“And where will you be staying while you’re in Mexico?”

I stare at the stern-faced Mexican customs agent, my exhausted mind whirling. We have to tell him where we’re going? Shit.

“Pearl. We’re staying at Desire Pearl,” my husband says. And I know I’m not imagining the smirk that appears on the agent’s face.

My face flames as we walk away. Good lord. How am I going to walk around naked all week if I can’t even tell someone where I’m going? This is going to be a disaster.

Flash forward a few days.

It’s well past my usual 10:30 bedtime. I’m sitting in the biggest hot tub you’ve ever seen, naked as the day I was born. And I’m 100% okay with it.

“Hop up on the edge,” my husband says. I look around me. Take in the dozens of naked people talking and laughing around us. Look back at my husband, and I don’t even have to ask what he’s thinking. It’s obvious.

What the hell.

I hop up on the warm tile and lean back. My husband kisses his way up my leg, eventually putting his tongue right where I want it. I should be tense. I should be embarrassed. But instead, I close my eyes and let the sensations wash over me, completely in the moment.

Another man hovers above me, kissing me tentatively. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I gasp out. Satisfied, he captures my mouth and kisses the hell out of me while my husband licks and sucks and…holy fuck this is amazing. An orgasm rips through me, catching me off guard with its intensity.

As I come down, I wrap myself around my husband, my heart still racing. “You okay?” he asks.

“A thousand percent. Are we okay?”

He grins and swoops in for a kiss. “Never better.”

And that, my friends, is the magic of Desire. Do you have to take your clothes off and get busy in public? Of course not. But if you do, no one will judge you. Encourage you, sure, but never judge.

I discovered a new side of myself. One that’s wild and free and completely unafraid to express her sexuality. I freaking adore her. And so does the hub.