Before I start my blow by blow report, let me give you my suggestions for an even more wonderful trip.
- 1) Try to get a flight into Terminal 3 for ease in clearing customs. If not, don’t sweat the wait… all will be forgotten when you clear the doors into the Desire lobby.
2) Put all your sex toys and erotic costume decorations at the top of your suitcase. It is a kick to watch the Mexican inspectors try to figure out what these contraptions do.
3) Smile and say “hello/hola” to everyone you pass at Desire (guests and staff). It breaks the ice, if there is any.
4) Try dressing in Theme Night attire. If you are shy or uncertain, it is both fun and liberating to let go and stretch your boundaries in a safe, sexy and acceptable way.
5) Don’t be in too big of a hurry. Take time for things like dining. (it is a romantic and sensual experience) If you need extra time for costume design for the theme and disco, eat a little earlier in the evening, so you aren’t pressured. We have noticed that for most, relaxing and slowing down is very difficult, especially if your vacation time is limited, but try to stop and smell the roses. Not only is it good for your heart, but it is good for your HEART (wink, wink)
6) Try new things. We make it a point to step out of our comfort zone on each trip, be it a pool game, a sensual outfit that we dared not wear before, a dance lesson or sensual workshop, a water sports trip or a professional photo shoot.
7) Concentrate on what’s important and let the little things go. If there is scaffolding outside your room or workers raking seaweed piling up on the beach all day, be happy that the resort is working to maintain and improve the property. Fun places are all around you.
Consider joining a Yahoo Group before going. We found there are all types in these groups from vanilla, to nudists, to exhibitionist, to lifestyle and swingers, newbies and veterans. For us, a variety of friends is the spice of life. To start this story, we joined a Yahoo Group that one industrious couple set up for Desire couples who would be at Pearl through July 4th, exchanging photos, vacation dates, fun and sexy posts, etc. (TY to R&M) As we showed up, we were greeted with hugs and smiles, which added an element of instant fun and familiarity.Tuesday: We like variety in our life, but one thing is constant for us. Every morning we wake up to great sex, romping on the bed or porch ‘til close to 10:30 am, brush and dress in a rush, and then race to make breakfast before they close at 11 am. We are not the only ones! Then out to the pool bed to sun, rest, chat with new acquaintances and start drinking. We often choose a lounge bed on the beach, but since the seaweed is thick and there is a slight odor, we opt for the pool area for this trip. This turns out to be a blessing, since frequent dips in the pool are refreshing. The sky is clear and the weather is hot, so hydrating is important and I promise myself that I will drink more water than booze. Wrong again, but we both pace ourselves pretty well. We love to wade down the pool to the bar, meeting couples along the way. It takes us from 45 minutes to 2 hours to travel the 75 feet from the quiet end of the pool to the pool bar and back, since it is important that we chat up everyone that we pass, and we stop to enjoy the Entertainment Staff (ES) as they orchestrate games and activities. I inform my hubby D that we will be joining in, but for now we are in ‘laid back’ mode. Suddenly, at 2:30 pm, I hear the call for “Kinky Darts” I decide it is time for D to participate in some games, so I talk him into doing the couples “kinky darts” contest. He is embarrassed (or is it ‘in bare assed’?), buck naked and preparing to throw darts while performing some rather risqué maneuvers. We are awful at this game, but lucky. We accidentally get the high score and win Desire “Porn Star” T-shirts. After a frisky afternoon and lovely, relaxing dinner at Aphrodite, we dress for the naughty school girl theme and party hard at the disco. Like a really naughty school girl, I let D take me into the Playroom and teach me a lesson I won’t soon forget. Then on to the Jacuzzi where we party until 2 am.
July 1: Several in our group have planned a 4-hour catamaran/snorkeling trip for today, so ugh, we have to shorten our morning ritual to make breakfast and the boat that leaves the Pearl dock at 10:30 am. We have been on the C/O catamaran trip before, and as before, we are the only ones to show up fully naked. (It is a nude cruise, you know!) It doesn’t bother us and soon others begin casting aside their clothing, along with their inhibitions. First mate, Clario, warms up the group with drinks and sexy antics including teasing the men and cuddling with the women, getting the party going. It was a fantastic day and a fun sail, complete with horseplay, pole dancing on the mast and jib stay with mucho tequila shots. The snorkeling is not the best in the world, but the water is refreshing and underwater sightseeing is fun. Back on board for delicious ceviche, guacamole and chips. Captain Luis and Clario prepare the food fresh and accommodate one of the couples who is allergic to cilantro. (As a side note to all couples like us with life-threatening allergies, we always bring some food/snack we know is safe for us to eat, just in case.) This is Canada Day and one of our fun-loving Canadian couples brings loads of temp tattoos which they proceed to apply to interesting parts of our bodies. I have so many Canadian tattoos on, that for the next three days, everyone at Pearl is convinced that I am a Canadian. What an honor. TY to G&E. As we start back to Pearl one of the engines goes down and the wind is on our nose, preventing us from sailing home. Captain Luis babies the remaining engine, only managing about ½ knot of speed, motoring into a stiff wind and strong current. We party on, downing all the tequila and water (fortunately, there is still beer) and with little headway, the Captain finally calls for pongas to pick us up. Unfortunately, some guests are now feeling less than fit, and after off-loading all of us into one of the two pongas, our ponga’s motor conks out and we cry out for the other ponga to come back and rescue us. It does, but for some in our group this is distressing, but for D and I, this is great fun and an adventure to remember. We arrive back at the dock after 5:30 pm and immediately regroup for Jacuzzi time. After a yummy dinner at Aphrodite, we prepare for Canada Day, celebrating by dressing in red and white attire with Maple Leave necklaces so we can help the Canadians celebrate their special day. After the disco entertainment and dancing, we wander over to the Jacuzzi for some fun time. It is a Full Moon and remembering that we were deprived of our morning lovemaking, I move stuff from an unoccupied bed and coax hubby onto the bed. (He doesn’t take much coaxing!) If you have never made passionate love under a full moon on a warm summer night in Mexico, you have to try this. Afterwards we grab a drink from the bar, accept some compliments for our performance and then head back to our room to take up where we left off. Sex is so good at Desire.
Thursday: Dawn of another beautiful day. I’m actually up at dawn after a good night’s sleep, waking and teasing D into compliance. Then, out to the pool for a day of relaxation. That is until 15:00 hours. Today, I and other ladies in our group have pledged to take the pole dancing lessons with Entertainment Staffer Liz. It is challenging, but Liz convinces all of us that we are good enough to pole dance at the Disco this night. Really? By late afternoon all of our Yahoo Group of 16 couples have arrived and we have a special, private, Asian inspired dinner scheduled up in the Jade Restaurant. We show up to the most spectacular appetizer table of freshly made sushi laid out on a beautiful woman’s bare body (save a teensy, barely visible, string bikini). Now this is Naked Sushi! Our amazing group of people introduce themselves, enjoy a delicious martini bar (I am addicted to the freshly muddled, strawberry martini), dine on the fabulous buffet and then the real party begins. It is P’s birthday and her husband pulls out all the stops with a stripper couple that is outrageously hot and makes P and her hubby part of the performance. One of our couples passes out silver ankle bracelets for the ladies with our group name initial monogramed on it. A keepsake for life. TY to M&M. What an evening!. Then, on to the Theme Night and Disco. Liz is at the Disco and urges us up onto the pole for dancing. It is amazing how alcohol can impair your judgment. Several women do well. I swing around and fall on my butt and K pole dances for nearly an hour. (The next day, I have a bruised tail bone, black and blue calves and blisters on my fingers and K’s legs and arms are covered with bruises) This is my first and last pole dancing performance. Next, the Jacuzzi for fun and to soak my aching buttock.
July 3rd: Back to our morning ritual, race to breakfast and pool fun. The day is mostly spent getting further acquainted with our group couples. Suddenly, I have this urge to play another game/contest. D reluctantly agrees to “Beer Pong” and we proceed to play the worst game of crazy ping pong in our lives. D is now convinced to no longer participate in any more Daytime Entertainment contests. We enjoy a special Premier Members wine tasting dinner at Aphrodite, then dress for Neon Night. I wear my sexy Western patriotic outfit with lots of flashing red/blue glow sticks. We glow our way through the rest of the night.
July 4th: Time to celebrate. At the pool, all of our group’s women are decorated with USA pasties, passed out at the Group dinner on the 2nd. All but me. I am harassed for not wearing mine, but I can’t because my tits are so long and hard that I can’t get pasties to stick down. Depressed and bare chested, I go back to my room and get the idea to cut holes in the center of my pasties and slide them over my nipples. Voila! It works and everyone at the pool goes nuts admiring my outlandish pasties. (I must admit that I love the attention.)
The 4th of July foam party starts and it is hands-down the best foam party ever. Foam, tequila squirts, 6’ inflatable penis rides, jelly shooters, lots of bumping and rubbing, and lots of us girls up on the pool deck dancing naked. It is like being a kid again, only more wet and sexy and naked. The partying continues on after the foam disappears. D & I finally break away for an early, romantic dinner at the Jade and then dress for the 4th of July festivities. We decide to dress only in patriotic banners for D and garland for me with a sparkling blue thong and my USA pasties with both of us in sequin top hats and bow ties. To our surprise there is an Independence Day Costume Contest, so up we go along with about 24 others. To keep from undue influence, Charlie (ES) chooses three Mexican couples to judge. To our amazement, we win first place and get a free night’s stay at Pearl. What a 4th of July to remember. Wilder partying ensues, and honestly I can’t remember everything that happens later, but I’m sure I have a very good time.
Ahhh Sunday: Recovery day. More great weather and fun-loving friends. Rest, sun, swim, sex… repeat. This night is lingerie/mask night at the disco and several of our group’s sexy gals enter the lingerie dancing/stripping competition. It was wonderful to watch these brave and confident women strutting their stuff. I wear lingerie, but watched from the safety of my seat, thank you.
Repeat Monday: We are midway through our 12 day trip, so Monday is another laid back, sun tanning day. This afternoon, we decide that it is time for some afternoon delight at the Jacuzzi. By now, several couples know our love of PDS and offer their Jacuzzi bed for our use. I’m from the West and we cowgirls ride pretty hard, so when we finish the hot tub crowd calls out our names and cheers wildly. I take a bow which embarrasses D to death (but deep down he loves it). This is ABC night again, and we are lucky to have black, body tape that one of our group left for me to use. Another nearly naked night with lots of couples dressing (or should I say “undressing”) for the occasion.
Tuesday has arrived. Days before, I book an appointment to do the Breathless Photo Shoot and now that it is here, I am frightened to death. I’m not exactly a spring chicken, I have tiny boobs and big nipples and although I’m confident in my own skin, I’m not used to having all my skin photographed. I want so badly to have sultry, sexy photos like the ones I see on the Desire forum and the Breathless brochures, but I’m afraid I’ve let too many years pass by. D tries to reassure me, but he is as nervous as me. Our photographer, Reuben, suggests we start drinking early, but when he arrives at our room at 1 pm, I am remarkably sober. Darn. Reuben is such a pro and keeps me so busy with poses that I forget just how frightened I am. The two hours passes in a flash and now the two-day wait to see the results begins. We go to dinner at the Pearl with a lovely couple from Texas, do school girl night at the Disco and then head to the hot tub. I tell our group that I had never done “body shots” and that it is on my bucket list, so R&D make sure I get my request. What a hoot. Fun play time, then off to bed.
Wednesday: A perfect day for being on the ocean. We plan another catamaran sail with 6 other couples. D and I bet on whether we will be the only ones to show up at the boat naked. One other couple comes nude. Thank you, J&A for helping me win the bet. We haven’t met several of the couples before this, but some were great party people. Didn’t need to worry about older couples being wet blankets (as some suggest on the forum) since we all were the ones in the cockpit giving BJs. Oh, that’s why they call it the “cockpit”!!! Tonight, one couple from our original group invites us to a birthday dinner for lovely T at the Jade. The eight of us dine, discuss how we met our SOs and have a thoroughly enjoyable evening. We never miss a night at the Lounge and Disco, but skip the Jacuzzi and call it a night early, since we are going over to DRM fairly early the next morning.
Thursday: DRM is as nice as we remember from our Sept 2014 vacation, but not as nice as Pearl IMHO. Some on the forum talk about how the Pearl crowd is older, but we see many more mature couples at DRM than at Pearl. Perhaps we are just stable blind. Anyway, by noon we are back at home at our beloved Pearl. Our photo shoot review has been delayed, so I must stress and worry for one more day. This is “Human Sundae” day and by promising that there is no contest involved, I force D up to the Pool Entertainment Counter to decorate me with whip cream, chocolate syrup and black cherries and then eat his sundae creation. Evidently, D doesn’t understand art or decorating, because he lathers me with whip cream like it is suntan lotion. If he wants to avoid attention, he goofs up royal. I look like a sticky, melting, marshmallow and the E staff has a ball making fun of us. But, it’s all in good fun and rather tasty.
Friday: our last full day. We wake up to a 20 minute rainstorm that lasts long enough to wet down all the towels on the outdoor lounge chairs and pool beds. This makes us glad we decide to stay in bed. We attempt to think of today only in terms of how hard and long we can party. It is amazing how quickly the staff can replace wet towels with fresh, fluffy, dry towels, so we are back lounging and sunning in no time. Javier and Vicktor work so hard! We enjoy visiting with all the friends we have made. A little before 2 pm, we get another short downpour so it’s time to have lunch and wait it out. In the Aphrodite they have raw oysters. I order a Sangrita with a shot of Tequila and Tabasco and proceed to make oyster shooters. Before you know it, I have a buzz on and start doing oyster shot demonstrations for the whole restaurant. One of the ES employees walks by and wants us to know that oysters are an aphrodisiac. D just smiles. At 3 pm we head over to view our photos. I hope for one or two satisfactory shots. We are shocked. Reuben is an artist. I have no idea how he makes our photos so aesthetically pleasing, but he does. I pray that the liquor is not affecting my judgment. D thinks they are great, so I am reassured. After nearly an hour, we finally narrow the photos from 89 down to 20. Here is one that shows how comfortable we are lying in the sand at Desire.
(I plan to put more of them up on the forum topic for Professional Photo Shoot to encourage other ‘fraidy cats’ like me to give it a try) Thank you, Reuben. Tonight we enjoy a romantic dinner for just the two of us at the Pearl. The food is fantastic and we take our time to savor every moment. This is Neon Night and I am feeling ‘last night’ wild and sexy after our romantic dinner, so I grab the two flashing, rubber, finger rings we were given for July 4th, place one on D’s penis and one on my clit. Then I put on a green neon thong and see-through neon blouse and D puts on a light weight cotton sarong. We turn on the flashing ring lights and head for the theme party in the lounge. The band is outstanding and we dance ‘til we drop. People go nuts trying to figure out how we make our undies flash. Everyone enjoys the 70’s neon performers in the Disco, and after some dancing we head for the Jacuzzi. We strip down, but leave the flashing rings on and discover they work underwater. More glow and fun, but not so surprisingly, we feel very aroused, so after some lively OS on each other, we head back to our room for a last night of romance.
Saturday: Farewell Day. One last round of our morning ritual and it is time to pack and head for the airport. We say our good-byes to staff and friends and board the USA Transfer with many fond memories to hold us over until we return. Our life is full and our love for each other is stronger than ever. Who can ask for more? We are blessed to call Desire our vacation home.
