Hello there, dear readers!

It feels like we’ve been once again away from the blog-o-sphere for far too long. Life has a way of doing that, between home, family, and some very real stresses, we just didn’t have much energy to share. And if we’re being honest, it’s hard to write when things feel heavy.

We even had to cancel our trip to Desire that we had planned for summer, yeah, that one really stung. I mean, who wouldn’t feel a little down about missing out on a getaway like that?

But finally, it feels like we’re coming up for air and this past weekend we got to let loose and have some unadulterated fun again.

What did we do exactly?  (You may have already read Elise’s emotional account of the weekend, but this is my full play-by-play, as best as I remember it.)

Well… we got to attend another lifestyle hotel takeover. And wow, what a great, crazy, whirlwind of a time. Let me try to tell you about it. 

If you’ve never been to a hotel takeover before, imagine something similar like a regional Comic-Con, a large, immersive event where you’ll find a wide mix of ages (adults only, of course), backgrounds, body types, sexual orientations, and personalities, all brought together in an incredibly open, welcoming, and supportive atmosphere. 

The vast majority of the people who are there are wanting to engage, socialize, and enjoy the moment together. Compliments are exchanged easily and sometimes in rapid-fire succession, conversations and friendships are formed quickly, and there’s an unmistakable fun sexual energy in the air. (Keep reading about the, gasp!, sex)

During the day, things are fairly relaxed and quiet on the surface. There might be classes such as rope, wax play, or other hands-on learning experiences along with an overflowing and sometimes claustrophobic topless-optional pool party.

On the first day, there’s usually a Q&A welcome session for people who have never been to a takeover before. This will teach people the rules, about consent, and what to expect (and not to expect). Sometimes people who are brave enough to stand up and ask a question, will be rewarded with a prize, so it’s a great opportunity to learn something new and possibly meet up with other newbies. 

There are sure to be other fun, kinky, and sexy things happening behind closed doors that you would need a personal invite for, but as evening approaches, everything begins to shift. Hotel room doors open up and the guests start to fill the common areas. 

People transform. Outfits change, getting smaller, tighter and bolder. You can feel the energy build and at least one of the nights gets kicked off with what’s known as a room crawl. Guests open their decorated rooms to show off and for others to explore. The creativity on display is sometimes downright incredible. 

If you go to one, make sure to bring a doorstop, an unsung hero of a tool that makes your room more inviting to any passerbys. I personally love walking by the open doors, during the room crawl or not and peek inside random rooms to see what’s going on. 

Some spaces are simply enhanced with mood lighting, while others are completely reimagined: rugs, wall art, fabric draped across ceilings, massage tables, potted fake plants, dance poles, sex swings, Saint Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches, motorbunnies, and even fully stocked travel bars that rival some real venues. 

Add in shared drinks, jello shots, swinger contact cards, small games, snacks and a steady flow of laughter, small conversation, and some titillating shock and awe, and it becomes an experience all its own. 

At this hotel, an open-air atrium-style hotel, the room crawl looked like some odd level of an old-school video game. You had these crowds of wandering guests in various states of dress, all making their way up to the top floor (or down) while congregating at different rooms to try a free shot of alcohol or to watch someone getting zapped with an electro toy. I remember a pretty popular room from a previous takeover that had chilled mini water bottles of all things. It was a great change from room after room of jello shots, pudding shots, pickle shots, yogurt shots or even just straight tequila shots. The water gives your liver a much needed break, no matter how small. 

Elise and I are still fairly new to the takeover scene, so we kept our setup on the simpler side. Swapping out the standard cheap yellowish bulbs for app-controlled multicolor LEDs, adding some fairy string lights, a galaxy ceiling projector, and on the door we had some removable vinyl themed stickers and a customized sign that had our names listed. Enough to create a sexy vibe that let people know we were there, but not quite special enough to really show off, so we left the room to wander and explore. 

And yes… a couple of people did stop by. But we’ll get to that part soon since I’m getting ahead of myself. 

The nights are usually filled with dancing, flirting, and connecting with just about anyone and everyone. What stands out most is how genuinely friendly and open people are. There’s an ease to it, maybe because when everyone around you is having a great time, it’s hard not to get swept up in it yourself.

There’s definitely the already mentioned drinking, but interestingly, it rarely crosses into sloppy territory. We didn’t see arguments, tension, or anything uncomfortable, just a shared understanding that this space is meant to be fun, respectful, and safe.

And that’s exactly what it was.

Friday Night

This event was two nights, Friday and Saturday and we were able to attend both nights, though by the time we arrived, unpacked, and decorated our room, it was time to change into our first night outfits. 

Friday’s theme was “Little Black Dress / Cat Edition.”

Elise wore a pin-up style black dress that I absolutely love on her, paired with black thigh-high stockings, a garter belt and black cat ears. She looked… Deliciously good. Purrrfection, even, if you will allow it. I went with black jeans, Chelsea boots, and my favorite LS shirt which is a black short-sleeve floral see-through mesh shirt that somehow always earns me compliments. I also had a set of cat ears on. 

We grabbed drinks from our in-room bar and headed downstairs to the dance floor and mingled and then… danced. The DJ booth setup was possibly the largest I have seen. There were three huge monitors, lasers, motorized spotlights, and enormous speakers that filled the entire hotel space with a tremendously powerful chest-pounding bass. 

Pretty quickly, we connected with a few couples I had met online, along with some familiar faces I would consider fast friends from past events. About an hour in, we realized we were a bit overdressed, and also in need of a refill,  so we headed back to our room.

That’s when things started to level up.

Elise ditched the dress and swapped it for just a black underbust corset which showcased her black bra and panty set with little black cats on them. It was such a fantastic, sexy and hot look. I switched into the black corset vest and kilt I’d worn back in December. I thought it was a hot look until I saw some pictures of me wearing it and now… I am not sure if I will wear it again. Though, when I asked Elise, she said it looks great on me. Maybe it was just a bad picture. 

We refilled our drinks, mentally regrouped, and told each other how hot we looked and once again went back downstairs.

Elise’s “outfit” change was an immediate hit with both the guys and some of the ladies.

One of the guys I had been chatting with online, Craig, hit it off with Elise right away, and the two of them kept things very entertaining on the dance floor. Honestly, I don’t know how you wouldn’t get a little mesmerized by Elise in that “outfit”. The black cat on her thong kept catching my attention as her hips swayed back and forth, teasing little glimpses, peeking out beneath her black garter belt.

That’s about when another woman confidently entered the mix and took an interest in… Craig. Quick introductions were made, this was Julia and her husband, James.

Julia was wearing a skin-tight black outfit with a zipper that ran from her collar down toward her stomach. Craig’s introduction? With permission, of course, he slowly unzipped it down, revealing Julia’s bedazzled nipples.

Bold move. Effective move. 

Craig leaned in for a “taste test.” I, meanwhile, appreciated the view and made a quiet mental note: maybe I need to be a bit more forward. Perhaps lead with an action instead of a simple “Hello.” 

… Nah. That is not my style. 

Craig and I were both wearing kilts, and Julia decided to return the favor with a quick under-kilt inspection.

Craig? Fully committed. No underwear.

And… let’s just say the man is generously equipped. Impressive. He should be a bit proud of what he was born with and he wasn’t shy about showing it off.

Me? I had on a tiny, shiny pair of gold shorts. I had read about someone doing something similar for St. Patrick’s Day, a “pot of gold” situation and getting great reactions.

Well…

Let’s just say Craig was the one with the strongest reaction.

“Bruce, you DON’T wear underwear under a kilt!” he announced. 

I know. I know.

In my defense, I was thinking about chairs. Surfaces. General public seating logistics. I wasn’t about to carry around a towel all night.

Yes. That’s my story… 

Let’s move on.

By this point, Elise and Julia were fully in their element, dancing, flirting, and very much enjoying the attention. Craig clearly knew how to lead, and there was a natural confidence about him that kept the energy flowing. There was enough of him to go around. He was taller than me and pretty muscular. I’m no slouch in that department either, but the man is in pretty good shape. 

While our ladies were getting worked over by Craig, I found myself connecting quickly with James. It was one of those unspoken moments. We both had that same wide-eyed, “well, this escalated quickly” expression. Not jealousy, at least not on my end, and I didn’t sense it from him either. It was more like shared understanding.

Our wives were having a great time, laughing, being playful, enjoying themselves, and we could see it in their eyes. That mattered more than anything.

We joined in here and there, and I never felt left out. There were moments where I’d be kissing Elise while Craig’s hands were exploring at the same time, grinding on her butt. It was a strange, exciting balance of connection and lust.

When we were all taking a quick breather together, Craig suggested we all head up to his room. Over the loud booming music he proclaimed that he had a motorbunny upstairs and asked if Elise and Julia wanted to try it.

This is where the dynamic slowly shifted from Craig-centered energy to something more grounded between the four of us: Julia, James, Elise, and me.

Almost instantly, the four of us formed a quiet agreement or pact after we said yes to Craig’s invite. We’d look out for each other. If anything felt off, we’d all leave together. It wasn’t dramatic, more like a quick, unspoken huddle. A “we’ve got your back” moment.

And honestly, it made everything feel a lot better. I’m not sure we would have gone up if it wasn’t for Julia and James. Even though we had only met Julia and James about half an hour earlier, I felt an easy, genuine connection with them, especially with Julia. There was a warmth and intention in the way she engaged, captivated me, and I had the sense the feeling may be mutual.  Her confidence, her expressive smile, and the fearless way she carried herself were incredibly attractive.

Up until then, everything had been fun, flirty, and a little wild, but still light. Sure, there was a whole lot of groping and kissing, maybe there was a little below the “belt” action occurring, but it was still very flirtatious. This felt like a step into something more intentional, and we all wanted to make sure it stayed positive.

So we all headed back to Craig’s room, his wife included, which we didn’t actually realize that she was around since she was entertaining another guy a several feet away, far removed from our group. 

We stepped inside and did that slightly awkward “tourist in a hotel room” thing.

“Oh wow… this is your room. Cool. Yep. Definitely a room.”

There was also a sex swing set up that we all looked at, smirked at, and all politely ignored for the moment.

Craig brought out the motorbunny, holding it like a prized possession, with the kind of grin that said this was not his first rodeo. It seemed smaller in Craig’s arms but I have seen a few at other events and house parties.  Today would be a different type of first-hand experience… well, second-hand since it would be Elise doing the test drive. 

For anyone unfamiliar, a motorbunny is essentially a saddle-style ride-on toy with both vibration and a twirling rotating motion, controlled by a dual-dial wired remote box. Think less “gentle buzz” and more “power tool meets magic wand.” It’s… not subtle.

Julia, in true fearless fashion, immediately volunteered to go first. Her energy alone got everyone hyped, and honestly, I think that helped Elise settle into the idea of trying it herself.

Julia started cautiously, easing into it, but she was incredibly brave doing that in front of a full audience. As the intensity ramped up, you could see the waves hit her. She reached out her hands, and both James and I instinctively stepped in, holding them to support her as she leaned forward.

And then…oh yeah. She had her moment. Her smile lit up the shadow-filled hotel room. 

She took a deep breath, smiled, regrouped, and stood up like an absolute champ. We may have even clapped. 

Next up: Elise.

And yeah, I could tell she had a bit of stage fright. Completely understandable. Most guys in that situation would probably excuse themselves and go “check out the hallway carpet pattern” for a while.

I asked Craig if we could swap out the toy attachment for one I knew Elise would prefer, and we got a fresh condom on it.

Elise, still in her stockings and garters, was thinking about taking everything off when I just told her to shift her panties to the side. She took that advice and carefully settled in. James handed me the controls, which I was already a little familiar with from previous “research.”

Elise was more of a slow burn. I started her off slow and worked her way up through the speeds, adjusting, feeling it out, building into it. Eventually, I started playing with the dial, moving between slow and fast to create a pulsing rhythm.

That started to do the trick.

Before long, everyone had gathered tightly around her; touching, kissing, encouraging. It was like some kind of beautifully chaotic ritual. I could tell that she was starting to actually enjoy it and she was leaning into the experience. That’s when she let go and just felt it.

Craig stepped in front of her as the pulses really started rocking her body. Elise parted his kilt and looked up at me and I made sure I gave her the biggest smile as to say, “I trust you and want you to enjoy yourself!”. 

This is when she came and it wasn’t subtle. To me, it was wonderful to see her climax and let go like that. Sure, she was giving extra flair to convey that she was enjoying it, but I could read through the dramatics and still knew that she actually did orgasm. 

She stood up pretty quickly afterwards and immediately grabbed onto me, her legs were not entirely interested in supporting her just yet.

I held her, checked in, made sure she was good, and let her know, in no uncertain terms, that I very much enjoyed the show.

With both ladies now in that blissed-out, post-orgasm state, Craig shifted gears and suggested his wife demonstrate the sex swing and asked for volunteers to “assist”. 

This was the perfect exit point.

Everything had been fun, positive, and memorable and we wanted to keep it that way.

So we stretched, laughed, thanked them for the experience (and the orgasms), and made our exit. I don’t remember what we said on why we were leaving, but we left. 

Out in the hallway, we shared a four-way hug, a kiss goodnight, and went our separate ways.

But…

That wasn’t the end of the night for Elise and me.

Not even close.

I was incredibly turned on, between the dancing, the energy, Elise on the motorbunny and giving head to Craig, the new chemistry I was feeling with Julia, and a handful of firsts for us. So instead of heading back to our room…

We made a detour.

To the playrooms.

And yes, that’s another thing that sets these events apart from your standard “vanilla” convention. There are designated spaces specifically for, well… play.

These were set up in what would normally be large conference rooms, now dimly lit with deep red lighting, filled with rows of industrial-strength inflatable beds that you would never guess that they were inflatable, layered with protective covers, sheets, and towels (with a whole system in place to keep things as clean as possible).

And the vibe?

Equal parts intimate, surreal, and wildly erotic.

I’ve always found the playrooms fascinating. Where else can you watch couples connecting in every possible way and then turn to your partner and do the same? It ranges from deeply intimate to openly adventurous. Couples, threesomes, foursomes… anything beyond that usually migrates back to private rooms. 

Sometimes the playrooms are incredibly busy to the point where there are crowds all standing around the giant island of beds either watching or politely waiting for a spot to open up for their turn. Tonight was the perfect amount of busy. There were spaces available between other couples and also a handful of people looking on. Enough for an audience, but not too many to be overwhelming. 

You never quite know what might happen or who might approach, but for us, that night, it was just about us.

Sure, our minds wandered now and then, flashes of Julia, James, Craig, the other people in the room, but at the center of it all for me, was Elise.

And that’s what mattered most.

Afterward, we made our way slowly back to our room, slightly disheveled, very satisfied, and completely spent.

I helped Elise out of her corset, stockings and garters, and after drinking some water and snuggling with her in bed, she was asleep within minutes.

I wasn’t ready just yet. I stayed up just a little longer, grabbing another giant glass of water and a protein bar, and started to put away the extra theme night outfits that we were not going to wear tomorrow. I also cleaned up the room while replaying the incredible night in my head…before finally crashing around 3 a.m. 

After all, I needed at least a few hours of sleep so we can do all of this again tomorrow. 

Day two was still ahead.

Saturday: Rise and shine

We woke up way too early.

Force of habit from having several cats and a dog, I guess, but still annoying when it’s only 7 A.M. and both of us admit we slept terribly. I got out of bed first and started heating water in our electric kettle for some French press coffee. We don’t usually travel without it.

Once it was ready, I threw on a pair of crimson satin pajamas, propped open our room door, and stepped out into the hallway. I leaned against the railing with my coffee, taking in the view of the entire hotel. Even up on the fifth floor, the smell of bacon and sausage drifted up from below which confirmed that the breakfast buffet was open. Thankfully, it was still early enough that the crowd was light.

Elise eventually joined me out on the railing in the hallway, after throwing on shorts, a shirt, and a sweatshirt. She is not a morning person, but she let me lead us downstairs anyway. We grabbed omelets from the egg station, and instead of sitting off by ourselves, I picked a table with a few other couples. Elise was a great sport about it.

Turns out, it was a pretty good decision.

That table was a blast. The couples were fun, easygoing, and great to talk to. We ate and chatted. Actual fun two-way conversations. I went back for seconds (hey! “free” breakfast), Now the atrium was packed and the omelet station line was about 20 people deep. I guess that’s because breakfast was turning into Bingo. 

Yes… Bingo.

It was silly, fun, and came with the chance to win vendor prizes. And it was free to play. We didn’t win anything, but we did witness one of the best upsets of the weekend.

The grand prize came down to a “dance-off” between a sexy woman and a guy I had talked to before. She went first and got the crowd going by stripping down to her bra and panties. It was a strong opening move and one that had the audience on her side.

The guy looked like he was done for, but his attitude and pure commitment turned it around. He leaned into it, stripped down to his underwear, and just owned the moment. The crowd flipped to his side when he stuck his butt out and shook it with gusto, and he walked away with the win.

It was hilarious in the best way. The crowd went wild like he had just scored the winning touchdown at the World Series… or some other sports ball reference. 😉 

After breakfast and Bingo, we headed back to the room to shower, put on some music, and just relax. We hung out until about noon before deciding to check out the vendor row.

Bonus surprise while looking at all the goods: Discovering there was a free walking taco bar.

I may have had two servings and zero regrets.

While we were browsing, we noticed that the pool party was starting and it went from a handful of people to wall-to-wall bodies in no time. We considered changing into swimsuits… but the lobby was so unbelievably cold that we were actively wishing for more layers, not fewer.

We even saw people walking around in winter jackets.

Not exactly pool party energy.

We thought about going for a walk or heading out to one of the many stores located around the hotel, but when we got back to the room and looked outside, we saw rain… and then looking closer, I realized it was sleet.

In late April.

That settled that. It was a perfect day to stay inside. 

Elise skipped out on the walking tacos, so she heated up one of the chicken thighs I had prepped for dinner, grabbed her Kindle, and settled in to read. I scrolled through the event group chat and tried (unsuccessfully) to track down Julia’s Telegram profile. After a bit of frustration, I gave up and went back out into the hallway to people-watch from the railing and listen to the music that was pumping out from the DJ’s booth down below.

I had only been out there a few minutes when my phone went ding! 

It was Julia. 

Julia: Thanks for hanging out last night. Love your and Elise’s vibe and energy!

Me: I was going through all the accounts looking for you both. I would love to hang again with you both today if the stars line up. Or I make the heavens move to make that happen. (smooth 🙂 ) 

Julia: Yes. The stars aligning is part of it all for sure! And we can make it happen without moving the heavens! We got this!

(She’s giving me action. This is fun!) 

Check out this super witty reply. 

ME: I guess all the real fun happens down below. (Multiple meanings there) 

Julia reacted with a laughing emoji and then asked what room number we are in and inquired if they could come over in a bit. I agree and let Elise know that we would be having company. (FYI: that was our actual chat transcript in case you’re thinking to yourself, you could never be so bold) 

James and Julia stopped by shortly after, and we all just… talked. No pressure, no expectations, just a genuine get-to-know-you moment and an easy connection. Honestly, it made the night before feel even better. They seemed like they were our kind of people. 

They stayed the perfect amount of time, no awkwardness, just a smooth “see you later.” And that “later” had potential.

Feeling energized by the text exchange, I grabbed Elise by her belt loops and playfully dragged her onto the bed while she giggled and mock-protested. “Oh noes!” she pretended to cry out. “You’re taking off my pants! Oh, what ever shall I do?”

Spoiler alert. I took off her pants. 

Saturday night

After our “nap” or more accurately, my nap, it was around 5 p.m. The room crawl started at 6, with the main party kicking off at 8. We decided to eat early, do the crawl, then come back and take our time getting ready instead of rushing like we usually do.

Dinner was simple but perfect. On Thursday night, I had brined and cooked a large batch of chicken thighs and brought enough for two meals, along with a container of lemon garlic rice, and some microwaved frozen peas. Honestly, a solid pre-game meal that wasn’t take-out, considering what the night would involve. We ate before we both got hangry, which is where we usually have our biggest blow-ups. Mission accomplished. 

Afterward, we dressed in some “sexier” clothes, filled our water bottles with cocktails, and hit the room crawl.

Just like I had mentioned earlier, the creativity was next-level. Some rooms looked like they took hours to build. We had some great shots… and a few absolutely terrible ones. We ran into friends, but everyone kept heading in different directions. A theme that would repeat throughout the night.

We also caught Julia and James with a few of their friends briefly, but again… different paths. A quick “see you later,” and we kept moving.

Eventually we had our fill of jello shots and we made our way back to the room to get ready for the main party event, which the theme was Sexy Cat Cosplay. 

And that’s where the self-doubt crept in.

We weren’t exactly sober at this point, and suddenly both of us started second-guessing our theme night outfits, especially Elise. She hadn’t tried everything on together before, and the layering process was… involved.

Piece by piece, it came together, white and pink satin panties, garter belt with bows, sooo many bows and bells, thigh-high stockings, layered skirts, and then the crinoline and hoop skirt… which nearly derailed everything. And she still had an overbust corset and dozens of accessories to put on. 

She thought it was too much and it would make her look ridiculous. 

I knew it was exactly what made the outfit shine. I knew the hoop skirt would take her outfit from overly cute to peek-a-boo sexy. 

After some reassurance (and a promise I would never let her leave the room looking ridiculous), she committed.

And wow… it paid off.

Her Marie, the white kitten from the Disney movie, The Aristocats-inspired outfit was absolutely stunning, cute, playful, and just the right amount of sexy. The hoop skirt gave it that over-the-top flair that turned heads everywhere.

Me?

I went full Tony the Tiger.

Skin-tight tiger bodysuit, oversized red bandana, 3D-printed “They’re Grrreat!” sign, hand-painted tiger mask, claws, the whole thing. I’ll admit, I had my own doubts.

Was it too goofy? Not sexy enough? Will I be made fun of behind my back? 

Too late now. 

The second we stepped into the hallway to take some pictures, though, the compliments started rolling in—from both men and women. Her confidence was restored.

Downstairs in the thick of the party, the reaction was even stronger. People noticed Elise immediately, with her playful skirt movements, the flashes of stockings, garter belt and her cute butt, the way she leaned into the cat character. When guys saw the stockings and garter belt, they would bite their lower lip and twist their head downwards trying to get a better view. 

We bounced between groups of friends, but connections kept slipping away. When we saw Julia and James again, something seemed slightly… off. They stepped away for drinks and sadly we didn’t see them again for the rest of the night. 

It was disappointing, but we pushed forward. Maybe it was something I said or did. Or something that I didn’t do. Maybe I needed to be more forward like Craig was yesterday. Maybe it was something else entirely. 

The costume contest was announced, and we lined up. I thought our biggest competition was a guy in an insanely detailed milkman costume, complete with milk bottle props and a “business in the front, chaos in the back (torn-up material and fake blood, obviously done by a cat)” reveal.

We gave it our best shot… But we lost.

Apparently to Catwoman and Batman… or more specifically, what Catwoman revealed on stage.

I tried to compete by unzipping my bodysuit all the way down and pulled the material apart a la Clark Kent/Superman style to show off my chest. 

It did not have the same effect.

Elise pointed out that her corset situation made that particular move… not possible.

Still, we got a decent reaction from the crowd and more than a few people told us we were robbed. The DJ even gave me props for showing off my chest. I know we didn’t have the sexiest costumes, though, personally I still think the Milkman deserved to win. Sex beats out cute and fun. I need to remind myself of who the audience is. We’re at an adult lifestyle party after all. 

That felt like our peak for the night, so we headed back to the room to change into something simpler.

I messaged Julia that we were missing them. She replied quickly, saying they were grabbing drinks. I mentioned I was making espresso martinis as a not-so-subtle hint.

Elise was running on fumes and after she changed out of her corset and multi layers of skirts into a sheer white and pink nightgown which matched her lingerie perfectly, was beginning to crash hard. 

While I waited for the coffee to be ready, I switched into something more comfortable, black faux leather shorts and a black zip up pvc shirt. 

Elise drank up her French press coffee version of an espresso martini and thankfully the caffeine hit fast.

Second-wind activated and back downstairs we went.

After dancing some more, we wandered into the impact room, where Elise was curious about trying something else new… Specifically to her backside. She wanted to be either spanked or flogged by someone with mad skillz. That didn’t quite happen, but we did witness an impressively spirited adorable “puppy brat” girl getting thoroughly… disciplined.

It was entertaining and intense, but she kept looking and sounding cute all throughout. There were times that WE winced at the sound of the impact, when she just let out an adorably cute, yip and just smiled back or batted her eyelashes at her master. Her butt must have changed several shades right before our eyes. 

We started to realize that this puppy training scene was not going to end anytime soon and it was getting late, maybe 2:30 a.m., so we decided exactly how we wanted to end the night.

Back to the playrooms.

After a brief, slightly tipsy navigation challenge, we found our way in with help from friends. We ended up sharing space with these friends, separate, but side by side.

And then… one of those moments happened.

From my perspective, I was focused on Elise, completely in our own world. Her delicious stocking covered legs were over my head and when I came up for air, I realized she was now kissing, not the husband, but the wife of our friends. Not a quick peck either… something much deeper, more intentional, more raw. Very similar to what occurred on our trip at Desire Pearl, but there was no danger of me drowning here. Well… 😉 

And just behind us, there was a FMF trio that were very very into each other. The positions they arranged themselves in… chef’s kiss. 

It was surreal. It was magical. 

Intimate. Charged. A little unreal.

One of those moments you just… take in and try to mentally record for later. 

We eventually “finished” around the same time as our friends, shared a few quiet laughs, said our good-byes, and made our way out.

At the elevator, a woman smiled and commented on my hair, which apparently was standing straight up.

Then she pointed out Elise’s hair on the back of her head, which was also going straight up.

She said it looked like we just had some really great sex. We took it as a fantastic compliment or badge of honor especially in the lifestyle world, and said, “Yes. Yes it was”.

Back to the room.

That night, we slept much better.

Sunday morning

We barely made it to breakfast before it closed. I still managed to get coffee going, and this time we sat quietly, just the two of us.

No pressure. No socializing.

Just… calm and smiles. 

We ate in comfortable silence, both of us processing the weekend in our own way.

Then my phone’s notification dinged again.

Julia. 

She explained that her and James had accidentally fallen asleep during their “quick” drink break. Honestly, relatable. I reassured her, no hard feelings since that almost happened to us as well. I mentioned we were downstairs still eating breakfast, but kept expectations low.

And then…

Perfect timing.

As we were clearing our plates, they walked over.

We shared a long hug and kisses, a proper goodbye this time, and promises to stay in touch.

And somehow, that simple moment made everything feel complete. It was maybe a small ego boost and a relief that staying true to ourselves had been a positive experience. Though I’m absolutely sure Elise was a big part of that too.

When we parted ways, Don’t You (Forget About Me), by Simple Minds started playing from the DJ’s speakers. I then turned around right and spied Julia looking back at me longingly. I then kissed two fingers and held them in the air longingly like I was saluting Katniss from the Hunger Games. 

…OK ok. I made that entire last paragraph up. ;P 

Packing up did feel easier after saying goodbye. 

Not rushed. Not heavy. Not wondering if there was a missed connection. 

Just… full.

Because weekends like this aren’t just about the wild moments or the stories you get to tell later.

They’re about connection.

And this one?

This one reminded us exactly why we keep coming back.

Though… if you don’t have any wild stories worth telling, then maybe you are doing something wrong.