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Marie-Anne (32) from Germany

Gender: female
Age: 32
Zip code: xxxxx
Country: Germany
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quote I am your personal ray of sunshine with a pinch of saltwater in my hair and always ready for the next adventure. My heart beats for freedom and the small great joys of life. If you are looking for someone to share both the silence of nature and the wild night of dancing with, then you have found me!

Profile of Marie-Anne

My Personal Info

Height	159 cm
Weight	58 kg
Ethnicity	Mediterranian
Eye color	brown
Hair color	brown
Hair length	longer
Figure	normal
Body hair	little
Pubic hair	none
Cup size	D
Glasses	no
Tattoos	many
Piercings	several
Marital status	single
Smoking	no

My preferences

What I'm looking for, is

a man

What I would like to experience, is

an escapade
a relationship
a flirt
email sex
an affair
a ONS
an exciting friendship
fetish erotic
B**M
group sex

What turns me on, is

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

More about me

What I can tell about myself

What do others say? That I am empathetic and also sensual... that I might even be too good? :) or should I put in what my preferences are? :)D

What's being said about me

My friends say I'm like a fresh sea breeze: invigorating, a little wild, and definitely refreshing! And those who really know me would whisper to you that I'm the perfect mix of sweet and spicy, someone who can always bring a smile to your face.

My erotic fantasy

We surrender to our gentle touches, discovering each other anew under the starry sky, where only kissing interrupts our whispering words. Or does desire seize us and we start on a completely different level? Something darker? Wilder?

Diary of Marie-Anne

Visit my diary daily to stay up to date with everything I do.

Marie-Anne more than 3 month ago Marie-Anne writes a new entry in the diary

Feelings

quote You should talk much more about your feelings.. openly and honestly😘

Marie-Anne more than 3 month ago Marie-Anne writes a new entry in the diary

Temptation on the beach

quote My dear diary

what can I say?! This time I dreamed of Bella Italia. I just miss the warmth, the sunshine, read on.....

Rome was glowing in the afternoon heat as I led my group through the city. I was used to tourists throwing curious glances at me – but his gaze was different.

He stood apart, tall, attractive, with that impudently confident expression. Pretended not to notice me at all. But every time I turned around, I felt his eyes on me, gliding over my body, undressing me layer by layer. A hot shiver ran down my skin, but I forced myself to be professional.

In the evening, I was drawn to the beach. The sea roared softly, the warm breeze caressed my skin. I walked barefoot through the sand when I noticed a movement. I looked up – and there he was.

He came closer slowly, his steps calm, controlled, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. My heartbeat accelerated.

"You've been watching me all day," I whispered as he remained standing in front of me.

A smile played around his lips. "And now you're alone."

His f****rs brushed over my arm, light as a feather, but the touch burned itself into my skin. I sharply inhaled as he came closer, his breath brushing my cheek.

"Tell me, should I stop?" His voice was a dark promise.

I closed my eyes for a moment, let the heat between us grow. "No," I breathed.

Then I felt his lips on mine – and suddenly there was nothing left but him, the sea and the unbridled desire that raged between us.

What a beautiful vision😍 Bye diary your Maria Anna

Marie-Anne more than 3 month ago Marie-Anne writes a new entry in the diary

My dearest prince

quote Dear diary. And again, I spent a hot night in my dreams, with a handsome prince.

The sun bathes the sky in a warm gold, while the wind gently plays with the waves. My white dress clings to my body, the light cloth I had draped over my shoulders is blown away by the wind. The salty scent of the sea mixes with the heat of the day, and then I see him – my prince on the beach.

His skin is kissed by the sun, his gaze dark and full of secrets. Barefoot, he comes towards me, the water plays around his feet, and in his eyes there is this sparkle that makes me completely forget where I am. As he stands before me, I feel his warmth, his nearness. A light touch on my hip, almost accidental, but his grip lingers a moment too long. My breath catches.

"You are beautiful," he murmurs, as his f****rtips glide over my arm, barely perceptible, but so intense that my whole body reacts. My heart beats faster as his hand wanders down my back, pulling me closer to him. I feel his breath on my neck, his lips almost on my skin – a game of proximity and desire.

The ocean roars, the world around us fades. A shiver runs down my skin, but not because of the wind. I close my eyes, surrender to the moment, feel his warmth, his scent – and know that this night will linger long within me…

Marie-Anne more than 3 month ago Marie-Anne writes a new entry in the diary

A file with my smart al**k cookbook bear friend Part 1

quote Okay. I'm here. In his apartment. With him. And I'm officially at the end of my self-control.
Why? Two words: Creed Aventus.
This scent isn't a harmless note of bergamot and musk – no! It's a weapon, a bottled aphrodisiac, chemical warfare against my mind. I perceive it, and bam – my thoughts turn into a single, wild, lustful fog.
He moves through his apartment, completely relaxed, as if he's unaware of the danger. Rolled-up sleeves, a sly grin, this way of stretching, as if he knows exactly that I'm watching him. And of course, this scent, which lingers in the air like an invisible touch. I can barely keep myself upright.
"Sit down," he says, and his voice has this warm, dark tone that vibrates deep within me. I sit down. Naturally, without hesitating, I almost throw myself onto the couch like a s**k of potatoes.
"Comfortable?" He laughs.
"Very," I murmur, trying not to stare at his neck like a ravenous lunatic. This neck! I swear, if I'm exposed to this scent for much longer, I'll lose self-control and just bite into him.
I hear something sizzling in the kitchen. The smell of garlic, wine, butter – it's almost too much. I stand up, stumble, but I need to distract myself. Maybe I can help, or at least pretend to be a woman with some remaining sanity.
I enter the kitchen, and there he stands – broad-shouldered, casually leaning against the counter, with this crooked smile that tells me he can read every single one of my thoughts.
"What can I do?" I ask, and even to my own ears, my voice sounds slightly breathless.
"Hm," he examines me briefly, and this gaze burns into my skin. "Stir maybe."
Stir. Okay, I can do that. I grab the wooden spoon, lean over the pot – a bit too far. Suddenly, hot steam hits my face, my eyes water, I j**k back and …
Of course. I bump my hand against his glass of red wine. It tilts. And pours out in an elegant pattern onto my blouse.
Silence.
I blink down. He does too. Deep red droplets slide slowly down the fabric, seep in, cling to my skin. The blouse becomes translucent. My breath catches.
"Wow," I mutter, while half-heartedly stroking the wet spot. Naturally, right over my breast. His eyes follow the movement. My heart pounds.
He grins – dangerously, knowingly. "Come here."
I should protest, say something witty, maybe assure him that I can dry myself off. But my feet are already carrying me to him, my body reacts before my brain has even made a decision.

I'm tired now 😝 Maybe more tomorrow.

Marie-Anne more than 3 month ago Marie-Anne writes a new entry in the diary

Just tidied up🤣

quote Dear Diary,

today was a day full of… let's say, ups and downs. It started harmlessly: The coffee was strong, my willpower weak, and my hair a disaster. So, business as usual. But then HE came to the office – let's call him "Mr. Heavenly". Dark hair, his shirt slightly unbuttoned (enough to steal my concentration) and a smile that could make a PowerPoint evening exciting.

I, of course, behaved professionally – or as professionally as you can when, while trying to lean casually against the coffee machine, you accidentally press the rinse button and almost scald yourself. He laughed. I died. But that was just the beginning.

In the afternoon, he asked me for help with a report. My brain: "Say something clever!" My mouth: "Of course! Excel is my… favorite thing!" (Lie. Excel is a demon that lives in spreadsheets.) I sat down next to him, my knee accidentally touching his. The air smelled of printer paper, coffee and… a hint of perfume that is definitely too expensive for our salary class.

We worked concentrated – well, he worked. I stared at his jawline and wondered if I could ever draw such a straight line in my life. Suddenly, without warning, he leaned over to show me something on my screen, and his breath was so close to my ear that I thought for a second I had an electric shock. Dear Diary, I swear my heart did a double somersault.

Then it happened. He leaned back, grinned that mischievous grin and said, "You have… some ink on your cheek."

Me: "Oh! Haha… um… where exactly?"

Him, with a look that melted me inside: "Here, let me."

And then – heaven help me – he wiped my cheek with his thumb. I think I stopped breathing.

Now I'm sitting here, writing this entry and trying not to paint too many heart emojis on the margin. But honestly, dear diary: tomorrow I will definitely buy a new perfume. Maybe a little courage too.

Good night,
Your slightly confused, but highly motivated romantic.

Marie-Anne more than 3 month ago Marie-Anne writes a new entry in the diary

Happy 2025

quote What do I wish for the new year? LOVE lots of sex.... and good q**lity time :) IT'S TIME that we finally give each other good things :) so I wish everyone a happy New Year and a beautiful year... may we have crossing paths and even more :D .

Marie-Anne more than 3 month ago Marie-Anne publishes a new gallery with 11 pictures