I am french, so please excuse me, my english can comprise some blunders… I’m 25, male, soon wed, and I’ve been living in French-speaking Switzerland for about 3 years now. I was born in a family, in which the concept of nudism itself is regarded as a pervert matter. Consequently, I hadn’t even learned about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I’ve also never seen my parents, or any member of my family, nude.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything commenced in 1991, in the summertime. I was then merely 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I watched a report on TV, with a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still remember some rather amusing things in this TV programme : everybody was completely naked, including all the guests and also the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing just a hat and also a butterfly-node, and the partner only a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the very first time, I thought about going bare…
The next night, I then attempted to sleep naked for the first time in my life. I didn’t sleep a lot during that night ! I was chilly, and wondered what could happen if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was nude. But anyhow, I found it fairly great, since I felt uncommonly free (I usually slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I tried to remain bare the whole day. As the weather was hot, it was a superb day. I did all the standard stuff in the nude, and this was exceptionally plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was quite depressing to have to wear my shorts and T shirt again. The drug of nudism had found me, and I’m still addicted to it !
But as I still dreaded the potential reaction of my parents, http://voy-zone.com didn’t sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I attempted to remain nude as long as possible when my parents were away.
Approximately one year later, I had abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping naked more and more frequently. One morning, my mother, who came every morning to wake me, found my pyjamas, and that I was slepping naked. But astonishingly, she didn’t have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I had clarified her, that I could not bear pyjamas, T-shirt and chemise during the nighttime, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first victory ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and staying nude at home whenever possible. Two years later (in 1994), I liked to strive to be nude outside for the first time. I ‘d the chance that there were little woods close to the building where we were living. With the other children, we were used some years before to go playing in these woods. One day (not particularily hot…), I went out, into these woods. I went back to the area where I played previously, and I took all my clothes off. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. The sensation of freedom was remarkable… I attempted to rekindle this encounter a couple of times, but http://videoamateurgratuit.net , as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I’d have been immediately denounciated to my parents…
During that period also, I tried to go without underwear. I did it a few times, but quickly stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfortable, I could not prevent my penis to erect at any time, and my erections were clearly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for decades. During the summer 1996, I made an important measure : I shown to my mom, that I liked to remain naked at home. One day, while she had gone away for a couple of moments, I went into the restroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message explaining that, when I’d go out of the washroom, I would remain bare since I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would be no way that I’d swear because I did not like it, and she accepted that I remained nude. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I really could think… So, I spent almost one month naked, only swearing when my father was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The rest of the time, I stayed naked in my bedroom. It was one of the very best summers I’ve ever had !
Following this summer, I went to high school in Lyon (in ‘Classes Prparatoires’, a high-level scientific qualification after the ‘Baccalaurat’). I needed to share my room with 3 roommates, so I was prevented to sleep bare during one year, except during the week-end and holidays, when I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I ‘d my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude.
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Click to viewSince that time (June 1997), I slept non-nude less than ten times, because I just had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military choice, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the neighborhood TV channel broadcasted another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist people were used to go. As this wasn’t far from dwelling (50 km), I went there on my bicycle. The first time, there were no nudists as the small lakes and seashores were overcrowded (it was the 15-August week end). But the next time, there was nobody… I stopped, installed myself in a little isolated grass area, and got nude. For the very first time in my entire life, I was bare in public, with other people who could see me. I enjoyed 2 wonderful hours. I went back there quite regularly during the next 4 years, with good experences, and much more awful ones…
For the good ones, I will mention that I Have meet my first bare women here I also spent many hours here, completely naked, reading a book or enjoying the silence along with the landscape. Lots of folks could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was quite weel permitted in this area except during the week ends in the midst of the summertime.
But I also discovered, for the very first time, that nudism could also be associated to sexual perversion… A lot of queers are used to meet around these lakes, nor wait to attempt to have sex with any naked guy they see… I needed to reject them fairly frequently, and I had ordinarily no problem, but I finally stopped to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid additional problems.
I tried to really go to plenty of other “nude places” in the area, but they were finally all gay meeting points. I did not go there again… In 1998, I settled in Grenoble, to enter an engineering school. For the very first time in my life, I had my own “flat” (in fact, a student room at the first floor, facing a street, with 3 neighbours). I started to remain bare here more and more often, only swearing for going out (in group or to ride on my bike), or to draw something in the common refrigerator on the balcony (1 for 4 rooms). When my neighbours were all away, I even could go out on the balcony in the nude.
I never had the nerve to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not understanding what their reactions could be : French people are very less open-minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism is still like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I had to keep my windows closed, subsequently secluding myself a bit… I additionally documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these times, which encouraged myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The third year in Grenoble, I’d went into a larger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I remained more and more naked. I even began to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and the showers in the nude. Consistently fearing to be found… In April 2001, on a very little scaling road with no traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during about 10 km. That was a wonderful experience, but I did not have the opportunity to try once again…
My advancement in “complete nudism” went on in Lausanne. There is, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public beach, where nudism is let. It is there that I ‘d my first actual nudist experience in public, without fearing gay advances, during summer 2003. I really appreciated it, and I now wait for the heat once more to spend new great times on that beach, with my girlfriend, who I’m trying to convert to nudism additionally. A couple of months before, I determined once again that I wouldn’t wear knickers anylonger. I packaged all my panties in a bag, and kept them in an inaccessible place (except one chemise for absolute necessity cases). As my dick is currently much more quieter, there’s no problem at all, and I now never wear panties, under any kind of clothes, including jeans which I wear a lot of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she is still not actually converted to nudism, she appreciates the comfort of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but certainly. The following steps will be :
First, the conclusion of the conversion of my girlfriend (who’ll be my wife subsequently) to nudism; I know she will do it, as she is not opposed to this notion, but it’ll definitely take a great deal of time until she’s as comfortable with nakedness than I ‘m… Afterwards, spend vacations in nudist resorts. I am hoping this will become the truth next year. Well, that’s all; Thanks to all of the people who had the nerve to read my litterature until here