Definitely THE obvious choice
I’m almost just back from a very relaxing week of holiday where my clothing has been mostly limited to shopping: I hiked and jogged naked, I went to the naked beach, and spend all day naked, including doing all sort of chores and housework. So nakedness was not an option, it was the “normal” state. However, one morning as I was brewing coffee just after waken up, my nakedness kinda stroke me. Let me explain!
Over the last ten years or so, nudism has impose itself to my life. As I explained in a previous post, nudism is my preferred state of being. If I can chose between clothing and nakedness, I will always chose the later. I just feel good entirely naked. Up to a point that nakedness being a normal state is entirely forgotten. So you can come home unexpected and there are big chances that I…
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