I love taking my clothes off and showing off my body. But it didn't use to be that way.
During high school I had the completely unfounded idea that my body was unattractive and unimpressive. I don't know where this thought came from, but it was there and not going away. It wasn't until a few years later, when I finally came out to myself during college, that I suddenly gained a cool confidence in myself. And that's when I realized that not only do I really like taking my clothes off, I wanted to show my body off, too.
I don't know why, either. It's just thrilling, an adrenaline rush. And I like looking back and thinking, "Holy shit, I just did that."
Even before college I would indulge in a bit of naked fun. When I was home and the house was empty, I'd chuck my clothes and wander about, enjoying the freedom. This ties in to one of my biggest regrets of college: I never had the chance to live in a dorm on campus. I always ended up in off-campus housing, which, of course, had more privacy. If I had been in a dorm room, with little expected privacy, I would have been naked in that room as much as possible, regardless of who was in it. But alas, that was not to be.
Once I entered college I stepped things up a notch. I wasn't getting thrilled by simply being naked anymore (and to this day, simple nudity doesn't arouse me; it's thrilling, sure, but don't expect me to get an erection because you took my clothes away). So I began streaking around my house when I was home during weekends or vacation. Our home is on a large lot, and quite removed from the road -- the chance of being seen was still there, mostly from the yards beside ours, but not as exciting as it could have been. At first I would only venture out in the evening when the folks were gone. Then I would do dashes in broad daylight. Sometimes I would run, but eventually I found it more thrilling to force myself to walk. Can it still be called a streak if you walk? Seems more like a naked stroll to me.
When I was in my college's town, my naked strolls came with me. This was riskier because it was such a large town compared to where I grew up, and I also lived close to the nightlife area. With no car it was difficult to find a time that was appropriately safe; I like the thrill of maybe being caught -- if it's a guaranteed thing, like a true streak would be, then I would need some type of escape plan. Between this issue and general school work and other responsibilities, I showed off a lot less than I would have liked during these years.
Now that I'm out of college, and moving to a much larger city, I think I'll be provided many chances to show off. I need to find a buddy, though, to help me. Someone to drive around with, that can tell my naked ass, "Get out at this corner, meet me at the end of the road in 5 minutes. If you're late, I'll meet you back at my place." That would be so exciting.
I've also gotten naked on a non-nude beach before with friends around, and I've driven long distances naked or with my cock out. I'm starting to poke around in the modeling field (I get to show off and sometimes make money, if not at least get some snazzy pics), and I hope people that know my kink will start to abuse my desire to toss off my clothes. I really want them to.
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| It starts off the same way every time, but eventually I lose all my clothes. |
=Sab
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