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This story goes back a few years already, but if you hesitate to go to this unique village in the world, maybe my experience will be able to make you pass the step... or not.
I was coming out of a painful intimate episode: I'd just had a miscarriage. After a few days of being depressed, of trying to understand why, of being angry, of feeling guilty, I decided to look at things from another angle to save my mental well-being and avoid plunging into deep depression.
After all, nature is good. Women have had miscarriages since the dawn of time and there is a reason: the embryo or fetus is not viable. I told myself that it is better to lose hope for a baby than to give birth to a child who will have difficulties. I have friends who had a daughter who was born very premature and multi-handicapped. I know the stress it puts on them as she becomes an adult. It has helped me to think and put things into perspective.
So I decided to look at things in a more positive way: I saw this miscarriage as a sign of fate, and/or the expression of my body more than my brain. Either it wasn't the right time, and it gave me a reprieve to live new experiences that I couldn't have done if I had become a mom, or I just wasn't cut out to be a mom.
I chose the first option to begin with. And decided to visit my best friend who was living in New York at the time. I had wanted to make this trip for years, but I always had an excuse ("Who wants, find solutions; who doesn't, find excuses"). This time I was going for it. Living with her there for a week was one of my best experiences, I never regret having gone.
In fact, the idea for this blog came from talking to her about my liberated sex life. She thanked me for being open-minded and for being able to ask me all the questions she couldn't ask anyone else without feeling judged. I came back wishing I could do the same for other people.
When I came back, in addition to this blog, I decided to please my man this time: enjoy more libertinism. Until now, we were content with occasional encounters, especially in our very close circle of friends, but without really trying to meet new people and explore the "milieu".
It is from this moment that we registered on libertine sites such as Netechangisme at the time (which became Wyylde since then) or Nouslibertins et consorts, and that we stayed for the first time in the naturist village of Cap d'Agde.
I had set myself a date to start again baby: from September. I wanted to make the most of the remaining months before the deadline and visiting this emblematic place seemed obvious to me.
We had met Leo for the first time via Charles, a libertine met on Netechangisme. When Charles knew that we were going to Cape Town, he told us that Leo would be there during our stay. We found ourselves there...
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