My Sex Life Diary | Nudism | Hedonism
Lessons Learned: My Experience Being Continuously Nude for 30+ Days
Spoiler alert: Skin is not evil! Sex & nudity are 2 different things. #FreeTheNipple #FreeThePussy
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
By being continuously nude for more than a month around friends and strangers, I’ve learned a lot about myself. I also developed a clearer picture of the differences and the links between nudity and sex. And I discovered that over time, the way people look at my naked body changes.
I’ve often wondered what it would feel like to be naked for a long period of time. I am not talking about something like 24 hours, not even a couple of weeks which I have done at home in the Summer when growing up. I’m talking about an extended time, like at least a month.
So, at the end of May, I decided I would remain in the nude for the whole month of June. Normally, I live in a condo that an older man, a friend of my daddy, lets me use. He only comes to visit once in a while, so it’s almost like ‘my’ place. When he comes to see me (and to do more than just “seeing”), it’s pretty awesome! But that is a different story!
I also spend a lot of time at a beach mansion with my friends Madison and her husband Darnell (who are made-up names for my public ’Private’ Sex Diary). For the ‘June Nudity Challenge,’ I agreed to stay at their place. It’s almost like cheating because I never have to go out. Of course, it helps that I do social media marketing for a living, and I can work from anywhere as long as I have access to fast-speed internet.
My friends have people taking care of the grocery, cleaning, laundry (I don’t give them much work), car detailing, and everything else.
But don’t worry! Plenty of people have seen me naked at their house during the last month. Madison and Darnell like to invite friends over, especially when I am naked. For many of their friends, I am part of the furniture, with my tits and pussy being artwork to be admired as much as they want! And I love being adored.
The difference between the paintings on the walls and me is… They paid a lot of money for these things on the walls, which include portraits of naked people, while I cost them nothing (except food), and I am in 3D! The boobs in the painting never move. Mine wiggles as I walk.
To spice things up, we’ve added rules to what was initially just ‘being nude for a month.’
I was to remain in the nude until the 4th of July. On that day, they planned an Independence Day party with dozens of friends. Of course, I would be naked during the party, but the kicker is that I would masturbate in front of them at the same time as the fireworks were to explode. And to prepare for this public orgasm, I was committed to having none between the end of May and the 4th of July. Sex was fine. I was just not allowed to climax in June to make me want that Independence Day more!
But these additional ‘spicy rules’ were related to sex, and for now, I just want to report on what it felt like to be nude for more than a month and what impact it had on me and the people around me.
For those of you familiar with my sex life, you know I enjoy being the center of attention, especially from men when I am nude. Yet, typically, when I either disrobed or walked in with bare tits and exposed pussy, my heart skips a beat. It’s like I have to ‘break the ice’ each time.
That’s the first thing that changed over the course of the month of June. After a couple of weeks of never, ever wearing clothes and being regularly nude in front of strangers, I stopped reacting to it.
For instance, around mid-month, I knew they were expecting friends (a young couple) over for dinner, and when the doorbell rang, I went to answer the door without even thinking about it. It was only during dinner that I realized it was not normal for them when she mentioned how weird it was to come for dinner and encounter a nude servant. Yes, that’s how she described me!
For her, I was naked because it was my job. She knew that her friends, Madison and Darnell, were eccentric. So, she wasn’t overly surprised by anything at their beach mansion. Yet, she couldn’t accept that I was doing it simply because I enjoyed it.
And that’s the second thing I learned in June. People have a wide variety of ways to deal with nudity. But regardless of the way they rationalize it, over time, they eventually get used to it. That’s lesson number three.
There are people who repeatedly came to the house in June. The first time they saw my naked body, they reacted. Totally. Some of them looked away. Others stared at my exposed tits. But they reacted.
After a few times, though, there was nothing to it.
For instance, most of Madison and Darnell’s service staff come on Monday. Eventually, they talked to me or simply were around me as if there was nothing abnormal about me being nude.
Here’s what I think. Once people had fully examined my boobs, nipples, butthole, and vulva, there was nothing more to examine, and that is when nudity became normal.
In other words, it seems to me that people react to nudity simply because we made it ‘a thing.’
Just like nobody gives a second look to men’s nipples on the beach, nobody cared about mine in that house after my nude boobs had been visible for so long.
So… Clearly… #FreeTheNipple, and let’s get over it, people!
Time for a side note about boobs.
It is pretty obvious to me that bare breasts should be both legal and normal everywhere. That being said, I kind of like the way it is now! I get a lot of entertainment and excitement at teasing men with my naked body. If men were used to seeing naked women, it would steal my thunder!
Nevertheless, hopefully, women’s nipples will be free one day.
For now, back to my nudity experiment.
After a while, it felt absolutely normal for me to be naked from head to toe, and the same applied to people who were regularly around me.
I gave a name to this phenomenon: the flip-flop principle!
When I moved to South Florida over two years ago, I put all my socks in a drawer only to find them there months later. I never wear socks around here! People wear flip-flops everywhere, which means no socks — except for some weird tourists.
And then, when I went up North and had to wear socks, it felt really awful. My feet were not used to it. I wasn’t used to it. It annoyed me. It was not comfortable.
Well, guess what? The same principle applies to the whole body.
On July 5th, because my experiment was over, I put on some clothes and went to my condo to check on things. During this whole day, I was not comfortable with clothes — not at all.
Similarly, I remember a Facebook post about feet. My friend from up North was complaining about people who had bare feet on a flight she had taken recently. They were wearing flip-flops, and she found their bare feet disgusting. What a stunning statement to me!
My comment was: “Never come to South Florida because you will see the bare feet of… Everybody!”
My point here is that any body part can be seen as disgusting when you are not used to seeing it. Bare feet in South Florida are everywhere, and there’s nothing to it. I believe that the same thing would apply to completely bare bodies if they were everywhere. It’s all in the head!
I go on flights with flip-flops — usually fancy ones, but still. Sorry, friend! I also like businessmen to see my side boobs on flights, but that is a different story.
Let me clarify my observations, especially for those of you who are obsessed with hiding the human body:
- Being nude feels weird at first, and people stare at you, but that is because we artificially made it that way. We are born in the nude, and kids don’t notice other kids running around naked. Why would they?
- Once you are nude for a long period, it feels weird to wear clothes.
- Once people are used to seeing you naked, they stare no more.
If you don’t believe me… Try it! Or, at the very least, let me be.
Being nude is shocking only because we were taught to hide our skin as we grew up because that is not something we do naturally. If it were to become normal again (a regular thing) to see nude people or be nude, it would have no impact on any of us, just like when we were born.
Now, for the perverts enjoying My Sex Life Diary (it’s okay, I love you just like that), here are some more juicy bits on my nudity experiment.
I’ve observed that there’s something that turns men into animals when a naked woman wears high heels.
Although overall, in the second part of the month, people who were used to seeing me naked reacted little to my boobs and pussy, I noticed men’s eyes spending more time on my skin if I wore high heels. Bulges would also more readily grow in their pants.
And that brings me to another conclusion.
As far as I could see, having sexual desires had little to do with my body being nude and much more to do with what I did with my body. Wearing high heels, swinging my butt while I walked, casually caressing my naked boobs, fluffing my long hair over my shoulders… That kind of stuff made cocks get hard. But that kind of stuff excites male animals whether I am naked or not!
Sexual desire can be there or not there, both when I am naked and when I am fully clothed. These are two separate things.
Why are high heels creating such an impact on men? I don’t know, but I think I will further study this question. A while back, I did a survey about men's preferences for me in the nude vs. wearing lingerie. Next time, I will survey high heels!
The other thing I will survey one day is boobs vs. pussy. Even though I was naked from head to toe, men’s eyes were mostly fixated on my tits. I knew men liked breasts when they see me topless, but even when my pussy is right there for them to look at, it was still my round, young, firm boobs they loved the most.
Men are puzzling!
No, I wasn’t inside the beach house for the entire month! You didn’t see that one coming, did you?
First, I went deep-sea fishing with Madison’s daddy and a few other old men. Not only I remained nude with them on the boat, but I got to service and pleasure these old cocks as they had never been before!
I also went to my neighbor-boyfriend's house for a night, and since I did not want to compromise my experiment, he drove me there and back while I remained naked. It was the first time he found out I had an active sex life with other men, and I reported on it here.
During the third week of June, I was sunbathing by the pool when I noticed a man walking in from the beach. I got up, introduced myself, and asked if I could help him. He remained speechless, and it took me a while to realize why… He liked my young, perky boobs! Men!! And that is why I want to be as wild as I can, as often as I can, while men are still attracted to my body.
It was another example of me no longer thinking about the fact that my body was fully exposed.
Eventually, he came back to his senses and asked at what time they should come for dinner on Friday. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but thanks to smartphones, Madison explained to me she had invited their neighbors over.
That old man neighbor was into the old way of walking over for a chat, not using a smartphone!
That evening after the neighbor’s visit, while having dinner at home with Madison and Darnell, I ended up mentioning to them, for the first time, my own neighbor at the condo. He’s a few years older than me (in his early 30s), and we went out a few times together. I call him my ‘almost-boyfriend’ because I refused to commit, thinking he would ditch me as soon as he would find out about my active sex life.
Madison insisted I tell him and invite him over for dinner on Friday. She said it was like ripping a bandage. Either he will accept me for who I am or I would be before moving on.
So that made it a three-couple evening — with only me in the nude. I will report on that evening and the subsequent night at my almost-boyfriend’s place in a forthcoming Sex Life Diary report.
And, of course, I will also report on the famous 4th of July evening and, more particularly, what happened to me after having had no orgasm for more than a month before masturbating in front of a crowd.
Yes, I have a lot of writing to do for you guys to catch up with my sex life. I’m trying, I’m trying! So many cocks, so little time!
I’m glad I went through with this experiment, but I am a bit sad that I have lost that mini-rush of adrenaline every time I get naked in front of people. I don’t have it anymore. It is just plain normal for me now.
If we ever meet one day and you want to see my tits, I won’t even think about it twice (if you ask nicely). I will disrobe and let you see my boobs and my pussy for as long as you want!
“If you got it, girl, flaunt it!” somebody said to me. Well, that somebody was an old man, so I guess he had a vested interest in me ‘flaunting it’, but still!
And… No! I can already hear some of you asking… No naked pictures of me, especially not when I could be identified. I don’t want to lose my job.
I mean, there are nude pics of me out there because boys and old men took pics of me when I was growing up at home. I didn’t care at the time. I even got naked for my Dad’s mechanic as a dare, and they made a poster of it that was still there the last time I stopped. But I now live in South Florida, so hopefully, nobody can make a connection. I also got paid to model for a photographer at Madison’s house. The session included a few nude pics and a lot of topless ones. I signed a release for him to sell them, but he operates in Europe, so I don’t know where exactly they are sold.
So, in any case, for now, pictures are strictly forbidden at Madison & Darnell’s house when I am there in the nude and even more during public sex acts.
As I wrote on my author website: “I write under a pen name to prevent being burned at the stake or stoned to death by my co-workers, fellow church members, and even my friends and some of my family members. I still love them!”
More reports on my June nudity experiment are at the bottom of this post:
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