.
Dismiss it again.
And pick it up again.
Until that one moment comes when you no longer ask if you should dare to do it.
You just do it.
Maybe because someone has shown you that you can do more than you thought you could.
And maybe that's where a new chapter begins.
One in which things are allowed to happen that you never thought you were capable of.
Not because the fear has disappeared.
But because something else has become stronger. 🖤

Aug 15, 2026 11:30 am Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Whispering

quote Today, the morning was surprisingly peaceful.
Soft and quiet, almost as if the world had decided to demand nothing of her for a moment.
And right into this calm, something familiar slipped.
At first, just a fine tingling that slowly crept up her back. Like the barely perceptible echo of a kiss on the back of her neck. Like the memory of f****rtips that had once glided over her skin and apparently left a mark that time couldn't quite erase.
Then there was this whisper.
Not loud.
Not demanding.
Just an echo.
Of closeness. Of warmth. Of a feeling she had long known and yet always encountered a little differently.
She closed her eyes.
And suddenly the memory was no longer just a picture.
It became warm.
Almost physical.
Her breath changed, while the embers slowly rose under her skin and spread further. A pleasant shiver followed the next, as thoughts and memories mingled.
She didn't know if she was remembering or already dreaming again.
Perhaps it didn't matter.
For somewhere between this soft whisper and the warmth that grew stronger and stronger, something emerged that could no longer be denied.
A longing.
Deep.
Quiet.
And much more alive than she had expected this morning. 🖤

Aug 14, 2026 08:25 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Evening warmth

quote The evening sun lay softly over the roofs.
The warmth of the day still lingered in the air, making everything a little slower, softer, and more seductive.
Today, she had chosen this one spot.
The place where time had started to feel different.
She knew every noise there, every familiar scent. And as soon as she arrived, this special feeling returned.
She didn't need to close her eyes.
One thought was enough.
And suddenly, the image was there. A familiar closeness. A gaze that lingered a little longer. A soft smile that hinted at more than words could.
She felt the warmth almost on her skin.
This fine tingling, which grew stronger as her imagination let the distance between reality and desire shrink.
Perhaps there would be only one breath between them.
Perhaps one hand that would naturally find hers.
Perhaps this one moment when you stop thinking about what could happen – and just feel how much you wanted this very moment.
She smiled.
The sun sank lower.
And for a moment, the air felt like it would keep a little secret between them. 🖤

Aug 14, 2026 01:46 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Alive

quote The morning felt emptier than usual.
The heat lay heavy over everything and made even time pass more slowly. And yet she couldn't find any real rest. Something inside her was waiting. Patiently, but no longer quite still.
Her thoughts were doing somersaults. Again and again she felt this small wave deep in her belly, hardly noticeable – and yet a little more distinct each time.
The music she had chosen for this day seemed to be made exactly for this. With her eyes closed, she let herself be carried away by the sounds. Images emerged, first blurry, then clearer. Thoughts turned into feelings, feelings into small scenes that she could no longer just think, but almost feel.
And beneath it all, something was simmering.
This old fire.
For a long time, it had been content with a place just below the surface. But today it seemed to be growing more restless.
She remembered how easy it had once been to let it out.
How liberating.
How alive.
And how often she had wanted to find this state again afterwards.
A small smile flitted across her face.
Perhaps the real question had long since ceased to be whether the wave would come back.
But only how long it would take for it to find its own way back up. 🖤

Aug 14, 2026 10:30 am Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Depth

quote Some encounters start like a flash of lightning.
A brief moment - and suddenly there's this warmth that can't be explained. A look that lingers longer. A closeness that lasts only seconds but feels like it's set something in motion that had been waiting for a long time.
After that, nothing is quite the same as before.
The memory sometimes comes back completely unexpectedly.
A face.
A smile.
The anticipation of a touch.
And suddenly that fine shiver runs over the skin again, while deep inside something becomes warm.
Over time, the image doesn't change.
It just becomes more precise.
A small movement that one suddenly remembers again. A breath. The tension between two people, just before neither knows who will make the first move.
Maybe circumstances change.
Maybe distance grows, time passes, life takes different paths.
But some things reach a place that all of that can no longer reach.
There, this feeling remains.
Not loud.
Not demanding.
Just deep.
And sometimes one thought is enough to awaken it again.
Then, for a moment, there's this quiet tingling, the warmth under the skin, and this longing for a closeness that one has known for a long time but still couldn't quite forget.
Perhaps that's the strangest form of passion:
That it doesn't have to burn constantly.
Sometimes a spark is enough.
And suddenly the whole body remembers how fire felt. 🖤

Aug 13, 2026 10:58 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Funke

quote Good night.
The thoughts are slowly getting tired.
They lose their sharpness, become soft and foggy. Images that were just clear are fading away. Voices are getting quieter until only a whisper remains.
And then it becomes silent.
Perhaps for a moment, only this warm feeling remains, somewhere between memory and dream.
But just before the night swallows everything, a small spark appears.
Inconspicuous.
But bright enough to remind that tomorrow doesn't have to be just a repetition of today.
Perhaps something new is waiting.
A different thought. An unexpected moment. A small adventure. Or simply a feeling that you don't know yet.
For now, everything can be calm.
Close your eyes. Let go. Breathe.
And perhaps this small spark will be found again in the dream.
Sleep well and dream sweetly.

Aug 13, 2026 05:56 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Through the protective wall

quote She hadn't noticed when this protective wall had formed.
It had simply been there one day. Unobtrusive. Matter-of-fact. A boundary she hadn't consciously drawn, but which reliably ensured that nothing penetrated too deeply.
And behind it?
She had never really looked.
Until it suddenly happened.
No announcement. No slow approach.
Just a moment.
A closeness.
A feeling that caught her completely off guard.
Something inside her gave way.
Not cautiously.
Not piece by piece.
Just all at once.
And with the fall of this invisible barrier, everything emerged that she hadn't noticed for so long.
The warmth.
The longing.
This deeply hidden fire, which was much larger than she could have ever imagined.
Her breath caught.
Goosebumps ran over her skin, while at the same time a heat rose within her that she could hardly classify.
She wanted to step back.
But this other fire was already so close.
Strange.
Exciting.
And yet eerily familiar.
For a moment, she no longer knew where one feeling ended and the other began.
Only that suddenly there was no protection between them.
No distance.
Just this overwhelming closeness and a glow that settled deep under her skin.
She closed her eyes.
And only now understood how much had slumbered within her.
Not gone.
Just waited.
Until someone - or something - came that suddenly set it ablaze. 🖤

Aug 13, 2026 11:18 am Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Small moment

quote A new morning. ☀️🖤
Sometimes, all it takes is a single small moment to turn an ordinary morning into something special.
A smile that lingers longer than expected. A closeness that one might only feel for a moment and yet leaves something warm under the skin.
And suddenly, there's this soft glow.
Thoughts become freer, breathing a little deeper, and somewhere between memory and fantasy, this sweet desire for more arises.
For new moments.
For small adventures that might start quite harmlessly and yet leave traces.
A look that doesn't quite let go.
A chance moment that suddenly becomes much too intense.
A warmth that slowly spreads and reminds one how beautiful it can be to simply let oneself be surprised.
Perhaps just such a moment is waiting somewhere today.
And perhaps one only realizes later how deeply it has gone under the skin. 🖤

Aug 12, 2026 09:16 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

She looks different

quote She listens, allows closeness to develop, and accompanies thoughts, desires, and feelings. Not everything needs to be expressed. Some things are better left where a glance, a word, or a subtle hint suffices.
She knows longing in many forms.
Sometimes it's barely more than a smile. Sometimes it runs deeper, warms the skin, and makes breathing more conscious for a moment. Thoughts wander to where they particularly like to linger – at closeness, at touches, at this quiet feeling of more.
And then there are these rare moments that feel different.
Not louder.
Not more obvious.
Just more intense.
Something remains. A warmth. A pull. A memory that suddenly is close again and lets fantasy spin further almost on its own.
Maybe it's just a small shift.
A bit more closeness. A bit more tension. This sweet tingling when one doesn't know yet where a thought leads – but already feels like following it.
Some things touch the skin.
Some things touch the heart.
And some manage to connect both. 🖤

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