I'm plugged. I'm naked. I'm living my life-long fantasy...
I can't remember a time in my life that I haven't wanted to go naked, rather than be dressed. Even when I would be traveling across country and I would get out on deserted highways, I'd look for places away from towns and farmhouses, where I could pull over and walk out into the countryside and have an hour or two of nudity, which would usually culminate in a hands-free ejaculation as I ran and jumped and and walked. I would look back to see just how far away from my car I would get, putting myself in danger of being caught butt naked if an unexpected person suddenly came out of nowhere.
That never happened. I've never been caught.
I was introduced to the idea of being naked when I was around four years old and this neighbor boy and I would play outdoors while our mothers were indoors visiting He would say, show me your honeybun and I would pull down my pants and he would kiss it, and then I would do the same. He got his "older than 4 years old" ideas from somewhere that I never thought to question back then.
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This is how I stay dressed with work shoes and thick socks.
I love this look. |
And from that age on, I can't remember a time I haven't yearned to live naked. Sometime when you get a chance look up this story of a man named Paul Winer of Quartsite, Az, who has lived naked for 55 years. He died in 2019, but
his story just inspired me. He only wore a small covering over his genitals, even in his bookstore. If you're a nudist or if you just normally like the idea of unabashed nakedness, read his story.
I've added nudity to my plugging, and I cannot begin to describe how delicious every day and every night is. I do everything naked around the house and sometimes I can work in the back yard completely naked, but this is the Deep South and we have our share of insects. So I'm mainly nude in the house. As I write, of course, I am plugged.
