I reckon my introduction to nudism was at my boyfriend’s house back in the 90’s..

We went nude together whenever his mother wasn’t home.
At that time I still lived with my parents and will remember coming home one day to find the house empty and instantly taking off my clothes to see what a “solo” bare experience was like. I appreciated that too, and soon was going in private bare in my room even when family was home. Once, my older brother came in and stood there grinning at me as I was laying naked on my bed reading a book. He said, “What are you, some sort of nudist?” I think I said something refined like, “Get out, jerk!” but later was pleased to think to myself that http://crazypublic.com was becoming a nudist.
When I got my own flat, I could finally go bare as much as I pleased, which was pretty much always. I met a fresh man who took me to a nude beach, and that opened up an entirely new world to me. Years later I became a life model and really got paid to be nude which was another pleasing encounter.
After all this time I still enjoy being bare daily and expect that never changes. If they ever put me in the old people home, I am only able to expect it is a clothing-optional one. I believe I’d be miserable otherwise
Life is best lived simple

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