Jumping in, giving it a go, taking a leap….sooner or later, we all have to go solo. The instructor is gone, the teacher has armed you with the tools, the research is over. You just have to try it. Whatever it may be. For naturists, it often comes with a “what the hell” type moment where you overcome the fear, the trepidation, the concerns. Instead, you choose to embrace the what if, the unknown, the road seldom taken. What others reject and fear, you happily embrace. You choose to go nude.
As I’ve said many times, personal “first time” stories are always my favorite, no matter how similar they may be. Because for that person, it was a big event. It’s what they did. It was their jump, their leap, their giving it a go. That should never be bypassed or trivialized. It’s a big deal.
I’ve shared so many if my personal stories that I don’t think I have many left to be honest with you. But one of my favorites was actually a Mrs Naturistthoughts story, a first time. Although Mrs had spent time nude growing up, just as I had, and would occasionally join me in nude time at home, such occasions were sporadic at best, and usually something she did to join in with me, not simply for herself. But on one occasion while I was out of town, she shared with me that she had spent the morning nude and had found it quite enjoyable and exhilarating. She relayed a small anecdote of how much she enjoyed her morning routine au naturel — standing by the sink, washing a few dishes, in front of the open window, feeling the morning sunlight on her body, wearing only her jewelry. It made her smile. Continued…Read full original article…
Source: Naturist Thoughts10th November 2017