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+4I'm Sarah Isizzu, I'm 23 💃🏼🌈 Born as a boy, but then I realized my true identity as a girl 🌺💁🏼♀️ I began my transition at the age of 15, embracing my femininity by wearing beautiful clothes, makeup, and using hair wigs 💄👗 After going through gender affirmation surgery, I embraced my sexuality and explored new experiences with different partners 🌟💋 It was liberating and exciting, and I found joy in the act of pleasing others.
But as time went on, I discovered a deeper connection with the people I encountered. It wasn't just physical pleasure anymore; I found love and romance in the nights spent together ❤️💫 I realized that my companionship was cherished, and it brought joy to those who sought it.
So now, if anyone desires an unforgettable date, look no further! Just text me, and I'll be all yours for an enchanting evening for $5000 💖🌙 And who knows, I might even consider extending it to a full day for $10,000! 💰💞
Contact me now, and let the magic begin ✨💌
At GES-2 we visited the exhibition “Sunset of One Hundred and Forty Suns”
I prefer classics, but I liked this interpretation of modern art!
Before the exhibition, you can take a booklet where the idea of the painting will be briefly written, this is a big plus.
Of course, I picked up a few artists who caught my attention. If you are not into the old school, want to diversify your leisure time and get inspired, I recommend it!
+1When I was flying to visit a client in Cyprus, I started drinking chamomile tea in the evening for company, then it began to help me with gastritis pain, now I drink chamomile every day - it has become my evening ritual 🫖💛
This is the most delicious chamomile tea, I bought it at a pharmacy in Vienna, I hope my friend will fly from Vienna soon and bring me more of it 🥹🤍
📖I’m currently finishing the book “Journey of the Soul” by Michael Newton.
After reading the information, of course, such cases are perceived as very significant)
Sex should be an investment and I finally see the power of owning and investing in one's body. There's power in knowing how to please and love yourself because it teaches you how to be pleased and loved by others. 💪❤️🔥
It's amazing what the human body can achieve and teach you when you refuse to limit your mind and allow it to become one with the rest of you. I no longer allow myself or others to blame anything on my transness nor do I view it as something that limits me. 🙌🏽🧠🚫
My transition taught me the value in reaching for my truth. It also showed me that investing in self-confidence is paramount to exploring all the nuances of pleasure that exist within me. It's taught me lessons beyond sex and has made me aware of the transformative power we possess when mind, body, and spirit are in tune. It's kept me grounded in joy and pleasure regardless of limits placed on me and my community by those who choose to portray us as lost and broken. 💪🌈🌟
And I see now that those who view us as weak are merely observing a projection of themselves, and although they may have power over media they will never have power over the body I've invested in, nor the pleasure I now allow myself to receive. 🙅♀️💪🙌🔥
😳 Could it have been from my orgasm? No one ever spoke to me about orgasms or self-lubricating post-surgery. Self-lubrication was not something I ever expected to experience in my lifetime. My confusion and curiosity led to a second attempt at achieving orgasm -- this time with the lights on.
🌈😍 Once again my orgasm began to rise and gave way to the tide that rose in me moments before. Much to my delight, a beautiful translucent fluid began to flow from me and down onto the sheets as I came. This was beyond any expectations I had and I was now full of hope and excitement for what my sex life could become.
💪🌹 But the road to rediscovering my body and how it related to sex and pleasure wasn't always rainbows and orgasms.
⛓️🔒 After settling into the idea that receiving pleasure was even an option, I had to then realize there was a huge difference between pleasing myself and being pleased by others. I was also so set in my submissive ways that I didn't realize I had conditioned myself not to be pleased by others at all, let alone expect it. I began by exploring with lovers I had been with in the past who were eager to show me how they could please me post-op.
Soon I learned that wanting to please didn't mean they were any good at it, and one thing I never took into account was how it would affect me when they weren't. 😔💔 I went through a phase of blaming myself for every bad sexual experience I had. I told myself it was my fault because my vagina wasn't the same as others. I was once again using my transness to validate insecurities instead of allowing myself to explore and seek solutions.
Blaming things on your transness is a self-fulfilling prophecy: you decide "it is what it is" and settle into a false but inevitable demise. But I hadn't come this far to give up now, and I was determined to break through my pessimism, even if it meant kissing a lot of frogs before doing so, or in this case, being eaten out by them. 😅🐸🍆
One of my first experiences receiving oral sex post-op was a nightmare. It was painful and lasted way too long. I was confused as to why it wasn't the same as when I masturbated. At this point I had mastered inner and outer orgasms on my own and assumed it would be just as easy with lovers. I was finally comfortable enough with my body to let go and allow myself to receive pleasure but I soon realized that when a lover tries to please you without actually paying attention to what does or does not bring you pleasure, it just doesn't work. 🙅♀️🙇♂️❌
I also realized that for the first time, my body was now directly connected to my mind and if I wasn't fully present or invested in a sexual encounter, neither was my vagina. 😮🧠💭
It wasn't until I met a lover who was extremely attentive to what turned me on that I began to realize the power of being mentally invested. We were friends before lovers and there was a level of comfort between us that I'd never experienced with other partners. 💑🌟🔥
We talked openly about pleasure and explored each others' bodies, learning what worked and what didn't. My mind and body were finally in synch and I began to expand and even lubricate during peaks of penetrative pleasure. We listened and learned from one another, allowing for a reciprocal exchange of energy and pleasure to flow between us, and I was even able to give into my submissive nature while receiving all that I was giving in return. 😌💦🌈
It's a shame our connection didn't last, but it taught me a lesson outside of sex, that love is not a beast you can tame like an orgasm. 🗝️💔🚫
I've since become way more in tune with my sex and sexuality and the power my body has over itself and others. I'm now more invested in my sexual experiences and the partners I choose to allow into my life and body. There was a time when I longed to see myself through someone else and based my womanhood on the amount of desire in their eyes, but I'm no longer interested in external validation or unfulfilling sexual encounters. 🌟💃🏼✨
Hey there!
Just wanted to share a powerful story.
It's about me, who thought she was leaving pleasure behind, but her post-op experiences shook my mind and body. 🌈💪
The journey of transitioning is not an easy one, but it's only a small part of the incredible trans experience. Like any period of growth, it can be confusing, lonely, and even depressing. But it's time we move beyond the simple before-and-after stories that mainstream media often focuses on.
Let's break free from the fear of embracing the beauty of sex after transitioning! 👩❤️💋👨 We deserve to be desired and celebrated for who we truly are. Yes, there may be those who try to marginalize or invalidate us, but it's important to remember that we are worthy of love, respect, and fulfillment. 🌟💖
Don't let anyone define your identity or limit your potential. Rise above the sadness and negativity. Embrace your true self, your desires, and the joy that awaits you. 🌈✨
Remember, it's okay to set boundaries and take your time to feel comfortable and let go with others. But also remember that you deserve pleasure and the freedom to be fully naked and confident in your own skin. 🙌💃
🌟💫✨ I never fully embraced the idea of receiving pleasure. I focused solely on this submissive need to please, which may have been innate, but was further fed by my insecurity. I wasn't able to let go and fully connect with partners, and therefore there was a limit to my love.
✨😌 Making the decision to undergo confirmation surgery felt like I was standing on the edge of a building, wondering whether or not I should jump. I knew once I made the decision and let that morphine lull me to sleep, there would be no turning back and I had to accept whatever the consequences may be. I chose a surgeon in Thailand because he came highly recommended -- and his services included a month of supervised recovery.
💪💖 During my consultation, we spoke about my sexual goals and whether I cared more about penetration or clitoral sensation. This would determine where he would focus the redistribution of tissue and nerve endings. I answered that both were a priority for me, but there was always a voice inside telling me to forget pleasure and simply hope to get beyond the pain. I weighed all the options and decided I was willing to take the risks. And so I creeped toward the edge of that building, looked down at the street beneath, jumped, and never looked back.
🛌🌙 I was bedridden for a month. I stayed in a hotel affiliated with the surgery center and nurses came to check in on a daily basis. They assured me I was healing when I thought I was ruined and helped me face my fear of vaginal dilation, the process of maintaining neo vaginal depth and width. An integral part of post-operative care that while painful at first eventually became somewhat of a pleasure.
💫💞 One night, in the dark chill of my air-conditioned room, I began my dilation routine. Holding the dilator inside me, I decided to explore rather than simply hold it in place as suggested. My fear of injury began to subside and my movements slowly began to accelerate. I could feel myself pushing at a point of pleasure deep within and what was once a routine requirement became a beautiful moment of self-pleasure.
🌊🌌 To my surprise, a quavering wave of ecstasy began rising within me -- a feeling I'd never experienced before. Orgasms used to be urgent and violent but this was a rising tide that plateaued and rose higher each time it resurfaced, repeating itself. The moment of release instead became a drawn-out sensation that gave way to an explosive inner orgasm.
😱😮 I was in shock.
💦💫 As I began to catch my breath and wrap my head around what had occurred, my delight turned to terror when I realized my bed sheets were soaking wet. Fearful I had torn something and was bleeding, I snapped out of my state of bliss, reached for the nightstand, switched on the light, and pulled back the comforter to investigate. There was no blood, but the sheets were indeed wet, and so was I.
