Curious little #crossdresser exploring life in heels and fabric. Sharing my thoughts, my vibes, and the naughty bits that show up after midnight #cd#tv 💋💅
I was honestly looking forward to the party in Berlin, so it’s a bit of a shame for me that it’s on Sunday night May 24th, as I’ll only be arriving in Berlin the following week, which makes it even more unfortunate for me.
If it’s possible to reschedule it to the following week, maybe Saturday, May 30th, I’m sure it would be even better, and I would definitely be there. I’d really love the chance to join! 🙏
The reason I actually love flying back from Schiphol Airport?
Because everything here just feels dangerously smooth.
You can show up 5 hours early and still move through check in like you own the place. No stress, no chaos, just a system that works perfectly. The staff are genuinely friendly, the airport is big, clean, and somehow… never overwhelming. No long queues at security, no waiting around at passport control, everything just flows exactly the way it should.
But let’s not pretend that’s the only reason I don’t mind being here a little longer than necessary.
There’s just something about the energy in this place… and maybe, more specifically, the Dutch guys walking around like they own it. Tall, confident, effortless.
The kind of presence that doesn’t need to try too hard. The kind that looks at you once and suddenly you forget what gate you’re supposed to go to.
I’ve heard people say they’re stingy. Maybe 🤭.
But honestly? I’m not here for their wallet 😉.
I’m here for that moment when eye contact lasts a little too long.
For the kind of smile that feels like a promise you shouldn’t trust… but want to anyway.
For the tension that builds in silence: slow, subtle, but impossible to ignore.
By the time you reach your gate, you’re not even thinking about your flight anymore… just wondering what could’ve happened if you stayed a little longer.
So yeah, Schiphol Airport is efficient, clean, perfectly organized…
…but let’s be honest, that’s not the only reason I keep coming back 😏
Day X of hotel breakfast and I’m already missing real spice. How do people eat this every day? 😴
Hey my future husband, don't worry, darling, I promise our mornings will involve way less salt and way more of my signature Asian dishes 🤤.
Count your blessings! 😉 #TravelLife #FutureWife
Soft lips 💋 that know how to listen,
smooth skin that loves to be touched 🤗,
and knees that somehow always find the floor 😈.
What more could you possibly want?
Here is another my sex-love story and it just happened last night 😉
"Weisswurst in Hamburg"
I almost didn’t meet him.
And somehow… it turned into one of the most unforgettable nights I’ve ever had.
We started talking on Romeo on a Sunday night.
I was in Berlin. He was in Hamburg.
He told me he would try to meet me quickly on Monday after I arrived because he had to catch a train home at 5.30 pm.
So the timing was tight.
Unfortunately, my train to Hamburg got delayed.
By the time I arrived at my hotel it was already around 2 pm.
I rushed to shower, get ready, and texted him that he could come around 3.30 pm.
He said he would let me know if he could make it.
That was the last message.
5 pm came.
No message.
No update.
So I assumed he had already left the city.
And honestly… I felt a little sad. When I first saw his pictures I had been really excited about meeting him.
But I was already showered, dressed, and in that “ready for the night” mood.
And when you’re already feeling good… you don’t want to waste that energy.
So I tried to find someone else.
After a while I arranged to meet another guy at 6 pm.
And guess what happened.
That guy never showed up.
Just… vanished.
So now I had officially been stood up twice in one evening.
At that point I was lying on my hotel bed, scrolling through Romeo again and wondering if the night was just cursed.
Then around 7.30 pm something surprising appeared on my screen.
Him.
Online.
Only 11 km away.
I stared at the screen for a second.
Then I texted:
“Are you still in the city?”
He replied:
“Yes.”
Then added something that changed the whole night.
“If you want… I can be there in about 25 minutes.”
Of course I said yes.
He arrived at my hotel around 8.20 pm.
And the moment I opened the door…
I knew this night was going to be different.
He looked even better in person.
You know those rare situations where someone is actually more attractive than their photos?
This was one of them.
The face.
The body.
The confidence.
And that calm, slightly dominant energy that fills a room the moment someone walks in.
Before meeting I had been a little nervous.
But that feeling disappeared almost instantly.
What followed was… intense.
The kind of night where time starts behaving strangely.
Minutes stretch longer.
Hours disappear faster.
The room slowly filled warmth… and that electric tension that builds when two strangers suddenly realize their chemistry is dangerously good.
After about 20 minutes he finished in my mouth 💦. I honestly didn’t expect it, but it was warm, juicy, and surprisingly nice 🤤
For a moment I thought the night was over.
So I went to the bathroom.
But when I came back…
He was still there.
Still in bed.
It was still hard and big 🍆.
And very clearly not ready to leave yet.
Half of me felt excited.
The other half wondered if I had enough energy left to keep up with him.
But honestly…
How could anyone resist an invitation like that? 😙
So the night continued.
He kept checking his phone sometimes because he didn’t want to miss the last train back to his city again.
But every time it felt like we might stop… somehow we didn’t.
The hours kept slipping away.
The deeper he went, the harder and stronger it grew 🍆.
And at some point the intensity became almost overwhelming.
The kind of moment where half of you wants it to slow down…
…and the other half secretly hopes it never will.
Pleasure.
Exhaustion.
Excitement.
Surrender.
All tangled together in a way that’s hard to explain.
Eventually he really had to leave around 10 pm.
And when the door finally closed behind him…
I realized I was feeling two completely opposite emotions at the same time.
Relief.
And a quiet, unexpected sadness.
All because of a meeting that almost never happened.
Still…
Somehow, in the middle of delays, missed plans, and pure coincidence… it turned into one of the most unforgettable nights I’ve ever had 🥰💞
Soaking in the jacuzzi, surrounded by nature’s quiet rhythm 🌿
A glass of wine in hand 🍷
The Fate of Ophelia playing softly in the background 🎶
Letting go of drama, recharging my energy, purifying soul and body 😇
They say Spanish bulls don’t fancy black-haired troublemakers like me💅💋. But honestly? I wouldn’t mind taking my chances and teasing the bull’s tail myself 😈. See you next trip 😘💕
⚘⚘⚘Dreaming of a rich husband but here I am flying economy on the cheapest airline. My chances are literally negative 🙄✈️💸 Cupid can't event find me 💔⚘⚘⚘
Just kidding a bit. Actually this airline is quite satisfying. Good service, friendly staff, and the seat and food in economy class are pretty much the same for me across all airlines, unless you fly business class where the differences really show. So don’t expect too much. Transit in Guangzhou Airport was spacious and clean. And the best part was I only paid ~590 USD for a round-trip ticket from my city SGN to AMS, while other airlines were over 1,000 USD.
I only dislike their cancellation and rescheduling terms, the cancellation fee is almost half the ticket price. But I still highly recommend them. When it comes to service, nowhere beats Asia 🥳. Even if you’re rich, you don’t need to waste money on more expensive airlines.
I used to be hesitant and had some prejudice against Chinese airlines, but after trying them, I actually started to like them. The important thing is the price, perfect for a poor traveler like me who loves to travel.
Another reason: I sometimes feel a bit discriminated against when flying some airlines like Emirates or Air France, just because I’m Asian. Especially at Dubai Airport 😱.
At the end of the day, it’s just me and the night again. I’ve been alone for so long that the darkness started feeling cozy. But maybe one day, someone will show up and make the darkness jealous. 😌🌙✨
🍂 Fall Escape 2025 🍂
Amsterdam 🎃➡️ Berlin 🖤
📅 Oct 31 – Nov 4: 🕸️ Amsterdam → dance with demons at Radion, vanish into Wasteland.
📅 Nov 5 – 9: 🩸 Berlin → surrender to the void, no dawn, no end.
#Halloween2025#Amsterdam#Berlin#Clubbing#Wasteland#DarkRave
Reality of dating with some guys:
⚘⚘⚘ 1st time: He was obsessed with me.
⚘⚘⚘ 2nd time: Let’s slow things down.
⚘⚘⚘ 3rd time: There was no 3rd time 😄
But it's fine, guess I’m just too limited edition...Besides, I prefer fresh meats 🍆 & enjoy tasting new flavors 💋💦😈
***Men only have two personalities: one before the release 💦, and one after💦.
Before - warm, eager, full of passion 🔥. After - cold, distant, detached ❄.
So girls, don’t fall too easily. Never love anyone more than yourself.
Easy come, easy go. Let what’s not meant for you pass.
Cherish your beauty and your youth, don’t waste it on someone who can’t even see your worth 💅✨
Go ahead, play with fire, burn with passion, but stay smart and proud.
You’re most beautiful when you don’t belong to anyone but yourself 💋👸***