Preparation
I am in pursuit of strong quads. I am committed to squats, burpees, and climbing a million hills. My quads and hammies will be ripped, you will be able to bounce a quarter off my bum. All the big muscles will be in glorious harmony, strong, without the least chance of fatigue. Just in time for Cap. For those of you who have yet to hear of Cap d’Agde, here is the low down. Nestled on the shores of the Mediterranean, this jewel is a resort where one can bare all. Literally. It is a nudist resort meaning clothing is not allowed. Nadda, nothing, between your skin and the air around you. Additionally, for those of us into a little something extra, sexuality is on display in whatever form with which you should like to experiment. Naked of course. Swinging is our game but much to see and do! Picture if you will a resort with lots of naked people, upon the shores of the sparkling waters of the Mediterranean, with guests doing as they like with whomever they like. Sounds like fun, non? I have yet to visit this adult Disneyland myself and am excitedly looking forward to our next sex-capades with some of our current friends and surely new friends to cum (you know I had to do that, right??)
And I will tell you what. I just visited Hedonism in Jamaica. Again, if you haven’t visited, do. Fun, sun, sex, food, fun. And sex. Not the first time that I visited Hedo and certainly not the last. That said, it has been a long while since last I visited. I have forgotten so much. Not the self-serve pina colada machines, not the sex games at the pool, not the jerk chicken and Red Stripe on the beach before our afternoon siesta in prep for the evening festivities. No, what I forgot was that much sex is a workout. An honest to god, caloric burning, quad blasting, jelly-legged, sweat fest – just with a killer red lip and a messy up-do. I was sorely unprepared in Jamaica. I like to ride. Like a cowgirl on her buckin’ bronco, I like to ride. Don’t get me wrong, I love missionary, doggie style, sidebyside, all the like. And when it comes to girl on top or up against the wall type sex, there is work involved, ladies (or gender X). Hard work. There is nothing as lame as having to roll over during the thick of it (with the thick of it in you!) due to a leg cramp. Ugh.
So this is my manifesto, my put-it-on-paper-to-make-it-happen goal, my challenge to myself, my passion purpose for the next 3 months – my quads, hammies and buns will be carved of polished wood and ready for riding in July in Cap of the Naked Swingers.