Bliss in February… a little cooler outside…
but inside… it heated up fast.
Smaller vibe… easier connections…
and somehow… everything felt just a little more relaxed… and a little more real.
If you missed this one…
February 2027 is already calling your name.
So here we are… finally on board… hovering in that strange cruise limbo where you’ve checked in, surrendered your dignity, and now wait politely for a room key like it’s Willy Wonka’s golden ticket.
Our luggage?
Still sightseeing at the dock.
Hopefully living its best life… before reuniting with us and our questionable decisions.
We deliberately left the handcuffs at home… because apparently extension cords and six-way plugs trigger a full-scale maritime security event.
Confiscated.
Flagged.
Probably interrogated under a bright light.
Which raises a very practical question…
How exactly are we supposed to reposition vibrators around the room with no power strips?
Judy says battery-operated toys lack enthusiasm.
Her words… not mine.
I value my continued survival.
Food has been located.
Friends have been hugged.
Room is ready.
It’s 2 p.m.…
and people are already naked in our cabin.
The playrooms aren’t open yet…
so apparently our room has been promoted to “interim entertainment venue.”
We’ll try to restrain ourselves…
just for you.
No promises.
Until later…
Be good… or be horny…
Honestly, both are solid vacation strategies.
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Okay… I may have jumped the gun with that earlier post. But I was excited.
Let’s rewind to departure.
Once everyone boarded and the captain finished whatever mysterious paperwork captains finish… we finally slipped out to sea. Fort Lauderdale, 4 p.m.… and somehow still not cracking 70 degrees outside.
Inside the ship?
A solid 110 heat… courtesy of leather, latex, corsets, boots, and optimism.
Oddly, though, the ship itself seemed committed to refrigeration. Drafts everywhere. Chilly corridors. Either they’re piping in Arctic air… or someone left a few exterior doors open.
Yes… you can be naked by the pool once we’re three miles out.
Judging by the layers of clothing I saw… that freedom might remain largely theoretical.
Sunshine… plenty.
Wind… enthusiastic.
Seas… a lively six to eight feet.
The ship rocked.
Not the fun, rhythm-of-the-night rocking…
More the hold-your-drink-and-walk-like-a-drunk rocking.
Around the ship, energy everywhere. Music spilling from every corner. Meet-and-greets. Playrooms being assembled like adult LEGO sets. Smiling faces… even the ones pretending they weren’t cold.
We gathered at the Schooner Bar for drinks with friends. Innocent flirting…
…which lasted about eight seconds.
Everyone drifting into their preferred soundtrack:
EDM thumping in one direction
Piano Bar classics in another
Mark Maze doing acoustic magic somewhere in between
Honestly… the best of everything.
We rotated through outfit changes like a Broadway production staged entirely from bar stools… then marched off to dinner in Cascades.
And wow…
Either the freezer doors were wide open…
…or Cascades doubles as cold-storage for beef on board.
You could practically see your breath.
Important detail:
Most women were wearing outfits containing roughly the fabric equivalent of a decorative napkin.
Let’s just say…
Headlights.
Everywhere.
A visual perk I fully support.
After dinner, we explored the playrooms. Yes… plural. Bliss does not dabble in half-measures.
Couples-only rooms
BDSM room
Outdoor play space
Entire Solarium
And the “everyone welcome” Colony Club
Single males
Single females
Couples
Throuples
…which would be us this trip.
No clothing restrictions.
We toured Colony Club. Beautiful setup. Plenty of space. Plenty of couches.
Ten minutes after opening…
Action already underway.
Clothing?
Optional.
Modesty?
Strongly discouraged.
And if privacy is your thing…
Playrooms may not be your sanctuary.
Voyeurs everywhere… lounging comfortably, observing like Olympic judges critiquing your techniques.
We narrowly missed the balloon drop marking the official opening of the Bliss cruise. Did catch the aftermath… balloons popping, people laughing, chaos in full swing.
From there… hypnosis show.
Funny?
Yes.
Sexy funny?
Not quite.
Recurring Irish Riverdance bit though…
one gentleman nearly claimed the stage as his ancestral homeland.
Now…
The Bliss App.
Performance varies wildly.
Mine works perfectly.
Judy’s?
Let’s just say it might be easier for her to call Mars directly and update Musk on shipboard developments.
Not that he needs help making babies… but practice never hurts.
That said… the app did its job.
We connected with a couple we already knew… also a throuple on this sailing. Extended an invitation to join us in our cabin.
Two of the three arrived.
We opened the door naked…
which tends to accelerate decision-making.
Clothing vanished.
Cabin space… limited.
Creativity… not.
We successfully filled everything we wanted to fill.
Bliss had officially begun.
Be naughty.
Have fun.
And don’t do anything we wouldn’t do…
Which leaves you a remarkable amount of flexibility.
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Until tomorrow… ☠️
We pulled into Nassau at 8 a.m.…
and Mother Nature greeted us like an ex with unresolved issues.
It was a blistering 58 degrees.
Windy.
Unapologetic.
I’m fairly confident even an aggressive hair braiding wouldn’t have kept Judy warm.
Scientific estimate… not field tested.
The locals looked chilly.
We are certainly underprepared.
Apparently none of us packed "like it's February in Toronto.”
If you’ve never been to Nassau… lovely people…
but let’s be honest.
It’s a shopping stop.
Yes, you could probably buy a sweatshirt.
Turning into a human popsicle to acquire it did not rank high on Judy’s vacation priorities.
Decision made…
We stayed on the ship.
Reports later trickled in from those who went ashore:
“It was great!”
Of course it was.
They were from Wisconsin and Canada.
Onboard life continued.
Hot tubs open…
but swimsuits required while in port.
Rules are rules.
Three miles out to sea…
then clothing becomes optional and enthusiasm increases dramatically.
We didn’t make it three miles…
but
The Solarium playroom opened at noon.
Technically indoors.
Technically naked.
Lunch found us in the Windjammer,
since the dining room was closed.
We expected empty.
We got… not empty.
Apparently cold weather drives everyone inside…
toward food… warmth… and questionable decisions.
Daytime activities rolled on:
Hall Pass meet and greet
followed by a dedicated play area.
Poolside fun for the brave souls wearing bikinis designed like parkas.
And of course…
The Bliss app.
Because nothing says modern romance like scheduling a hot date
while wrapped in a blanket burrito.
Let it be known…
Staying onboard does not mean surrendering the day.
You still have:
A cabin.
A lockable door.
And the freedom to be gloriously underdressed.
We attempted an afternoon nap…
Adorable concept.
Three naked people in one bed quickly downgraded “nap”
to “strategic horizontal socializing.”
Later…
Topless Travel meet and greet.
Lovely crowd.
Great energy.
New friends acquired.
Then…
Full Swap meet and greet.
More conversations.
More smiles.
More future plans forming at dangerous speed.
Dinner with the group followed.
Upstairs dining room.
Warmer.
Significantly happier wives were able to take off the three sweaters they were wearing.
Layer by layer…
Morale improved.
Several adventurers marched off to the male / almost female review.
But glowing reviews returned.
The adult comedian took the stage next.
Judy attended... and loved it.
Our roommate and I…
Found alternative entertainment.
A very lovely lady helped ensure the evening remained productive.
When Judy returned…
Let’s just say…
No one complained about the cabin temperature.
Eventually…
Sleep won.
Barely.
So yes…
We still haven’t officially “played” in the playrooms.
But trust me…
Our cabin has evolved into a highly efficient
multi-purpose recreational facility.
Tomorrow…
We take initiative.
A playroom will be honored with our presence... somewhere.
Have fun.
Be horny.
Stay naked.
Until tomorrow…
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Until tomorrow… ☠️
We started the day like seasoned cruise rebels… late.
Breakfast didn’t happen until 10 a.m.
Somewhere between coffee and carbs we discovered the main dining room was serving brunch.
We tested it… purely for research purposes.
Verdict?
We’re going back tomorrow.
Next stop… outside playroom.
When we found the place, it looked less like seduction central
and more like a nap lounge.
Not exactly buzzing…
unless you count snoring.
So we pivoted to Couples Speed Dating.
Three minutes to learn everything about another couple…
Names
Vibes
Intentions
And whether pants or panties might come off later.
Let’s be honest…
Three minutes isn’t enough time to cook an egg…
yet here we are, speed-interviewing for chemistry.
We met several couples brand new to Bliss…
and even newer to the lifestyle.
Wide-eyed
Curious
Adorably overwhelmed.
But honestly…
there’s no better classroom than this ship.
As everyday, Poolside chaos, courtesy of Party Marc from Topless Travel.
Today’s feature presentation… Car Wash Day.
No vehicles involved.
Ladies lined up in two glorious rows facing each other with soaped up tatas…
gentlemen queued like it was Black Friday.
Suds
Multiple tatas
And enthusiastic participation.
The line grew so long a few innocent bystanders thought it was the buffet…
and joined before realizing this rinse cycle required zero clothing.
Soon after… foam party in the Solarium playroom.
Yes… foam.
Yes… pool.
Yes… things happening under the bubbles.
If you found someone interesting…
and the interest was mutual…
you migrated to one of the nearby beds.
Only challenge?
Exiting warm foam into cool air.
Nothing like a brisk reminder of the shrinkage factor.
Later… full swap meet and greet.
Heavy on the greet… lighter on the meet.
We chatted with a few lovely couples…
but no one triggered the
“pack up, you’re coming to our room” reaction.
Fairly sure Judy and I received identical evaluations.
With two breakfasts behind us…
lunch quietly disappeared from the schedule.
Dinner, however, could not arrive fast enough.
By 6 p.m. we were seated.
French night.
Judy reunited with her snails… again.
True love wears many disguises.
Dinner was calm… just the three of us.
A rare pause to reflect on the week so far.
Verdict…
excellent choices
with a sprinkle of beautifully questionable ones.
Because it was still early…
We surrendered to the most underrated cruise strategy:
The nap.
Late nights
Minimal sleep
Relentless Bed-Chasing Olympics…
It catches up with you.
We’ve been competing aggressively in the
“Make Her Orgasm” division.
Judy’s training program has been intense.
Medal results pending… Friday announcement expected.
Evening entertainment… hypnosis show.
“E-I-E-I-O” absolutely stole the spotlight.
One participant became convinced hands were pinching her.
Another twist…
Shake their hand on the way out…
instant theatrical orgasm.
Nice touch.
And finally…
back to the Colony Club playroom.
Loose rules
Lively crowd
Front-row spectators everywhere.
This room provides immediate feedback.
Smiles… encouraging.
Thumbs-up… flattering.
Lingering observers… even better.
We’re not assigning a performance score…
but let’s just say…
There were approving nods.
That wrapped the night.
Back to the cabin.
Sleep… essential.
Recovery… mandatory.
Tomorrow is the final day.
Judy’s medal ceremony approaches.
Be fun.
Always naked.
And remember…
Panties just get in the way.
Stay tuned for more shenanigans.
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Last day of the cruise… and apparently we decided sleep was optional.
5:30am kicked off with some enthusiastic bed-chasing… all three of us… cardio before coffee. Then a good friend stopped by for what can only be described as a “drive-by BJ.”
How much better can a morning get?
Brunch in the main dining room followed. Far less table-jockeying than the Windjammer… and I can order tomato juice like a civilized adult.
At this point I’ve been drained… and juiced.
Near perfect balance.
It’s a sea day… seminars, pool games, sunshine finally cooperating. High 70s, actual tropical vibes. Noticeably more skin around the nude pool… noticeably fewer sweatshirts. Amazing what 10 degrees will do for courage.
They brought back the foam party… rebranded it “Dance and Play.” Huge turnout. Even with the occasional shrinkage factor outside the pool, spirits remained high… even if other things didn’t.
Meet and greets late in the week lose a little zing. We still go… but by now it’s mostly the same lovely faces from earlier days. Wonderful people. Many we’d happily invite to our bedroom. But if they haven’t wandered in by Day 4… odds are they’re just waving from the hallway.
Dinner tonight with a big group of friends. No snails… Judy will have to wait for the next cruise to live her escargot fantasy.
Many headed to the burlesque show afterward and loved it. We’ve seen plenty over the years… just not our thing. Instead, we finished packing, took a strategic nap… and waited for the playroom traffic to get better.
Final stop: the Solarium playroom. Couples only. Four of us inside. Despite the body heat, Judy claimed it was chilly. She warmed up quickly once the bed activity began. If there were Olympic medals for enthusiasm and endurance… she’s standing on the podium.
Interesting observation… in the couples room, most people stayed with their own partners. Nothing wrong with that… just different than what we expected. Every cruise has its own personality.
We wrapped the night back in our cabin… satisfied, smiling, slightly sleep deprived.
Bliss called this sailing a “Sampler.”
We agree. A tasty little preview… just enough to remind you why you come back for seconds.
We sold a few copies of Forever Isn’t Boring… and we’ve been getting some fantastic Amazon reviews. If you’ve read it, thank you. If not… you probably know someone who should.
We’ll be back in April for Bliss… then rolling straight into Hedo on May 2nd. Yes, we’re fortunate. Yes, we travel a lot. But what keeps us coming back isn’t just the fun… it’s the people.
Because of these posts, we get stopped all over the ship. We love the conversations… even with the ones who may never visit our cabin.
So here’s the takeaway…
Have all the fun you can.
Keep your bed warmer than necessary with more bodies than necessary.
And live your best life.
We certainly are.
