Ebony - June, 2007 Hedonism II & Hedonism III

Happy reading!
 
I am a Married Bi-Sexual Woman who traveled Solo to both Hedonism Resorts; this Trip Report may disappoint some. Let's be honest... Many will be disappointed.
 
There will be NO mention of names nor descriptions of sexual activity.
 
If that is what you are seeking, please do not continue reading this.
 
Really. You will be wasting your time.
 
Why?
 
Well, I ended up hanging out with people who were traveling solo, like myself, as well as people from a few groups.
 
We have all kept in contact with each other, and I truly consider them friends.
 
I am not at liberty to discuss certain things, because it will 'OUT' people whose privacy I respect.
 
Additionally, since several of the aforementioned people and I plan on getting together soon, I refuse to 'Kiss and Tell'.
 
We are all adults here, and I hope that you understand.
 
If not.
 
C'est la vie.
 
I now follow the doctrine of 'What Happens Here, Stays Here'.
 
So… Before you continue, know that I experienced EVERYTHING I sought. EVERY FANTASY WAS REALIZED AND MORE!
 
There were no disappointments or regrets. Well, there was one, and I am still working on it. ;-)
 
For those of you who have already experienced Hedo, you know that the days seem to blur together.
 
Everything here did happen. The order of said events is questionable.
 
Enjoy
 
Hedonism III
 
Day 1:
 
After a wonderful flight via AJ, I arrived in Montego Bay. I do recommend their First Class. Made it through Customs / Immigration without delay. On to the SuperClubs waiting room. Clean. Not as hospitable as I would have liked. There was a 30-minute wait for the shuttle. No way in hell I was going to waste one more moment. A taxi was arranged. I informed the driver to get me to H3 as fast as possible. Within no time, we were at the resort. I still have his card should you need a taxi.
 
Checked in with no delay. Made it to my Pool Front room, and opened the back door. I could not help but smile. Sunshine, music, pool. What took me so long to book this damned trip?
 
Saw a person that I have been communicating with, via the Hedo boards. We greeted one another like life-long friends.
 
Hey! I'm overdressed.
 
Must rid myself of these clothes.
 
Heading to my room, I notice the coveted towels. Due to the towel shortage postings on the boards, I gathered what must have been 10 towels, and head to my room. People are laughing at me, for they know where the need to hoard has come from.
 
What the hell?!!? I find myself locked out! Again, due to security postings on the boards, I locked the front door, and exited the rear, only to find that I was unable to access the room.
 
After an hour or so of waiting for an Engineer, one of the guests helps me access my room.
 
Oh! You have to place the card in there and remove it SLOWLY.
 
What would I have done without them?
 
Had to make a quick change, yes, into a bathing suit.
 
Met my friend at the Quad bar, and proceeded to become acquainted with the rest of the gang.
 
One sexy ass man caught my eye, however, it was only day one. Had to slow my role.
 
It was seriously like a reunion, of sorts. A couple of people knew me from the boards, and were kind enough to be as excited about my arrival as I was. It was crazy putting faces to the various posts and emails. You should really try to communicate with people on the boards.
 
It worked out well for me. ;-)
 
Had my first and last taste of the ever-popular Dirty Banana. Yuck is all I can say about this drink. Moved on to the Miami Vice (with a shot of rum), which was my drink of choice for the next ten days.
 
After a bit of liquid confidence, ya'll know what I am referring to, I convince my friend to accompany me to the Nude side (She really did not need much convincing, but I am trying to make her appear innocent).
 
Short walk, and we were in the midst of all that is Hedo.
 
Stripped, got in the water, and head directly to the bar.
 
Vodka Ting please.
 
Some others from the Quad made their way to the Nude side, and we continued drinking and chatting.
 
Oh my! A man actually walked up behind me, and proceeded to jack himself off with my feet! Yes, with MY FEET!
 
I am not prudish, however, I do prefer a greeting prior to pedi-molestation.
 
I have to pretend that I am the girlfriend of a married couple in order to get rid of him! Well, actually, a stern look from the male portion of the couple finally got the violator to leave me the heck alone.
 
A few more drinks and conversation, then we depart to begin preparing for dinner.
 
Don't really remember much about dinner. Hell, we ate, we drank, and we left.
 
Theme night was Pimp and Ho. Not really interested. Plus, I could not find my beautiful Canadian 'Ho' anywhere.
 
Sexually charged and ready to party, to the Nude side we go!
 
Hung out with friends. Moved from the pool to the jacuzzi and back again, depending on the drink and how quickly it hit my system.
 
After a few hours of chat and drinks, I went back to my room for an incredible one on one. ;-) WOW!
 
6:00 AM already?!?! No sleep tonight.
 
What time is breakfast?
 
Day 2:
 
Hey. I am exhausted, but that won't get in my way. After breakfast, at 7:30AM, I head to my room for a bit of sleep. Sleep was not in the cards for me. My phone was ringing and ringing. OK. We'll lay out by the pool and sleep a bit.
 
One of the groups officially arrived this morning to begin their Take Over of the Quad. The host is friendly and enthusiastic.
 
I knew that my trip could only improve from this point. Beautiful Women. Sexy Men. I'm lying. The Men were FINE! Great music. Cool vibes. I was in my element.
 
More people looking for me from the boards. I am told that there is one particular Woman who is asking everyone where I am. Concerned. Is this a good thing? Shit… This is a GREAT thing! ;-) No need to explain.
 
To be honest, one day rolls in to the next.
 
I think that we had a birthday dinner this night (three of us had birthday's this week) in one of the restaurants.
 
The only way to truly know what day it is, is by the theme nights / group events.
 
What I know for sure is that I did participate in Toga Night.
 
My friends helped me prepare, for the store bought toga I had was not sexy enough for Hedo.
 
Let me add here that my friends were the best! I will love them forever!
 
Anyway… Back to the Toga.
 
It overpowered my body.
 
I purchased it online, and did not try it on until toga night. Big mistake. Not as sexy as I wanted to be. My girl was really working her outfit. Yes I was hating. We had to make changes! Even her man helped out! We were drunk and laughing and they were getting frustrated with me because their shit was together. We took scissors to my toga and literally cut and tore it in half. We cut it to where the gold trim is in the front, so my legs could show, and sort of created a train in the back. Next trip I'm designing my own toga!
 
White 6 1/2'" stilettos completed my ensemble.
 
The way they showed off my legs made me feel much better about my toga.
 
People seemed to like my interpretation of the toga. I turned heads. Compliments. Smiles. A few offers. Good enough. My work here is done.
 
Was told that I looked like 'royalty'.
 
A definite compliment, but this is Hedo, not Coming to America!
 
We make our way to the Disco. Too crowded. Too hot. One of the groups has taken over, and they are having a ball! I see one of my friends dancing on the bar. Go Get Em! I've gotta go. I do not like large groups in small places.
 
Nude jacuzzi anyone? No? Not for me either. Had company instead. ;-)
 
Today was pretty much the same as yesterday. Loads of drinks, at the Quad. Nude pool by noon. Lunch. Dinner. Adult interaction until breakfast. ;-) Lovely.
 
Day 3:
 
Not trying to be funny, but it was the same shit, different day, sans the Toga.
 
Another group arrived to begin it's official activities. It's a Lifestyle group. Nice hosts. They are really encouraging me to mingle with their members. Having too much fun with the other group though.
 
After hanging out all day, I planned on going to bed early, however, I was summoned to the Nude side. It was calling me!
 
A group of us decide to attack all of the dressed voyeurs, who think that they can get a free show at the Nude pool.
 
One of the groups hosts got security to remove the prudish onlookers.
 
Discovered that I love the drink Monkey Brains (Brain Hemorrhage at HII). Shots all around! After a few of these, we just start making up drinks, and have the bartender make whatever. Feeling good.
 
Was at the Nude side until daybreak. Security literally had to tell us to be quiet. It was 5 AM. No more drinks. No more music. Security claimed that people were trying to sleep! Who? Where?
 
We were ordered to be quiet. WHATEVER!
 
We watched the sunrise and then head to the Quad jacuzzi.
 
What time is it? Damn. Only 6:30. Are we going to stay up until breakfast? Hell yes! Offers of cunnilingus abound.
 
What is your name again? You want to do what to me? Not interested at the moment. Will hook up with them later if the offer was still good. It is. ;-) Was really satisfied from my previous activity, no need to get into something I was uncertain about. I know you feel me.
 
Day 4:
 
I'm tired, but not willing to miss a single thing. Hoarded a few more towels.
 
There is excitement in the air. The Quad is PACKED by 11:00 AM. The music is pumping, and the drinks are flowing.
 
Sunshine. Laughs. Pool party. Body shots. Rum Cream. Miami Vice (with a shot of rum). Patron. Pear Grey Goose. Communion. Crown Royal. An unknown warm, alcohol mixture that I was told that I must try.
 
Forgive me Father, for I have just experienced my first Quad Take Over - Miami / DC Style!
 
No food, several drinks, and loads of fun later, I entered a bad place.
 
My girl escorted me to my room. It must have been 4:00 PM.
 
Drunk as a skunk, I lay in my bed. Don't know what time my wonderful friends came to check on me, but they came bearing gifts of a salad and cheese plate.
 
Did I mention that I love them? I do. They put the wastebasket by my bed, for they could tell that the alcohol would eventually resurface. They are experienced Hedonites.
 
I decide to take a bath, and eat my dinner in the tub. Not recommended. I became dizzy and had to literally crawl back to my bed.
 
Slept the night away.
 
Day 5
 
This was supposed to be my last day at H3. Not willing to leave, I made arrangements with management to stay an extra day so I could continue
 
partying with my friends.
 
The lobby was infested with angry, displaced guests from one of the groups. Thought that there would be a riot. People were PISSED.
 
After a conference call between management from both resorts, I was approved to stay the extra day, and head straight to my room, away from the anarchy.
 
It's raining. People are still hanging out. Cool. Got high fives from people who obviously had fun with me on Day 4. ;-) I must also add that my phone rang non-stop and that people were literally showing up at my door. What the hell? It wasn't a free for all. My overnight guest has nicknamed me 'Playa' due to the attention. There is also a bottle of champagne, on ice, and a fruit plate in my room.
 
An anonymous gift. Thank you.
 
The day was really a blur. Drinks. Food. Chatting. Quad. Nude. Had great quality time with a special someone. ;-)
 
Day 6
 
Spent time at the Quad pool and in the Piano bar. A little Love Jones and some champagne. Sort of sad, because most people are leaving. Crazy how quickly you bond with like-minded folk. I miss them already. The rain stopped for a moment, and we head back to the Quad for more drinks. Mother Nature was playing tricks. The rain came back, and did not stop.
 
All good. Still hanging out.
 
Laying out in the rain in Jamaica is really relaxing. We listened to music and covered up with towels. Amy Winehouse sang me to sleep. Slept for a bit until the drizzle became a down pour.
 
Ate dinner alone in my room. Needed some chill time. Phone continued to ring. 'My boy wants to talk to you'. 'Do you want to get together later?' You know the routine. Not interested.
 
Plus, I was already turned-out, and not sexually. I'm going to bed.
 
Awakened around 1:00 AM. Had an upsetting telephone conversation. Walk outside to see if my girl is awake. I'm crying like a baby. Someone calls out 'Ebony!' I walk to the voice. They see I'm crying and comfort me. They know what I am going through, because they had a similar issue. They listen and then quickly demand that I change my mindset! LOL
 
A shot of cognac will make me feel better! I have to get out of this mental funk! I'm at Hedo! I finally notice that I am actually at the Quad jacuzzi, and it is busy! I jump right on in! Good times.
 
The activity continued in my room. Better times. ;-)
 
Day 7 – AM
 
Had so much fun the night before, that I decide that I will remain at HIII for the remainder of my trip! LOL
 
One of the groups adopted me, but they were not really my speed.
 
I am attracted to circumcised Men and Women with natural breasts. Enough said.
 
Really emotional. Don't want to part with my new friends, especially one.
 
A few tears later, shit, I boo-hooed, and off several of my new favorite friends went.
 
Damn. I'm sad. I'm not staying here. It won't be the same. I pack up all of my things, and inform the Front Desk that I need a taxi AT ONCE! On to H2.
 
Hedonism II
 
Day 7 - PM:
 
A whole new world. Happy to be back in Negril. I know this place. I have friends here. All is good. Well, at least until I get to the resort.
 
I arrive at the Front Desk by 12:00 PM and there is NO RECORD OF MY RESERVATION. WHAT?!?!
 
I don't freak out, because I KNOW that I will be staying at the resort NO MATTER WHAT. I inform them that I will patiently wait for my Nude Jacuzzi room.
 
I proceed to wander around the resort and run into some old friends. They are just leaving. Damn. I catch up on all of the gossip, and have a few drinks.
 
Room still not ready. What the hell?!?!? Not a great start. I am beginning to regret my decision to come to this resort.
My room is FINALLY ready. Guess what? It was the room my friends were staying in. The left a few gifts for me. HELL YES!
 
I receive a ride to my room, by the Bell Man. The heat. Holy shit. I am perspiring beyond control.
 
Luggage is placed in room, and I head to the beach. I have other, non-board, friends who are there, and could not wait to connect.
 
We share a few drinks and chat, and I head back to my room. I am EXHAUSTED. I go to bed early. Not interested in sexual activity. Really enjoyed H3. Have I said that already? Honestly. No need to participate in anything else.
 
Day 8:
 
One goal today. Jenny's in Negril.
 
Ate breakfast bright and early, and had to wait for a taxi, since Jenny's did not open until 9:00 AM.
 
I am literally counting down the minutes. Must stop to exchange funds. DO NOT TAKE LARGE DENOMINATIONS TO JAMAICA.
 
Finally at the infamous cake and tea spot. How much do I order? OK… Four slices of cake and a bit of 'special' tea. No tea? Cool. Begin eating cake at the restaurant. Continue eating cake on the way back to the resort. I finish a half of a slice of cake by the time I return to the resort.
 
Ran into a Woman who knew my from the boards. Brief chat. We decide to hook up later. ;-)
 
Head to my room, strip, and then to the Nude bar. Miami Vice, my favorite.
 
My friends are scuba diving, so I decide to lay out and wait for them.
 
I fell asleep and awakened to hallucinations.
 
There are other guests in chairs beside me and behind me. I can hear people speaking. One has a heavy New York accent, the other more Southern. Each time they speak, it is like they are repeating themselves. Difficult to explain. I try to will myself to get up, but am unable to do so. I fall back asleep. I awaken again, still unable to move. The prayers begin. Lord, please do not let me die on this beach. I feel like this may be the end. I slightly shift, and begin seeing tracks. No lie. High does not begin to describe my condition. I try to speak. Unable to find my voice. I am literally screaming 'HELP ME', but only in my head. I am looking at my beach neighbors, and I know that my eyes are begging for assistance. The don't understand eye language. After many hours, I am finally able to stumble to my room. I am ****ED UP! Oh, oh! The munchies. I head to the Nude grill for grilled cheese, make that two grilled cheese please. I have the nerve to order a Miami Vice (with a shot of rum) AND a Rum Cream from the bar, and head to my room.
 
I awaken the NEXT MORNING. WOW… Someone up there really loves me.
 
I do not remember eating, but when I awakened, the drinks were still there.
 
Day 9:
 
The resort is pretty dead. Most guests have been relocated by this point, due to the impending resort Take Over.
 
I am ready to go home. I am severely burned from my outdoor romp yesterday. There are bug bites all over my body, and a heat rash has developed.
 
No rest for the weary, I head out to meet friend for breakfast and to shoot the shit.
 
We share some of Jenny's cake. YES! I had more. Everything in moderation.
 
I am feeling pretty good. I need a Spa treatment. I take a taxi to another resort, which I am more familiar, and enjoy a day of Spa treatments.
 
Return to the resort in time for dinner with a few female guests. We head to the Nude jacuzzi after dinner. We are pretty early. It is another half an hour before the bar reopens. No worries. More time to chill.
 
After a GREAT H III experience, this place simply did not compare. I am realizing that I needed a vacation AFTER H III. I am worn the hell out!
 
Not wanting to be a party-pooper, I hang out for a bit more. We stayed at the Nude side for a while, but there was not enough activity.
 
Bored, I head to my room. Sit in my jacuzzi for a bit and enjoy the Caribbean night.
 
I am also realizing that I am pining for a particular person. What the ****!?!?!? I am at HEDO? Must snap out of it! Hmmmm… How?
 
My message light is on, and there are offers from a few guests. How are people able to find my room number? No privacy at this place. Anyway… Not interested. I have my eye on one particular person.
 
There is a knock at my back door. My oh my. Someone has decided to pay me a visit. ;-) Just the person to get my mind right!
 
I am now physically drained.
 
Day 10:
 
Groundhog day. Add one more visitor after lunch. ;-) The last slice of cake is given to a friend.
 
The resort Take Over is in full effect. Guests are PISSED. They are finding out that they are no longer a guest when the are unable to access their rooms! Can you imagine the chaos?
 
Everyone who is not a part of the group is removed from the property.
 
Damn, I am happy that I am leaving today.
 
All in all, I had a GREAT time. I experienced things that I only dreamed of. Fantasies came true, and friendships were made. Wonderful combination.
 
I fell in love on this trip. Yes. You read it correctly.
 
With whom, you ask?
 
Me, of course!
 
I discovered important things about myself and what I want out of my life.
 
My life at home is no longer the same, due to this transformation. This is a delicate subject for me, which I am unable to elaborate. Just send positive thoughts my way!
 
A word to the wise: Make sure that you are comfortable with the skin you are in. If you are not, then get it together before you visit the resort.
 
Read the Trip Report by JANewbies. There is invaluable advice about flip-flops. I had to learn the hard way.
 
If you are traveling with your Spouse, make sure that you both have the same expectations, otherwise, go Solo.
 
Additionally, make sure that you bring Magnums (I'm sayin') ;-) , Dental Dam ;-) and your favorite toys, in case you feel like playing! ;-)
 
Even with all of the rain, and no rain vouchers, sunburn and exhaustion, I am planning a return trip to H3 in the Winter and next Summer, so maybe I will see you there!
 
Ebony