Anyone going to Cancun? Good to know...
Two years ago, I tossed my bikini top aside and dove head-first into the world of adults-only clothing-optional resorts and (save for a few sunburns), never looked back.
It started with a visit to Temptation Resort — a sexy, topless-optional “playground for grownups” in Cancun. The trip arrived at a time when I didn’t even know I needed it. I’d recently come out as bisexual and the open-minded setting allowed me to become more comfortable with my body and explore my desires in a safe space where margaritas are aplenty and the concept of “clothing” is loosely defined.
When the opportunity to return presented itself, I didn’t think twice before packing my bags.
Everyone has their own reasons for visiting Temptation. Some guests come for the never-ending party vibe. Others enjoy the lack of tan-lines. You’ll also find couples who’ve come to explore their sexual fantasies, alongside folks who enjoy a free-spirited environment where anything can happen. As one woman told me, “my husband and I always have great sex when we’re here just imagining what everyone else is doing.”
My raison d’etre: I was seeking a #HotGirlSummer. Coined by rapper Megan Thee Stallion (real name Megan Pete), the hashtag #HotGirlSummer has spread like wildfire across the internet and inspired an eponymous hit single. According to Pete, “being a Hot Girl is about being unapologetically YOU, having fun, being confident, living YOUR truth, being the life of the party.”
While that sounds great, this summer has been more #not than #hot for me. Bogged down with work and family health issues, I haven’t dated in months. Something had to give. What better place to break a dating “fast” than a resort that likens itself to “spring break for adults”?
I found Temptation exactly how I left it, but with a few tweaks. There’s now a relaxing roof-top pool area (perfect for easing out of your bikini top on the first day). While the gift shop still sells lingerie and sex toys, boxes of Viagra were conspicuously absent this time around (intentional, I’m not sure). Most noticeably, the crowd seemed younger and more single, with several bachelorette parties taking up the dance floor each night.
On my second night, I decided to go all in. The theme was “lingerie” so I donned my favourite black negligee and swallowed my insecurities with a shot of tequila. At the party, I found myself surrounded by bodies of all shapes and sizes clad in satin, lace and leather. On the stage, groups of friends grinded and twerked, couples made out, and a middle-aged man in tighty whities danced like no one was watching, as his wife cheered him on.
Passing by the bar, I waved coyly at a hot couple I’d spotted at the pool. They waved back. Giddy, I returned to my room and took sexy selfies to commemorate the occasion.
My last night at the resort found me sprawled out in a cabana on the beach with the couple from the other night. Fireworks exploded over the Caribbean sea, as the man caressed my back and I gently kissed his wife. In that moment one thing was clear: whatever groove I’d lost was back, tenfold.
As women, there are few venues where we can be ourselves and express our sexuality without fear of negative repercussions. Whether your fantasy is to twerk up a storm on the dance floor, reinvigorate your sex life or simply wear that one swimsuit that’s always felt a little revealing, when you find a place where you can do all of these things with zero judgement it feels revelatory; magical even.
With a few hours to kill before my flight the next morning, I jumped in the ocean. Looking back at the shore, I noticed a group of millennial women in stylish swimsuits, taking turns posing for photos; their backs arched and butts expertly positioned to get the perfect shot.
As I waded back to shore, I smiled when heard one of the women instruct her friends, “now everyone say, Hot Girl Summer!” as she took a group photo. It confirmed what I’d suspected all along: that I wasn’t the only one who had (once again) found exactly what they needed that week.
https://torontosun.com/life/sex-files/sex-files-topless-optional-vacations
Two years ago, I tossed my bikini top aside and dove head-first into the world of adults-only clothing-optional resorts and (save for a few sunburns), never looked back.
It started with a visit to Temptation Resort — a sexy, topless-optional “playground for grownups” in Cancun. The trip arrived at a time when I didn’t even know I needed it. I’d recently come out as bisexual and the open-minded setting allowed me to become more comfortable with my body and explore my desires in a safe space where margaritas are aplenty and the concept of “clothing” is loosely defined.
When the opportunity to return presented itself, I didn’t think twice before packing my bags.
Everyone has their own reasons for visiting Temptation. Some guests come for the never-ending party vibe. Others enjoy the lack of tan-lines. You’ll also find couples who’ve come to explore their sexual fantasies, alongside folks who enjoy a free-spirited environment where anything can happen. As one woman told me, “my husband and I always have great sex when we’re here just imagining what everyone else is doing.”
My raison d’etre: I was seeking a #HotGirlSummer. Coined by rapper Megan Thee Stallion (real name Megan Pete), the hashtag #HotGirlSummer has spread like wildfire across the internet and inspired an eponymous hit single. According to Pete, “being a Hot Girl is about being unapologetically YOU, having fun, being confident, living YOUR truth, being the life of the party.”
While that sounds great, this summer has been more #not than #hot for me. Bogged down with work and family health issues, I haven’t dated in months. Something had to give. What better place to break a dating “fast” than a resort that likens itself to “spring break for adults”?
I found Temptation exactly how I left it, but with a few tweaks. There’s now a relaxing roof-top pool area (perfect for easing out of your bikini top on the first day). While the gift shop still sells lingerie and sex toys, boxes of Viagra were conspicuously absent this time around (intentional, I’m not sure). Most noticeably, the crowd seemed younger and more single, with several bachelorette parties taking up the dance floor each night.
On my second night, I decided to go all in. The theme was “lingerie” so I donned my favourite black negligee and swallowed my insecurities with a shot of tequila. At the party, I found myself surrounded by bodies of all shapes and sizes clad in satin, lace and leather. On the stage, groups of friends grinded and twerked, couples made out, and a middle-aged man in tighty whities danced like no one was watching, as his wife cheered him on.
Passing by the bar, I waved coyly at a hot couple I’d spotted at the pool. They waved back. Giddy, I returned to my room and took sexy selfies to commemorate the occasion.
My last night at the resort found me sprawled out in a cabana on the beach with the couple from the other night. Fireworks exploded over the Caribbean sea, as the man caressed my back and I gently kissed his wife. In that moment one thing was clear: whatever groove I’d lost was back, tenfold.
As women, there are few venues where we can be ourselves and express our sexuality without fear of negative repercussions. Whether your fantasy is to twerk up a storm on the dance floor, reinvigorate your sex life or simply wear that one swimsuit that’s always felt a little revealing, when you find a place where you can do all of these things with zero judgement it feels revelatory; magical even.
With a few hours to kill before my flight the next morning, I jumped in the ocean. Looking back at the shore, I noticed a group of millennial women in stylish swimsuits, taking turns posing for photos; their backs arched and butts expertly positioned to get the perfect shot.
As I waded back to shore, I smiled when heard one of the women instruct her friends, “now everyone say, Hot Girl Summer!” as she took a group photo. It confirmed what I’d suspected all along: that I wasn’t the only one who had (once again) found exactly what they needed that week.
https://torontosun.com/life/sex-files/sex-files-topless-optional-vacations
