It's been a week since our return from the fantasy island known as Temptation Resort (or as it's affectionately referred to as TTR among this fine group). We have a love hangover and longing to be back at TTR as both of us enjoyed a devil may care attitude throughout our first week back to reality. I wore my hair up, much like I did back at the resort, scrunched, wild and free. I wore summer dresses and flip flops, which could be construed as "too casual" for the office, but I didn't give a shit. I have also taken to sitting in the early morning sun each day before I have to get dressed for work by laying out and meditating by our pool for 15 minutes while completely nude. But the biggest thing for us since our return from TTR is the fact we are hotter for each other than ever before. For that reason alone, we will most definitely be back! First Day: before we left for TTR, Jeff learned by frequenting the Cancun Cares website is that it's the ladies who drive the party. Let's just say that all of the ladies I met while there did not disappoint. We went nuts the first night and I was definitely no exception. If I could remember the first night, I probably didn't enjoy myself. Second Day/Night: I noticed those same ladies who I partied with the night before, myself included, all walked a little slower the next day, maybe even didn't get out of bed until the sun was down the day after a rocking first night. My ass is naturally wired to wake up in the wee hours of the morning, 4:30/5 am, which I did wake up...and then I went back to sleep and got out of bed around 10/10:30. It was so awesome to sleep in that late and not have to be anywhere except downstairs at the Sexy Pool for smart cocktails and sun. Well, for me at least, it was the hair of the dog, some sun rays, and a good book by the pool. It was also during this time that Jeff said, "Take it OFF!" to me and my top. I'm naturally self-conscious about my body, but after a few margaritas in me and looking around at the different shapes and sizes of beautiful bodies, the top was gone. After the pool and the liberation of my titties for that even all over tan (look Ma, no tan lines!), we took a nap, got up, got dressed, went to dinner somewhere and got dressed for Paty'O's and the little black dress night. By that point, I was feeling tired and probably could've used an energy drink or something. The pool, the sun, the hair on the dog cocktails probably contributed to my lethargic state. Apparently the afternoon nap wasn't enough. So we didn't stay at Paty'O's that late. As a matter of fact, we met some nice people (Amy & Curtis) who recognized us from our avatar, but because I was so tired and lifeless, I probably came off bitchy. Thankfully, they were tearing it up (first night there) that they didn't even notice. We went back to the room, I went to bed, Jeff partied until 4 in the morning. Third Day/Night: It was Jeff's turn to hurt that day while I was bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready for more more sun, more pool, more drinks. He drank water while I drank and embraced my topless new self in the pool. We did our afternoon nap, got up to get dressed for our 5 pm senior citizen time slot dinner reservation at the Asian place. We chilled on the beach, took pictures, went back to the room, got ready for neon night at Paty'O's. I saw my twin, a sweet baby named Raelynn, wearing the same exact dress as me. We both rocked it, her with the nice big boobies, me with the nice big bootie. We didn't stay up too late since we had an all-day excursion at Chichen Itza (chicken pizza) the very next morning. Fourth Day/Night: We had to do something during our trip that we could actually share pictures with our folks back home. I mean, the no pic policy at TTR exists for a reason (very Chateau Marmont by the way, love it), so we fulfilled our PG-rated duty with the excursion. Plus, I've always wanted to visit the pyramids, so there you go, downpour be damned. The evening, however, was school girl night. I guess I pulled off both the school girl and nerd theme well. But my get-up was much hotter (no really, literally hot and sweaty) than I expected while on the dance floor. But that didn't stop me. A cool stiff drink in my hand put out that fire. I was just grateful my Mary Jane hooker heels did not kill my feet, so I kept dancing until I was overheated. Into the sports pool we went, stripped off my costume, down to the thong and enjoyed the company of the peeps there. Jeff grabbed a couple of the bathroom towels from our room, jumped out, grabbed a cheeseburger to go from the grill at Paty'O's and a Bloody Mary so that I didn't wake up in the morning with a wicked hangover. Fifth Day/Night: Same thing as the second and third day I'm sure which was a late breakfast, Sexy Pool quality time, nap, dinner reservations at the Italian place, only this time, we had the fantastic company of our new nice friends Amy & Curtis from Omaha, NE. Can't remember if we did after dinner drinks, but we had to have separated at some point to get ready for casino night at Nice Shoes/lingerie night. The rest of the evening was a blur. Sixth Day/Last Night: BOOBS CRUISE day! So if the previous evening being a blur was any indication how this morning started out, let's just say I was nervous that I might be too worse for the wear to be on a boat where I could potentially puke because I was feeling and looking a little green. But I'm a muthafuckin' gangsta and I said to myself, we added an extra day onto our trip to specifically do this cruise, I'M GOING. And I came alive the minute we walked the dock and saw the boat with those crazy fun bastards Chinos and Omar being our ringleaders for this circus. OMMuthafuckin'G - this cruise was the bomb! Three drinks are offered: beer, two cocktail concoctions called Pink Pussy (it's pink) and Orange Shit (it's orange). If your drink is even a little half way gone, the boys come by replace it with a full one. It is a rocking fun time, scheduled without feeling hassled and hurried. There were stops for snorkeling, lunch at Isla Mujeres, fun games, photo opps, skinny dipping and then back to TTR. It was the perfect ending to our sexy, sensual, drunken good time at TTR. If you don't do the Boobs Cruise, you haven't truly lived. And word of warning: if you're a pearl clutching, uptight, "Oh My!" type, first of all, you shouldn't be at TTR in the first place. But you definitely would not be able to handle the deliciously devilishly orgasmic hedonistic orgy that is the Boobs Cruise. Ahh, I can still taste that Pink Pussy! Seriously, everything else that happened once back at TTR was a naughty blur, but I'm sure I had a blast. Sexy Pool time, sexy times in the Sexy Pool (wink!). We went out big during a our last night there. We live in Vegas and that whole "What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas" thing doesn't even come close to Temptations. Having grown up in Vegas and yeah, once in awhile frequenting its many landmarks, clubs and bars, I have to say, Vegas is the pearl clutching old school marm compared to the come as you are, free to be me sexy Temptations. So what happens at Temptations stays in Temptations. Besides, you can't get TWO channels of 24-hour porn anywhere in Vegas without paying for it! There is nothing all-inclusive about Vegas pick-pocketing you no matter how many drink comps you get. She's a tease! Temptations is our kind of party girl!