I pamper my feet nicely
Today it's time to pamper and beautify my feet a little.
Dainiris (56) from Germany
- Gender: female
- Age: 56
- Zip code: xxxxx
- Country: Germany
- I speak:
✨ Charming, humorous, and a touch mysterious... ✨
Do you enjoy good conversations with a dash of lightness? Then you've come to the right place! I like to switch between profound thoughts and casual jokes – depending on what feels best.
Maybe it's just a nice chat, or maybe it's the beginning of something special.
Let's find out where it leads – I look forward to your message! 😊
Profile of Dainiris
My Personal Info
| Height | Not available |
| Weight | Not available |
| Ethnicity | Not available |
| Eye color | green |
| Hair color | brown |
| Hair length | Not available |
| Figure | thickish |
| Body hair | Not available |
| Pubic hair | Not available |
| Cup size | Not available |
| Glasses | Not available |
| Tattoos | several |
| Piercings | none |
| Marital status | Not available |
| Smoking | Not available |
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What I can tell about myself
✨ Curious & with a twinkle in my eye ✨ I like to laugh, appreciate good conversations, and enjoy the moment. Open to new things, always with a touch of humor and a good d**e of charm – life is too short for boring conversations. I enjoy deep conversations as much as spontaneous verbal sparring, I am attentive and like to ask questions. If you feel like a casual exchange with a hint of depth – – I'm waiting for your message! 😉
What's being said about me
✨ Stubbornness with charm & a pinch of madness ✨ People say I'm stubborn – well, okay… but a charming one! 😉 I'm curious, spontaneous and not always predictable – that's what makes life exciting, right? A little crazy, always up for good conversations and unexpected adventures. So if you're looking for someone who will make you laugh, ask curious questions and sometimes just acts before thinking – then you've come to the right place. Do you dare?
My erotic fantasy
✨ A moment between tension and touch … ✨ The air is charged, time stretches almost imperceptibly. A fleeting glance that says more than a thousand words. The room seems to get smaller, every movement conscious, almost like a silent game. A gentle graze of f****rtips – accidental or intentional? A breath too close, the warmth palpable, but still no word. The moment just before the inevitable … Who will break it?
Diary of Dainiris
Visit my diary daily to stay up to date with everything I do.
more than 3 month ago
Dainiris writes a new entry in the diary
Beautiful saying
I just read a beautiful saying:
'She is sunshine, mixed with a little hurricane.'
Yes, that describes it pretty well
more than 3 month ago
Dainiris writes a new entry in the diary
more than 3 month ago
Dainiris writes a new entry in the diary
Imagine ...
Imagine you could be any person for a day, even a fictional character. Who would you like to be?
more than 3 month ago
Dainiris writes a new entry in the diary
An evening full of possibilities
The evening started innocently enough. A table for two, candlelight, and the soft clinking of glasses. I'm wearing my black dress, which lightly grazes my shoulders and reveals a glimpse of my collarbone with every movement. You have that look in your eyes that makes me both nervous and excited – as if you can see more than I want to show.
After dinner, it's you who suggests driving a little further. You don't reveal where to. Your secrecy makes my heart beat faster. I agree, get behind the wheel, while you casually fall next to me. The city lights blur, and the summer wind plays with my hair. Your gaze keeps drifting to me, and I feel it like a warm touch on my skin. It's one of those nights where anything seems possible.
"Here," you say suddenly and instruct me to turn left onto a narrow path. I do it without thinking, and soon we find ourselves on a hill overlooking the sparkling city. "Beautiful," I say, looking out the window – but I sense that your gaze isn't on the panorama.
It's these quiet moments when words become unnecessary. You turn to me, your hand lightly touches mine, and suddenly the air feels heavier, more charged. My skin tingles, and my thoughts race. It would be so easy to ignore the tension. But I don't want to.
With a gentle smile, I lean towards you. Your scent fills the small cabin, and for a moment I hesitate, savor the closeness, before touching your lips. It's like an electric spark running through me. You return my kiss, first cautiously, then more intensely. My breath quickens as your hand slides over my arm and finally rests on my neck. I lean back, my f****rtips playing with the hem of my dress.
"We should go outside," I say softly, my voice barely more than a whisper. The warm summer night welcomes us, and I let you lead me. The ground is soft under my feet, but the feeling of your nearness is all that matters. It's as if the world around us has disappeared. Here, under the starry sky, nothing seems impossible.
You look at me, your eyes full of affection and desire, and I know that this moment belongs to us. No words are spoken, but our glances say everything. I close my eyes, lean against you, let go. It's not a wild, unrestrained desire – it's more intense, calmer, as if every moment lasts forever.
more than 3 month ago
Dainiris writes a new entry in the diary
Today I had a close encounter of the third kind
It was a rainy Wednesday, and I was sitting alone at my favorite table in the small café on the corner. The windowpanes were fogged up, the world outside blurred into gray dots. In my notebook, I scribbled words that made no sense until a sudden movement at the edge of my field of vision caught my attention.
He was there.
I had seen him here before. Always the same table, always the same black coat that shimmered slightly damp as if he had deliberately enjoyed the rain. But today was different. Today, his gaze met mine – deep, unfathomable, and so intense that I felt breathless.
He smiled. A quiet, mischievous smile that promised more than it revealed.
'Do you like secrets?' he asked suddenly. His voice was quiet, like a whisper in a storm, and yet it hit me directly.
I didn't know what to answer. My hand nervously slid over the rough surface of the table. Before I could say anything, he pulled a small, old-fashioned notebook from the inside pocket of his coat and placed it in front of me. The leather felt cool as I tentatively touched it.
'Open it only when you are ready,' he said before getting up and walking to the door.
The sound of the bell above the door echoed, and then he was gone – vanished, like a shadow.
I stared at the notebook. My f****rs trembled as I read the first sentence, which was written in fine, clear handwriting on the first page: 'Sometimes the darkest secrets are those that lie right before our eyes.'
To be continued ... Continued
