wind chills and tropical beaches

It’s bitterly cold here with windchills of -24. As is my habit, i take to daydreaming of warmer climes when we’re knee-deep in winter. The cold doesn’t slow down our activities, but my personal preference is to be able to step outside without requiring 3 layers of clothing, a parka and boots.

Master just recently booked flights to Mexico in January. Though i’ve traveled internationally quite a bit, i’ve never been to Mexico. But that won’t be the biggest part of our adventure. You see, Master S has booked us at an adult, clothing-optional all-inclusive resort. He’s been there before, but this will be my first time.

i told my very chatty sister that we were going to Mexico in January, and she eagerly suggested that she and her husband join us. When i told her that this is a clothing-optional place…there was silence. “Hello?  Hello?” “Ummm, maybe we can go to Vegas together instead sometime” she replied.

Being the conservative type, it’s actually a good thing that she doesn’t want to go. (she doesn’t know of our D/s arrangement) This resort allows for public sex in some areas and i don’t know of many people who’d be comfortable having family members around while doing “the wild thing”.

Going to a place like that has a lot of advantages. Primarily, it breaks up our winter. Also, there’s no need for layers of clothing, boots and assorted gear. One only has to remember tanning lotion, sunglasses and perhaps a good book. The resort provides all the towels, drinks and food you could possibly want.

So here i sit looking out at a wintry landscape, already anticipating the feel of sunshine on my skin and the freedom of being caressed sans clothing by Master. Dreaming of cabanas and relaxation.

For now though, I’ve got to find my missing glove. I know it’s around here somewhere…