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Here's my trip
report. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent (except mine),
but I did leave out some of the details to protect the not so innocent J.
This was my
first trip to Hedonism. In fact, it was my first trip to a nude beach. Well,
not really. I was at Paradise Beach in Mykinos years ago where clothing was
optional. But the only nekkid people were the gay men and the fat Japanese
tourist with his son. I signed up to go to H2 because it sounded like a really
fun place. After making my reservation, I signed up with the WWW (thanks
Denny!). Reading the chat board started to scare me. What had I gotten myself
into? Smiling – it's your fault I thought H2 would be a constant orgy! But
the reality was a bit tamer than the fiction for H2 and for Smiling.
Saturday
- I few the Miami-MoBay leg with Linda, and she got me ready for the trip.
After checking in (well, after letting the front desk know we were there),
Linda whisked me away to the nude pool. No time to think about whether I
wanted to go there or not. I managed to go topless the first day, and dropped
the bottoms the second day.A couple people cheered for me, then it was ancient
history and I felt like I'd been nekkid forever. Thanks to John for making me
feel so comfortable, and for keeping me warm in the rain. Denny and Diane,
thanks for making me feel welcome and part of the family. It helped me feel
relaxed enough to shed my swimsuit.
A few hours
after I arrived, I went back to the front desk and asked about my room.
"What type of room did you reserve?" he asked. "I reserved a
prude garden view, but I would love to stay on the nude side if it's at all
possible" I said as sweetly as I could muster. "You're in luck – a
room just came open". As it turns out, I got nude side, ocean view, with
no roommate until the last 2 nights. Not too shabby. It does
pay to be nice.
I was a total
pooper on the first night. I had gone out in Dallas on Friday night, with good
intentions to come home early since I had to get up at 4am to make my flight.
But the roomie convinced me that I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so I
might as well stay out. Until 1am. Well, that was fun, but with 3 hours sleep
and many Dirty Bananas, I was in bed by 11pm on Saturday. I missed a whole
night of partying! Bummer.
Sunday
- I was a little overwhelmed by the whole nekkid party in the pool thing, so I
hung out in the quiet part of the nude beach and floated around for a while.
That was nice, but it was really hard trying to get on the float and push out
in 2 inches of water because I didn't want to touch the algae growing in the
very shallow water. Sunday night was also a bust due to the jerk chicken. I
liked it, but it didn't like me.
Monday
– I woke up and noticed that the circus crew was at the flying trapeze. (My
ocean view was really a view of the trapeze.) I did the flying trapeze for the
first time at a Club Med, and I love it. So I went out and was doing a few
tricks when Vladimir asked me if I wanted to do the Single Trapeze inside.
Sure. Why not? Little did I know what I was getting into at the time…I can't
even remember what else I did on Monday.
The
rest of the week is a bit of a blur. Circus training every morning, then
lunch, then the nude pool until dinnertime. Dinner, the show, the disco. I
never made it to the late-night party at the hot tub. I meant to go snorkling
once or twice, but didn't manage to tear myself away from the pool to do that.
I did indulge in "Topless night at the disco" which was a first for
me, and lots of fun! PJ night was great, except something on my outfit was
itching me around the legs all night. And the feathers were everywhere! Of
course, who can forget the guy dancing with me in his jammies with a flag pole
announcing his manhood. I didn't think anyone but me noticed, but I got quite
a few snickers the next day. Thanks for telling me! I also remember posing for
more than one picture with the women with the whips. Someone, please e-mail me
those pictures!
The Nude cruise
was fun – thanks HedoBill for getting me on the boat!!! I haven't been off a
30ft. dive in 17 years, but somehow I got up the chutzpah to not only jump,
but do a back flip off the cliff. That could be some of the rum stuff I was
drinking helping out with my courage. Next time however, I will wear bottoms
to avoid the saltwater douche that is inherent with a woman jumping into water
from that high without bottoms.
One of the best
nights at dinner was playing "I never" with Joe&Keri,
Kenny&Tony, and Heather&Mark. For those of you who haven't played
this, you take turns saying "I never
(fill in the blank). Anyone who has
done that, has to drink It's
amazing how much you can find out about people with that game. And the rules
are like Hedo, what is said there, stays there!
The
highlight of my week was being in the circus show. I had so much fun, and
still have a boo-boo on my ankle to show for it. Thanks to everyone for
staying at the show and cheering for me. As nervous as I was, I still could
here all of your cheers. It means a lot to me. I met too many great people to
try to mention everyone, but thanks for sharing your vacations with me. I miss
you all!
So how has my
trip to Hedo affected me now that I'm back?
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I had not gone
bra-less since I was 17 (big boobs). I finally found a strapless bra that
worked for me a few weeks before my trip so I could buy the strappy dresses
that are so popular. The first night I was there, I reached for my new
strapless bra, put it on, took it off, and put it back in the drawer where it
remained until I left. I actually went out in public in Dallas without a bra
last week. It was so liberating.
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I had fun at
Hedo as a single, but I'd like to bring a man with me next time. I actually
discussed it with the man I just started dating and he's ready to go! And I
was so worried that a man would think badly of me if I told him I went to
Hedo. I'm over that now.
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It's hard to
concentrate at work
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My butt and
breasts itched from the mild sunburn I got on the last day. Try explaining that
to your colleagues.
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I used to think
I would rather be topless or naked at a beach full of people I don't know. Now
I know I would rather be naked around people I do know.
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I want to go
back!