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Party girls don't waste time on romantic notions. We're hunting pleasure, excitement, and finding love is the last thing on our minds. No way am I shagging my host, who is basically a prostitute, when there's a paradise of hungry eyes waiting to explore mutual erotic fantasy. But sometimes, the person you thought was the least desirable turns out to be the right kind of naughty you didn't know you needed.

He said I was broken, frigid, and after two years of "plugging away" with no payout on my end, he'd had enough. Making love to me had become a chore. Our connection disappeared beneath a weighted blanket of failed attempts and constant disappointment. With nowhere to go, I turned to the one place that promised a happy ending. Broken people gather in the most unexpected places. I'd imagine most come to a place like this to explore all things of a hedonistic nature. I've got one goal: the first of many orgasms.

Losing everything has a way of messing with a girl's head, forcing her to seek comfort in the arms of a man she doesn't really want. I know this. In a fit of devastation, I hand my virginity off to another and then marry him, leaving the burning love of my life in ashes. But the thing about fire is that even among the ashes, ember burns, and all it takes is the perfect kindling to reignite a blazing inferno.

It’s been four, long, and painfully single years since my drunken hookup with Mr. Blue Eyes. His fading memory and unrealistic fantasies have sustained me thus far, but I’m lonely, tired of being the strong one while everything falls apart. After making a deal with my mom, I jump back into the dating pool and come up for air with Derek. He’s sexy, funny, sweet - everything I could possibly want in a man, both for myself and my daughter. For the first time in my life, I’m excited about the future.

Lusting after my husband is a gift, I don’t take it lightly, and I’m totally committed to the craft. With the lust, comes the green-eyed monster, a monster I hide from Eric at all costs. Enter Fiona and her six-inch pumps. She's determined to take what is mine without hesitation, but our marriage is everything to me. I won't go down without a fight.

Welcome to Desire by Design. No clothing beyond this point. When I imagined the vacation of a lifetime, it didn’t include a nude fetish resort. I foolishly assumed my bestie Jess and I would at least be wearing bikinis. This place is a hedonistic paradise, but I’m pretty sure I just walked through the gates of hell. At 23, I’m still a virgin, and an anomaly in a place like this. My innocence makes me vulnerable to all manner of pervs. Mason is my host for the week, my protector. He’s basically a prostitute and the world’s biggest tease.