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I grew up in Brevard County, Florida, back when there were plenty of deserted beaches to go skinny-dipping and I made regular use of them. But I had never been to a nudist resort. The first time I visited one was seven years ago when my then-husband and I went to an AANR affiliated nudist club, Glen Eden Sun Club in California, after deciding to try nude recreation.
Like most women, I was concerned I didn’t look good enough to take my clothes off, especially in front of strangers. I thought my thighs were too big, my stomach pooched a little and I was no longer the 20-year-old who used to rock a string bikini at the public beach.
My husband took his clothes off right away with no problem. His body was not perfect either (whose is unless you’re Gisele Bundchen or David Beckham?) but that didn’t seem to bother him. He got right into the spirit of things. I walked beside him in my t-shirt and shorts.
Then I started to notice that people were being very friendly to him but acted a little more reserved toward me. So I decided to just go for it. Pretty soon I was talking to everyone, and I met some of the nicest people I’ve ever met that weekend. And I had a great time! I haven’t looked back since.
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My first experience was similar..with all the misgivings, but I’m the guy. My wife was expressing the same misgivings, but we forged ahead. It was soooo easy to make friends that before the end of our first visit to White Tail Park in Ivor, VA she was making reservations for the next weekend.
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A naked bungy jump looks like a good opportunity for nudists. This is the 5th year they are doing it.
I only got into nudism full-time this last summer while working in my backyard, though I’d sunbathed nude in the past, until my wife broke down over concerns the neighbors might call the police (we have a walled-in backyard her Las Vegas). But, since I made the plunge last summer I’ve decided to never go back. Unfortunately, so far at least, my wife has not decided to join me in this great lifestyle.
I did succeed in getting our 36-year old daughter to get naked with me twice while her mom was not present and she’s been semi-nude and fully nude coming out of the shower and getting ready for work since, all while her mom’s at work. However, she’s not committed to going nude at home (she doesn’t live with us) nor nude outside yet. I pan to continue going nude in her presence every opportunity I get, since she says she’s okay with it. (Again, her mom doesn’t know, which I hate. However, I tried once walking in front of both once with my robe open. According to my daughter, her mom said if I ever did it again, she’d “kill” me.
With what I’ve read here and elsewhere about ladies quickly finding comfort with their own bodies in the presence of others at resorts and beaches, I think it’s really time to try to get my wife to join me in checking out either/or at the first opportunity.
I look forward to reading more both from you, Randall, and the lady who posted this first post here.
I hope more will join in the discussions. You can read more about my experience, if you wish, elsewhere on this site (sorry, I can’t recall the section except to say it’s a place for people to tell about their naudist/naturist experiences) under “Hi, I’m Jim of Las Vegas.
EDitor, I’d appreciate your help in identifying the site. My log in name is {removed by author request}.
For several years I have been working with the NUDE life style at home. Recently I discovered outdoor nudity. I only do it at night, as in my neighborhood (a mobile
home park) it could bring me much grief. But that doesn’t stop me from the joy of
walking outdoors nude while using extreem caution. I find that the need to feel
the cool night air on my entire body, is so strong that I have a hard time with the
slow clock. Waiting for a time when I can get that feeling. Fortunatly my girlfriend
doesn’t mind it when after the 10:00pm news I strip off and spend the rest of the evening
nude. She enjoys the view. I am working on her to get her to do the same but so far no
luck. I will not give up until I get her to try it more then once so that she gets the
fantastic feeling and relaxed feeling being nude brings out in a person. Being nude rocks.
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What's the appeal to being nude?
Why not just wear a bathing suit? Is it really that different? The Oregonian/OregonLive ask men and women at nude beaches and resorts what's the appeal to nudism.

Carolyn Hawkins' husband asked her to go to a nudist resort with him. Sorry, she told him, but no thank you.
After much pleading and convincing, she reluctantly agreed to go with him to Cypress Cove, a nudist resort in central Florida, but she refused to take her clothes off while they were there. On that point, she was resolute.
Hawkins had seen nudity like many American still see it today - as something to do in the privacy of your home, certainly not around other people and definitely not in public - but today she's a full-blown nudist, working full-time to promote the joys of nudity.
Hawkins now works as the public relations coordinator for the American Association of Nude Recreation. It's her job, literally, to spread the good word on nudism - often also called naturism - to people who might have the same fears that once kept her from going bare.
Her own turning point came on the tour of Cypress Cove, when she finally met the people there.
"During that tour everybody was speaking, everybody spoke, 'Hi, how are you? Welcome to Cypress Cove,'" Hawkins recalled. "I thought, 'You know what? Maybe this isn't so bad after all."
The people at the resort were much like the people at many nudist resorts around the country. They were friendly, warm and not pushy about Hawkins' discomforts. She and her husband sat down and chatted with another couple, there with their two kids. After hearing them out, she was convinced: she would give nudism a try.
"It went uphill from there," she said.
At the end of the day she and her husband bought memberships at Cypress Cove. Later she got a part-time job there. Then she moved into the nude resort, where she and her husband raised her 3-year-old grandson.
It sounds astonishing, but in reality that kind of 180-degree turnaround isn't so unusual among nudists.
Dave Arter, a board member of Oregon's own Squaw Mountain Ranch - the state's oldest nude resort - said he didn't try it until he was in his 50s, but he hasn't turned back since he first went bare.
"It's a sense of freedom, a sense of being one with whatever it is, in being in whatever environment that you're in," he explained. "The thing that sets nudism apart is that most people are uncomfortable with it."
Part of it is cultural, he said. Nudity is viewed as silly at best or sinful at worst by large segments of the American public. Europe, by comparison, is largely considered to be much more lenient about public display of unclothed bodies.
"That's one of the features of our cultural heritage," Arter said. "You've been taught that it's wrong."
And while some Americans have been attempting to walk back objections to nudity lately - see the Free the Nipple movement, the nurse-in protests or the World Naked Bike Ride - there's still overwhelming opposition to showing bare skin in public.
For recreational nudists, all the fuss is over nothing.
"Being nude is the best feeling I've had and it's just such a free feeling," Hawkins said. "It's just the best feeling one could ever feel, and I would encourage anyone to try it."
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“Wait! Come quick! There's an orgie happening on that other balcony!” my sister shouted to me, pointing to an enthusiastic group of hotel guests below us. At first she thought just one woman was receiving oral sex, but upon further inspection, we saw there were actually four couples going at it in various positions (and vigorously at that!) in the waning afternoon light.
Did we go inside? Of course not. We sat on our suite’s balcony at Desire Resort, finishing what was left of our chicken caesar salads and watched. “Can you switch seats with me,” I asked. “You have a better view. I think they’re all moving over to the lawn chairs.”
An orgy in the middle of the afternoon? Where does one find such magic?
Desire. Desire is a place people go to get naked. A nudists’ paradise. A haven of the unclad couples. I was invited to bring my boyfriend down to Desire Riviera Maya and Desire Pearl (opens in new tab) for five days during Swinger’s Month. When you write about sex for a living, people want you to go on trips to nudist resorts, fetish conventions (opens in new tab) , and leather parties. It is basically in the job description. I should probably add it to my LinkedIn.
The only problem? After I’d committed to the trip, my boyfriend and I broke up in a gruesome, ugly way (opens in new tab) . The clear solution was not to cancel my trip, but to instead bring along my sister, Scarlett. Who wouldn’t want to go to a nudist resort in Mexico with their sister, amirite?
Just me enjoying a soak in our private jacuzzi at Desire Riviera Maya.
My sister and I are very close. Two years younger than I am, she and I do everything together and tell each other everything. Scarlett, a curator as a museum in the Chicago area, is a bit more conservative than I am (the bar is very low, keep in mind), but is always up for an adventure. When I asked her if she wanted to go to a nudist resort in Mexico with me, she immediately texted back, “YES! I WOULD LOVE TO!” along with her passport information. We were both ready to let loose and have a good time.
We arrived at Desire Riviera Maya near Cancun, and were greeted with champagne by the hotel's concierge and manager. We sipped our drinks, as they explained the rundown of the hotel's rules and events, then were escorted to our room by our personal butler (yes, personal butler). It was luxe , with a giant personal jacuzzi, an expansive rainforest shower, and immaculate marble floors. There were super aggressive Kama Sutra paintings (like, legit a penis going into the vagina of a woman in a pretzel shape), but I didn’t mind much at all. I stripped immediately. I love being naked. After a few days at Desire, I never want to swim in a bathing suit again.
There were actually four couples going at it in various positions—and vigorously at that!
Scarlett seems comfortable with nudity at home, but I wasn’t sure how she’d be at the resort. But she was on Team Naked as soon as the bubbles hit her bloodstream, running right out the sliding glass doors in the buff.
No one at Desire was awkward about the whole nude thing. You could be as naked or as not naked as you chose to be. We wandered the beaches and pools in sarongs, then would take them off when we got to our seating area. Most people just ambled around completely naked. We sat naked in our personal beachside cabana, swam naked in the ocean, and then afterward, popped naked into our personal Jacuzzi. (I’m not weird for taking a naked jacuzzi in my hotel suite with my sister. You’re weird.)
There is so much to do at this resort (and its sister resort, Pearl, more on that below). There are nightly theme-parties, a giant hot tub lounge where people have a lot of sex (note: I did NOT go in there because that is folliculitis waiting to happen), multiple restaurants, and a fabulous pool. The food is ridiculous. There are amazing restaurants at both resorts; cuisine varies from Italian to seafood. We had one of the most incredible bruschetta mix plates of our lives on this trip, along with lobster as the main course.
We drank approximately 76 glasses of champagne that day, then went to a lavish dinner of steak and chocolate. You can have as much food as you want. It’s all included. You do, however, have to wear clothes when dining at the restaurants. After dinner, we went back to our hotel room, drunk as lushes on spring break, and promptly passed out at 10pm.
When we finally got to socializing with the guests, it seemed like everyone's opening question was, “Are you two twins?” I’m rarely asked if Scarlett is my twin. We’re clearly sisters, but not twins. I’m a solid three inches shorter than she, with a different body-type. But we realized why everyone wanted to know—it was because we were a fantasy. Such is life.
Bathtime in our penthouse suite at Desire Pearl.
The second night we decided to have a three course meal by the sea—one of the many romantic and sensual add-ons available at Desire. This dinner was the only activity on the “Fantasy Menu” (opens in new tab) that would be remotely okay for sisters to do together. (One option was make-your-own-porno, wherein a real videographer would come and film you having sex with your partner.)
After our romantic dining experience, we made our way to the show on the main piazza. Desire puts on a show every evening and female guests seem to get very into the theme, dressing in sexy costumes and mesh clothing. The true spectacle was not the highly talented pole dancer, however, nor the feather bikini clad strippers, but Lisa, a very drunk, very exuberant hotel guest. Lisa volunteered for everything. She climbed into a prop bathtub and had champagne drank out of her snatch. “Hello, yeast infection,” Scarlett stated, matter-of-factly, over her glass of wine.
But more impressive even than Lisa, was a couple in their mid-seventies. Both card carrying members of the AARP, the woman had her breasts completely out of a top that ended just beneath them. Her seemingly demure husband wore a fanny-pack, cargo shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt. He smoked a Winston Churchill pipe before promptly striding over to do a champagne shot off of Lisa’s thigh.
Following the evening’s scheduled entertainment, at the discotech, we met an awesome couple, whom I'll refer to as Bernie and Sheila. They go to Desire and resorts like it on the regular. They are what the hotel manager would later tell me are, “Lifestylers.” We talked out on the discotech terrace for at least two hours. They regaled me with a story of a gang bang on a prior visit, during which Sheila serviced several men while Bernie watched. “We just bring along antibiotics and creams to be safe,” Bernie told me.
I learned nothing on this trip if not that penises are as unique as snowflakes.
Extremely hungover, Scarlett and I spent the next day swimming and sunbathing. Being in the pool at Desire was like being the human manifestation of Saturn, surrounded by a ring of dongs. It was a buffet of naked men, all with vastly varying penis sizes. I learned nothing on this trip if not that penises are as unique as snowflakes. The crown jewel of the pool scene was a rather rotund man in his sixties with a truly astonishing Prince Albert (a penis piercing, for the uninitiated).
After two nights at Desire Riviera, we were off to the second location: Desire Pearl, about 20 minutes away by taxi, on another part of the coast. This hotel is smaller and much more romantic, geared towards nudist couples who just want to be naked with themselves, rather than sex partying and swingers (though that is a component).
We were assigned the penthouse (I know, so bougie. We loved it). We had a terrace that overlooked the ocean, a marble bathtub that was basically invented for Instagram, and our own personal hot pool. The room averages $1300/night (prices vary, depending on availability). Not exactly the most humble of experiences, but certainly #blessed. I’m going to out on a limb here and assume the ocean view room we had at Desire Riviera Maya is more realistic, price-wise. An average ocean view room (depending on when you’re planning to visit) is about $470 per couple per night. A little up there, but this is an all-inclusive resort; all the food, drinks, and fun are free.
We began our stay with a couples massage from two sexy masseurs. The erotic fantasy music coming through the speakers was screaming, “This is a happy ending situation, Geej, buckle up.” I was panicke
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