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Continue reading →: What the hell should I wear?When we started planning our trip to Desire Pearl, I spent an inordinate amount of time worrying about my wardrobe. Especially considering you spend a large part of your day not wearing much at all. But, if you do a little research, the internet will tell you that dressing for…
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Continue reading →: It started with a kissWhen we walked into Desire, neither of us had so much as kissed another partner in decades. And honestly, I thought we’d walk out much the same. Not that we hadn’t talked about the possibility. We had. Extensively. Kissing, playing, full-on swapping… at Bruce’s insistence we talked about it all…
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Continue reading →: Do I really have to get naked?In the weeks leading up to our Desire trip, I agonized over the clothing optional aspect of it. I mean, in clothes, I look pretty great. But after three abdominal surgeries (including a c-section) and a 65-pound weight loss, well, things are far flabbier than I’d like. So I bought…
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Continue reading →: A vacation called desire“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…






