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CaraWrite (43) from Germany
- Gender: female
- Age: 43
- Zip code: 2xxxx
- Country: Germany
- I speak:
Profile of CaraWrite
My Personal Info
| Height | 165 cm |
| Weight | 60 kg |
| Ethnicity | Mediterranian |
| Eye color | blue |
| Hair color | blonde |
| Hair length | long |
| Figure | sportive |
| Body hair | shaved |
| Pubic hair | shaved |
| Cup size | D |
| Glasses | Not available |
| Tattoos | several |
| Piercings | one |
| Marital status | Not available |
| Smoking | no |
My preferences
What I'm looking for, is
- a man
- a couple
What I would like to experience, is
- a flirt
- an exciting friendship
What turns me on, is
- Being submissive
- Dessous
- RPG
More about me
What I can tell about myself
Not available
What's being said about me
Not available
My erotic fantasy
Not available
Diary of CaraWrite
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Oct 14, 2025 03:05 pm
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Oct 12, 2025 01:47 pm
CaraWrite writes a new entry in the diary
Erotic fantasy
The sun stands low. Golden light drips through the trees like warm honey. The wind carries the scent of damp earth, leaves rustle under my steps. I feel that he's there – somewhere between the trunks, hidden, and yet close, like a thought I can't let go of.
A soft rustling. Then I see him. He steps out of the light, and for a breath, everything stands still. His gaze finds mine – familiar, restless, stored for too long.
I say nothing. Words would be too loud.
The distance between us is small, hardly more than a whisper. The wind strokes my hair, carries it against his face. His hand slowly finds my arm, follows the line of skin, as if he had to make sure I'm really here.
The world around us sinks into golden silence. Only the rustling of leaves, the pounding of hearts, and this invisible bond between us, tense and vibrating.
As the sun sets, the light becomes soft, almost liquid. His forehead touches mine. No words, no plan – just warmth, breath, closeness.
A moment that remains before the evening swallows it.
And somewhere, in the breath of the forest, time seems to stand still for an instant.
