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Oct 15, 2026 09:14 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Like in the book

quote Outside, it's long been dark. Wrapped in a blanket, she sits there and reads her book. The words draw her deeper into the story until the lines blur and she's suddenly right in the middle of it.
She stands on the edge of the road as a car stops. He gets out and their eyes meet. She immediately recognizes him. That calm smile, that gaze that lingers on her for a moment longer. And just like that, that inexplicable flutter is back.
Then the scene changes.
Warm light, muted music, and the soft clinking of glasses. She sits with him in a bar. They know each other better by now, but there's still that spark between them that grows a little stronger with every encounter.
His arm brushes against hers. As he leans in towards her, she feels his breath on her ear. She turns her head and suddenly they're dangerously close. His gaze drifts to her lips before he looks back into her eyes. That small, knowing smile almost drives her crazy.
His hand rests on her waist. She feels the warmth of his f****rs through the fabric, moves closer, and lets her hand rest in the back of his neck. For a moment, they simply hold each other's gaze.
Then there's no hesitation anymore.
His lips meet hers. At first, gentle, then full of longing. She pulls him closer as his hand glides over her back. The music around them fades into insignificance. There's only this closeness, the warmth of his skin, and the feeling that all the unspoken desires finally find their way.
One kiss follows another. Her f****rs get tangled in his hair, his smile grazes her lips before he kisses her again. She loses all sense of time. Of what's happening outside. Of everything that's not him.
The images become faster, the boundaries between dream and reality blur. His arms around her, their bodies close together, this fire that can't be hidden with a smile anymore. She lets go, surrenders the last bit of control, and enjoys every moment as if there's nothing that could hold her back.
And then…
she opens her eyes.
Her breathing quickens, the blanket has slipped, and the book still lies on her lap. For a moment, she needs to realize where she is.
Then she sets the book aside and smiles.
Who would have thought that a few lines could take her so far?
She pulls the blanket around herself again and leans back. The fire in her thoughts hasn't quite gone out yet.
And maybe it doesn't need to.

Oct 12, 2026 07:28 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Cloud dance

quote Dusk brings cooler air with it. Once again, she is drawn to her little place of comfort. She looks up at the sky, where the clouds overlap in countless shades of gray. Slowly, they change their shapes, dissolve, and reassemble.

She observes the game for a while, until the first images appear between the gray veils.

Two hands, stretching out to each other. Only a few centimeters apart, as if hesitating before finally touching. A little further, lips take shape to form a kissing mouth. Fleeting figures that appear and disappear again as soon as she thinks she has recognized them.

Her thoughts begin to play along. Random forms turn into small stories. And then...

There it is.

Slowly, it emerges from the clouds. At first, just a shadow, then the familiar contours. Those eyes. And that smile, which she immediately recognizes, even if it might only be a product of her imagination.

For a moment, she holds her breath.

Suddenly, the images are not just in the sky. They are back in her thoughts. Memories of those moments when everything around her had disappeared. When there was only the two of them.

His arms around her. Their bodies wrapped tightly around each other. Warmth that mixed with this unbridled crackling that had grown stronger and stronger between them. It was as if they had moved in their own universe, far from everything that normally held them back.

A wild, blazing dance of two people who had forgotten, for a moment, to hold back. Who had stopped thinking about every step and let themselves go. Closer and closer, deeper and deeper into this feeling, until the ground beneath their feet no longer mattered.

They were no longer here.

They had taken off.

And now, as dusk slowly darkens, she believes she can find this feeling again. Not completely. Just a hint of it. Enough to rekindle the longing.

She searches for his gaze between the clouds, but the figure begins to dissolve again.

The smile remains the longest.

Then it too disappears.

She continues to look at the sky and wonders if her thoughts are just showing her what she longs for.

Or if some encounters leave traces even when everything has become quiet again.

Oct 10, 2026 12:49 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Warm echoes

quote The cool air settles on her glowing cheeks. Yet, beneath her skin, that warmth still lingers. The echo of her dream has settled, roaming her thoughts and awakening feelings that aren't as gone as she'd like to believe.
She remembers his lips. The gentle caress before they touched her skin. That brief pause, where she already knew she'd lose herself again. How his kisses slowly wandered down her neck, sending shivers down her shoulders. How she slightly tilted her head, almost unconsciously, as if to show him more of herself.
And then his hands.
Warm on her skin. Calm, secure, as if they had all the time in the world. She recalls how his touches made her pause again and again, how her breathing grew shallower and that familiar ache spread deep within her abdomen. The moment she leaned in closer to him, without thinking. As if every small movement was an answer to something neither of them had to say.
For a moment, she still believes she can feel his breath on her neck. Almost, she thinks his hand is on her skin again. She remains perfectly still, as if she could prevent the memory from fading.
But there's only the wind.
Cool, it sweeps across her cheeks, while inside her, something else resonates. And perhaps it's this contrast that makes everything so intense. The fresh air on her skin and the warmth of a closeness that made her forget, for a few precious moments, where the dream ended and reality began.
She opens her eyes, but her thoughts remain there.
By his lips. His hands. In that last moment, she wished time would simply stand still.
And then there's this question that won't let her go.
Whether someone out there is feeling the same. Whether an echo lives on under someone's skin, even though a new day has begun.
Perhaps someone sits by the window, feels the cool wind on their cheeks, and smiles at the thought of a closeness that still lingers.
Maybe this echo isn't just hers.
And maybe someone is thinking of her, without knowing she's wondering if he feels it too.

Oct 08, 2026 07:58 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Fascination

quote It's this memory that brings her back again and again.
Not even the whole dream does she remember. Just individual moments that have gotten stuck somewhere inside her.
His voice.
That look.
And the touch on her cheek, which feels much warmer in her memory than it should.
She remembers how close he was. His breath that grazed her skin, and that brief pause before his hand touched her.
It was just a moment.
And yet, it left something in her.
Sometimes she closes her eyes and is back there. She feels that gentle tug in her stomach, that tingling that suddenly appeared back then. As if her body had understood faster than her head that this stranger wouldn't remain indifferent to her.
She remembers his eyes most clearly.
How she got lost in his gaze and for a moment forgot that she didn't know him at all.
Maybe that was exactly what fascinated her.
That she knew nothing about him and yet immediately felt this.
This closeness.
This tension.
This soft what if... that has been p**ping up again and again ever since.
And every time she thinks about it, her mind starts writing the story a little further.

Oct 07, 2026 02:30 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Inner warmth

quote The sun lies warm on her face as she sits with closed eyes on her bench.
She listens.
But what she hears doesn't come from outside. It comes from within herself.
This voice. This soft echo of words that were said long ago and yet still resonate somewhere inside her. Almost like a memory that gently wraps around her.
Her hand glides over the armrest of the bench.
Very slowly.
And as her f****rtips brush against the armrest, something within her shifts. A feeling that's initially barely perceptible and then gradually spreads.
Warmth.
A fine tingling sensation runs over her skin, accompanied by a smile that appears of its own accord.
She takes a deep breath.
For a moment, she simply sits there and allows this feeling to be.
This quiet happiness that doesn't need to be explained. That doesn't need to be loud to warm her from the inside out.
Perhaps it's sometimes just small things that make something within us shine.
A few words.
A memory.
A feeling that's suddenly back.
And perhaps that's enough to make an ordinary moment truly special for an instant.

Oct 06, 2026 10:48 am Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Fleeting?

quote This fleeting moment, in which this one thought had made everything in her tremble, was long gone.
The dream images were fading. The room slowly filled with the light of the sun and sucked up the last shadows of the night piece by piece.
Not yet.
That's what she wanted to say.
Not yet. She wasn't ready to face reality yet. Not now, when she thought she could still feel this feeling on her skin.
Because it hadn't been a fleeting moment.
It had been a glowing moment.
One that had ignited something in her. At first just a small spark, then a whole flood of warmth and fire that had filled her and taken her mind for a moment.
She didn't want to lose this feeling.
Not the closeness. Not the crackle. Not this indescribable pull that still echoed deep within her somewhere.
Maybe that was the reason why she closed her eyes again.
Just for a moment.
To feel the fire again before the day took it away for good.
And if she was honest …
she would never want to miss it.

Oct 04, 2026 11:37 am Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Silent dream

quote In the silence of the day, there are infinitely many moments that stir thoughts.
A glance, a movement, a shadow in the right light – and images start swirling.
Some last only for a heartbeat, while others feel like they want to gently settle under her skin.
Perhaps she simply can't decide which image is allowed to stay.
Or which one she'd secretly like to examine longer.
Maybe she should look away. Not linger too long. She knows this effect. Knows how quickly a harmless thought can turn into this warm pulling sensation that starts deep within her and slowly wanders.
But does she really want to look away?
Of course not.
Because that's exactly where her small world begins. Where a glance can last longer, proximity suddenly becomes palpable, and a touch lingers in her imagination far longer than it might in reality.
A hand on her hip. Warmth close by. A breath that grazes her skin and leaves this fine tingling.
Just images.
And yet, for a moment, it feels almost real.
This world knows no boundaries. Here, even the impossible can suddenly seem close.
So, eventually, she closes her eyes.
Not to get rid of the images.
But to be closer to them.
She lets herself fall into the warmth of her thoughts, into this soft crackling between imagination and feeling.
And while everything around her remains still, a story begins within her, one whose ending she doesn't yet know …

Oct 03, 2026 02:50 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Dream conjuration

quote She looks out of her window again.
The morning lies calmly over the world, but in her head the night is far from over.
She lets the words glide through her thoughts again. Very slowly. And with each sentence the dream comes alive again.
She almost feels his hands on her hips. Warm, calm, familiar. The mere thought makes that gentle pull in her stomach return.
His body very close.
His breath on her skin.
And that tiny moment before closeness becomes touch.
She closes her eyes and lets herself fall back into it.
Into that crackle between them. Into his gaze that holds her. Into her own reaction to it, which she can no longer hide.
Her breathing becomes more restless.
A fine goosebumps runs over her skin while she imagines how his hands lie a little firmer on her hips. Not demanding. Just close enough to remind her how much she wants this closeness right now.
She opens her eyes again.
Outside, the sun seems to shine brighter now.
But a part of her is still in that dream.
And maybe that's why she lets it run a little further.
Only in her head.
Only for herself.
Because some thoughts feel much too good to let go of them right away.

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.