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This may possibly be my most unrivaled sex confession EVER…a nice saucy story

After all, a fictional story isn't more alluring than nonfiction, the real deal. The mind is the biggest aphrodisiac. Hearing an erotic confession of another only makes you imagine and fantasize about having such naughty indulgences. Sex is many things, but mostly a mind game where you exercise your deepest desires. Therefore, ask yourself this; if you were given the opportunity where you have an absolute covert, concealed and ideal venue to play in, would you not take advantage of such a setting? Now don’t lie.

This was not the romantic type of evening where you envision gazing into one another’s eyes, reading eloquent poetry like…”As his seed sprang in her, his soul sprang towards her too.” (Ahh, no.) We’re talking hard core sex, drinking, smoking…and anything else in between.

The kind of evening most guys fantasize about ALL….THE….TIME!

I was handed the key to an executive home completely at my disposal to be used at my leisure. The vast house stood in a beautiful lush country setting, with absolutely no neighbours. I didn’t know it yet, but, this was about to become my very own, very adult, playground…my Playgirl Mansion!

It happened by accident -- quite innocently on my part at first. I planned a girls’ night at my “home” for 4 single women. Wine, food, talk and lots of laughs (or so I thought). As they arrived, I overheard a conversation that a few other friends were going to drop in. I had no idea the friends were men, and that a few turned out to be four. But four, very hot friends. I was not disappointed or upset to say the least. “Come on in and let’s play,” were my first words to them when I met them. I had already had a few drinks, so it was instant “writhe” mode when I took a look at one of them in particular. He looked me straight in the eye and didn’t look away or blink. I could almost hear his thoughts.

It’s amazing how chemistry kicks into play when people meet and it feels right

The natural gravitation took place throughout the evening, and everyone eventually ‘coupled’ up, so to speak. It was all harmless flirting…for a while….until the tequila surfaced. Looking at Mr. Hottie now after a few glasses of wine, tequila and a couple of drags on a joint, my sex-driven thoughts were driving me insane. My writhe mode was now tenfold. It was time to remedy that problem. “Want to see the house?” I asked him. “I want to see more than the house” was all he said as he took my hand and walked ahead of me, leading the way to what was supposed to be my showcase of the home. We went downstairs to the part of the house that was the most secluded -- a home office of the healer that owned the home. Quite the profound spiritual setting for what was about to take place.

I had enough time to close the door behind me before he hiked up my dress and whispered to me that I was the hottest piece he had ever seen, and had to have me. Well, what does a girl say to that? All I could think was, God, who cares if he’s a player, he’s playing with me right now! I was up against the wall (thank-you, thank-you, Lord!) in no time. My long legs in my thigh-high boots were wrapped around his waist and we had the most erotic session of foreplay I have only ever fantasized about. The guy could kiss….oh, he could kiss. I vaguely remember taking our clothes off and ending up naked on that office floor. Our rhythm and movements were perfect…we fit flawlessly together….it was just what the healer ordered. As I gazed down upon him savoring every inch of me, he looked up and said, “Do you know how many guys would kill to be where I am right now?”. I instantly felt weak, oh my God I thought, I had died and, if I was going to be punished for my sins, and this was purgatory, I wanted to be left here.

During our session we completely forgot about the rest of our friends

It was so easy to forget about them. When I regained my thoughts as to where I was, I thought it better to rejoin the others. I must admit to thinking that we were the lucky ones of the group and that we were the only ones with such a dirty little escapade. There was no one in sight as we walked through the house…but we heard muffled sounds coming from the deck outside. I didn’t think I would have been surprised to find what I did as I walked out onto that deck that night…but I was. To my right was one couple in the hot-tub going at it like there was no tomorrow. To my left, the other couple…the woman was standing naked with one foot perched on the bench looking down at the man kneeled in front of her as he took pleasure at his task at hand…and in a dark distant corner of the deck was the fourth couple, where a young man was being ridden like a bronco to the point that I thought we were all going to start yelling Yee-ha!

Needless to say, we took off our clothes and joined the party in the hot-tub. We all called that Round 1. Soon enough, all four couples were in the hot-tub….for a very long time. The evening had just begun, again.

Looking back at it now, it was a strangely wonderful evening, which reminded me that sometimes you just have to go for it when the opportunity arises, no pun intended.

But there is one lesson that all the ladies will hold with them forever…..

Because as luck would have it (or unlucky you might say), a few days later all 4 women were clawing at themselves as if they had poison ivy in their vagina's. We all ended up with the worst yeast infections imaginable, so much so, that our eyes were rolling in the back of our heads…and not from the pleasure of it.

Quite simply, we sat in a feeding ground meant for yeast to thrive. Yeast likes warm and damp places. A hot tub or a pool, along with bathtubs can all be a wonderful way to add spice to your sex life, but it can create havoc afterwards. Not only can it lead to painful sex, but with the possibility of water being forced into a woman’s vagina, it could lead to some serious infections. In our case, being submerged in a hot-tub environment for such an extended period of time combined with the fact that the chlorine level may not have been at the appropriate levels, caused us all to have the exact same symptoms and discomforts….leading to major yeast infections for all of us. And contrary to what some may believe, sex in a hot-tub is not anywhere near a safer sex mode.

I am not one to judge or condone anyone’s actions

No lectures -- just do what comes naturally. But if I had to give a piece of advice to any female wishing my thoughts on the matter, I would say, anyone who chooses to indulge in such an evening should do so based on what they desire, their every whim. Why not? However, when you decide to take in such pleasures, I would simply say, think about every aspect that would affect your decision and, in particular, precautions and repercussions.

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