Pre Hedo
47 year old female, searching for a vacation. Looking for sunshine, looking for........
I registered on Denny Ps site. The next day it began, receipt of emails from people; single: male and female, couples....... I continued to "research" and, dropped in on "Travel Babe.com". Through their site, I was introduced to the lifestyles people who would share Hedo II with me. The Lifestyle Annual week coupled with the Miss Michigan Exotic Dance Contest... add the Glamour Fashion Show... omgd..... I always wondered about "Bi" and now I was curious about "tri". It was my virgin trip to Hedo and I would be, swinging, dancing or modeling........
Then Mikey found me. He emailed me. He told me he was psyched for my trip, he called me, he counseled me, he cautioned me and, he befriended me. My friend, Mikey, he is delightful; he is funny; and he is smart. He is the "Mayor of March" at Hedo II during the week of March 18th.
I shopped and I shopped and I shopped. I knew the cardinal rule: pack, take out and pack again and take out another 1/2. However, did I listen? absolutement - not!
As October approached so did Hurricane Ivan. I couldnt believe it! I had finally planned a vacation and who would suspect that a hurricane might wipe out Jamaica. I had already decided that if Hedo II was open there was no decision, there was no question - I was going.
Day 1
I left for the airport with anticipation and butterflies in my stomach; uneventful flight. I heard people at Hedo II were friendly, the people sitting with me on this flight were not. Arrival in Montego Bay: I followed Chucks instructions (thank you) which lead me right into the Superclubs Lounge. Only in Jamaica you will see a sign at customs which read "People with Nothing to Declare". After asking for a drink, I was led outside by a Superclub rep to buy a diet Pepsi. I remember remarking that there were so many men outside/inside the airport whereas in Toronto the male/female employee ratios were proportionate. In response the Superclubs rep says: "these men dont work here, they are stalkers". And so, it began. Arrived at Hedo II, the woman and I on the bus. "Michael" welcomed me "home" and I entered my new home for the next 8 days. Upgrade re: ROH from Prude to Nude. Went to the room, put on a bathing suit and remembered Mikeys suggestion - Prude pool first to aclimatize. With a dirty banana in hand, I was off. Prepared for dinner..... My first night alone.....I showered and was accompanied by all the jets. Cold water (because I didnt turn the knob) and I remember thinking, "its all good". While eating dinner, a guy approached me and asked if I was Canadian. I remembered his emails. I was invited to his table for dinner and my journey at Hedo II began. It was then that I met Swansea Slut, Leather Heather and her man, Casper. Thank you "R". I remember informing of my goal to go to the hot tub before I left Hedo II. I was at the hot tub after the show that night. Through Travelbabes.com I was introduced to the lifestyle. Through the hot tub, I was exposed to the lifestyle. As a newbie, what could I say, in the Hedo spirit, I cannot lie. I was so grateful that it was night rather day.
Day 2, Day 3, Day 4
The days blended into each other. New friends and my new soul sisters. And my friendly ghost. You know who you are. So much laughter, so much energy, so much spirit. It was so contagious and I caught it. From pj nites to the toga party, to getting stuck in the bridge. To falling into the damn prude pool at Paulettes bar. I remember easing myself gently down on to the step which was really a ledge. So beautiful I appeared, as I plunged under water like a sunken submarine wearing a Hedonism II bandanna on my head. It was my second day. I could see the headline: "Woman dies in prude pool at Hedo II". How embarrassing, it could have at least been on the nude side. Then Casper wiped out on the steps, then Leather Heather and the finale, my Puerto Rican friend, who slid on the last stair and saved his cigarettes from the water as he assumed a position of the Statue of Liberty. What a blast. Thank g-d no one was hurt. If I can offer a suggestion, put railings or at least 1 railing at Paulettes pool. "The nude beach". So fair and kissed by the sun, I wore a bathing suit while waiting in line for Jerk Chicken at Roberts Grill. I know, I know, security must have made a mistake when she singled me out for wearing a bathing suit. The experience and freedom of the ocean, there are no words to describe. Thank you "R" for setting up our chairs each day and for my coffee in the morning. The splash pools offered me an afternoon delight as I hid from the sun.
Day 5, 6, 7
Day 5 brought him to me, "The Gym Kinda Guy". I noticed him icing his knee. He said he wasnt hurt. I knew he was a "gym kinda guy" because, baby, he was built. Togas and dinner that night at 8, chocolate cake and peach schnapps the following night. Bonfires and hot tubs, later on, do you remember? I know that you do. Sweet memories; the nude pool and that German guy too! Sun tan lotion and t-shirts, we wore both well. Attachment, respect and honesty; the kiss goodbye was hardest of all. "Well Id hoped that since were here anyway- that we could end up saying - Things weve always needed to say - So we could end up staying -..... Now that the storys played out like this- Just like a paperback novel- Lets rewrite an ending that fits." I get it.
My last night, The "Texas Twang" led us to the Piano bar. She was lead singer. Swansea Slut and I the back up dancers. Karaoke, "Happy Birthday" too. It was a blast. During a late night snack of grill cheese and fries, a discussion was held around a question posed "Why is a blow job called a blow job given that you suck and do not blow"....... All answers welcome!
My eviction; a swim at 6:30 a.m., final thanks to Charlie for his omelets, then tears and final hugs. Upon my arrival, I thought that whatever happens at Hedo stays at Hedo because you will never see these people again. As I left I knew, yes, whatever happens at Hedo stays at Hedo. But - these people are my friends. And, I know I will see them again as we plan for our next trip.
Thank you Denny for this venue.
With respect
"The Toronto Tart" and for Mikey, "Madame of the North"