Thirteen months ago, I agreed to uproot my life. And travel I did. So you can say I've tried to fill up my calendar with a year of firsts. From the moment my two friends and I checked in, we felt major imposter syndrome. Our check-in was one filled with smiles and confusion. That was a question we received quite a lot during our three-night stay. Throughout the stay, both staff and guests recognized us as the 'three single girls.
It was also very important for all guests to follow standard house rules. The most important and primary rule: no means no. In fact, upon our check-in, stickers were placed on both cameras to ensure that we had been following the rules.
Cocktail hours, mixers, day parties, and nightly festivities were all offered by the resort. Particularly meant for couples, the experience claims to revitalize and ease both physical and mental stressors by creating a warm and sensual environment.
There was also a rumor around the resort that a special box of "toys," wine, and half an hour of alone time was given at the end of your treatment. Additionally, the resort also offered an entire fantasy menu of options from food play, bondage, private strippers, and pole dancing classes. Given the extensive amount of sexy amenities offered by the luxury resort, the rooms at Desire Pearl surprised me. Anytime I can refuse to wear a bra, I do it.
While many were completely naked, it was interesting to speak to some of the women and discover they actually felt sexier and more comfortable leaving their bottoms on and going topless. It felt weirdly normal and comfortable. Like, having your boobs out was the same as showing off your ankles. They were total professionals. I always felt completely respected and comfortable.
