It’s been four years since the wildest weekend of my life, but still not one single person knows what I really got up to on that girls’ trip to Greece.

You might already know I love nothing more than sharing my sauciest secrets. But since my Mykonos vacay in 2021, my lips have been sealed… for very good reason.

I crossed a line on that trip.

And I say that as a woman who has enjoyed bondage, threesomes, cuckolding, and more one-night stands than you’ve had hot dinners. 

It all started at a beach club in the island’s south. My three girlfriends and I got chatting to a group of finance bros who were on a business trip.

There didn’t seem to be much working going on, though. Instead, they ensured the cocktails were flowing and we partied into the night.

We ended up back at their villa where my best friend and I stripped off and jumped straight into the pool.

Next thing, the tallest, most handsome guy of the lot was pulling me out of the water and wrapping me in a fluffy white towel.  

'I want this man to know me, the real me...'

‘I want this man to know me, the real me…’

Without saying a word, he led me up on to the roof of the villa, where we had sex under the stars.

Satisfied with my hot one-night hook up, I went in search of my best friend so we could go home. But on the way, I bumped into another of the guys – a gorgeous German – who lifted me up, put me over his shoulder and carried me to bed. 

Seriously, how could I resist?

Another orgasm later, I finally left the villa. What a night! 

Over breakfast mimosas, we started planning for night two.

That night, the sun was only just setting as we started chatting to a group of guys who were on a bucks party.

Soon we were downing shots with the groomsmen and taking over the dancefloor, while I got closer and closer to the best man.

By the time we ended up back at their villa, a quick skinny dip sealed the deal and I soon found myself in his bed. He was incredible!

'Completely unexpectedly, I'm falling in love. But now there's a hitch'

‘Completely unexpectedly, I’m falling in love. But now there’s a hitch’

Hours later, we finally called ourselves an Uber and made our way back to our hotel where we all climbed into bed.

But I had a little secret.

On our first night, I’d exchanged numbers with a hot security guard – and we’d made plans to meet in the very early hours of the morning. 

After dressing in the dark and sneaking out of the hotel room, I found him waiting for me by the beach. He looked like a Greek god and had twinkle in his eye after a day of spicy sexting. 

We found a quiet spot on the sand and got down to it! Heaven. 

It wasn’t until I was pulling my shorts back on that I was hit with a sudden realisation.

I’d just had sex with four guys in two nights… and even as a single, sexually liberated woman, I knew I’d crossed an invisible line. 

I knew I wouldn’t be able to tell even my most easy-going, liberal friends about this without judgement. As for any potential partner? Forget it. 

It felt like a gut punch.

I’d always been such a believer in being upfront and honest with dates about my sexual appetite and wild past. To me, that was a pillar of modern feminism.

Accept me for who I am – sexual history and all – or move along, buddy.

But in this case, I knew deep down, I’d have a long line of men – good men – turn their backs on me if they ever knew what I’d done.

So I’ve kept it secret… up until now. Now the guilt and shame is overwhelming me. 

You see, last month, I met someone. A guy who could well be my last first date.

We’ve spent several glorious weeks getting to know each other. Completely unexpectedly, I’m falling in love.

But now there’s a hitch. I want this man to really know me; the real me. I can show him how passionate I am, how sensual… but I can’t tell him what – or who – I’ve done.

That Mykonos weekend haunts me. So does the threesome I had just days before I met him. These are no longer sexy memories, they’re shame-filled clouds casting a dark shadow over this beautiful new relationship.

This man had one girlfriend before me. He was with her for a decade, completely faithful, loyal to the last. They grew apart, fell out of love, and he took the time to heal before he met me and asked me on a date.

It’s like we’re from different planets.

He’s gentle and kind, sweet and thoughtful. The sex is wonderful. It’s loving and intimate. It is not an ouzo-fuelled romp on a Grecian rooftop, followed by three more with different men thrown in for good measure.

Perhaps I’m a fair-weather feminist. Because as much as I believe women should be as entitled as men to take pride in the notches on their bedposts, I know I’m going to have to lie about my body count and how I got there if I want to have my happily ever after.

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