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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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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.

Sep 24, 2026 08:19 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Book pages

quote Outside, the rain lashes against the panes. Cold, gray, uncomfortable. Just the right weather to wrap yourself deep in a blanket and disappear into bed with a book.
Until this one scene.
She sees him for the first time.
Just one glance.
But sometimes one glance is all it takes.
My mind takes over the rest. The letters in front of my eyes blur and suddenly I'm no longer somewhere between pages. I'm there.
The room is dimmed. Only a little light falls through the curtains. Soft music plays in the background, just loud enough to fill the silence between two breaths.
They stand facing each other.
Too close to pretend it's a coincidence.
No one says anything.
Her gaze wanders briefly over his face and lingers on his eyes. A barely perceptible smile. This tiny moment when both know what could happen – and neither of them takes the first step.
Then he moves.
One step.
Another.
Suddenly there's hardly any distance between them.
I can almost feel the air change.
One breath.
Another.
Then their lips meet.
Not hastily. First cautiously, almost questioningly. And precisely because of that, much more intensely. A soft laugh is lost between them as they come closer and press against the wall.
Fabric rustles.
Something falls to the ground somewhere.
A soft clinking.
Then again this silence in which you can only hear their breathing.
F****rs brush against skin.
A brief shiver.
They separate from each other, just far enough to look at each other.
And there it is again – this glance.
Dark. Breathless. Much too long.
For a second, the world stands still.
Then everything seems to happen at once.
Heartbeat. Warmth. Breath. Proximity.
This strange, almost dizzying tension when someone is so close in front of you that every small distance suddenly seems unbearable.
I turn a page.
Then another.
But I've long since stopped reading.
Because somewhere between the pages and my imagination, Avery has started her own story.
And I know exactly that I don't want to finish telling it yet.

Sep 23, 2026 11:01 am Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Sunrise

quote Even before the sun rises, he feels it.
Soft f****rs glide slowly over his skin, barely more than a touch – and yet he knows immediately who they belong to.
The f****rtips linger for a moment on his shoulder, wander over his neck and stay there, as if they wanted to remind him that this closeness is just too beautiful to let go of.
He feels the warmth. The slight pressure. This almost imperceptible stroking that leaves a new tingling sensation every time.
Outside, the night has not yet completely disappeared. A first bright shimmer lies on the horizon, while his thoughts are already much further ahead.
A hand that glides over his back. A breath right next to his skin. Lips that touch him only briefly and precisely because of that leave the desire for more.
He knows this feeling.
This soft pulling, when a touch suddenly turns into longing.
And while the morning slowly begins outside, he loses himself deeper and deeper in the idea of how this closeness could feel.
Maybe it's just a dream.
Maybe, however, it's also a story that is just beginning.
Because some touches stay on the skin for a long time, even if they have long since disappeared.

Sep 21, 2026 02:54 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Fragments

quote Your thoughts are running differently today.
Not slower. Not faster.
Rather, it's as if individual fragments are sliding into each other and suddenly forming something that didn't have a name before.
There's this image.
Two people are standing opposite each other.
A woman in a warm semi-darkness. Her hand rises slowly, almost hesitantly, and stretches out in front of her. Her counterpart remains just a shadow at first. No clear contours, no face - and yet she senses his presence.
Something is drawing between them.
No visible force, but rather this quiet, physical knowledge that arises when two people come closer to each other and forget everything else for a moment.
Her f****rtips are only a few centimeters apart.
No touch yet.
And that's precisely why it's so clear.
The air seems to be getting warmer. Her breathing changes almost imperceptibly as she looks at this small distance. A tiny step would be enough.
Two worlds.
So different.
And yet, there's this strange familiarity, as if both had found something somewhere that was missing in themselves.
Perhaps they are more similar than they think.
Perhaps that's where the attraction lies.
That you discover something foreign in the other person - and at the same time something that feels disturbingly familiar.
Her hand remains outstretched.
The shadow comes closer.
And in this one moment, just before their skin touches, she suddenly knows:
Some encounters don't start with a touch.
They start much earlier.
With this inexplicable feeling that two people have already found each other, even though neither has taken the first step.

Sep 20, 2026 01:10 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

inner speech

quote How quickly one sometimes sinks into a thought.
Suddenly, she's having a conversation with someone who's not even there. And yet, in this moment, it feels so real. So close, as if she just had to reach out her hand to truly feel this closeness.
Just a few centimeters between two bodies.
The soft breath.
A voice that sounds right next to her ear.
Almost as a matter of course, she wants to lift her hand. Touch a cheek. Hold onto this closeness for a moment. Sometimes, just to pull someone into her arms and not let go right away.
But it's not just the innocent conversations that develop in her thoughts like on their own.
There are also the others.
The secret ones. The ones you don't talk about. Desires that remain hidden deep down and only find their place in this small world of thoughts.
Then, touches suddenly become more intense. A gaze lingers longer. Closeness takes on a whole different meaning.
And at some point, there's this crackling that can no longer be simply thought away.
A soft storm that starts somewhere and grows stronger and stronger.
Until breathing gets heavier, thoughts get slower, and this small, telltale smile stays on her lips.
As if it had really happened.
Even though it was just a thought.

Sep 19, 2026 06:02 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Spark of word

quote The words gush out. From the head onto the paper. Like a river that knows a beginning, but no end.
One thing follows another, sometimes faster than she can follow them. Thoughts, feelings, images … on and on.
There's a special magic in it.
One that brings fantasies to life. That suddenly creates an image out of the mere imagination of an encounter. Out of a moment, an experience.
So close, as if it had really happened.
As if this closeness had actually existed. As if there had really been this soft crackling on her skin.
Or was the crackling at the end just the spark?
A small trigger that sets something in motion and hasn't stopped tickling since.
Maybe that's what makes fantasy so special.
It doesn't need much.
Just a thought … and a bit of space to create its own reality.

Sep 18, 2026 08:45 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Small thoughts

quote These small thoughts often come when it becomes quiet.
They settle somewhere between memory and longing and start to draw pictures of what was, of what remains... and of what their heart still secretly yearns for.
For closeness that you can almost feel on your skin. For a touch that lasts only a moment and yet has a lasting effect. For a look that promises something without losing a single word. For a kiss that maybe only starts in their imagination and stays there much longer than it should.
Sometimes this longing sits very deep.
This gentle pull when something is missing that you can hardly describe. The warmth of a closeness that you wish for. The feeling of being completely arrived for a moment.
And somewhere in between, this little "What if...?" keeps p**ping up.
Maybe it's exactly that what makes their thoughts so alive.
She carries passion within herself, courage and the strength to trust her heart.
Because some things don't have to become reality to deeply touch.
Sometimes a single thought, a small idea... and suddenly the longing feels almost like a touch.

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