I had a new and intriguing experience the other day. I've often mentioned that I am comfortable being nude around other people, and that I usually spend a portion of the day in my yard sunning by or in the pool. It's springtime and as the temperature gets warmer I'm spending more time in the yard - not too much, I don't want skin cancer - and afterward I go inside to shower and start my day. My wife and dogs see me, but they're all inoculated against a visceral response. But a few days ago I came in, showered - my wife was doing her morning makeup - dried off, combed my hair and brushed my teeth, then went to the closet to get dressed. As I was standing there I had a feeling I haven't had in decades. I really didn't want to get dressed. I wanted to stay naked, an emotional response I frankly haven't had since college. Nearly thirty five years ago (My friend who finally convinced me I might be a nudist is probably chuckling right now.) "Me? Just c...

            Sorry that it's been a while since my last post (sounds like a confessional opening), but life, as it has for almost everyone, has run away with itself. Plus I haven't really had much to talk about above and beyond rehashing older topics.I', still losing weight, though it's slower than before. And I still have no sex life. And we're in the midst of a massive pandemic which has crushed our social lives, but you knew that part already. But in the midst of all that, I'm getting naked a lot more often. My weight loss, although nowhere near done, has given me the self-confidence to wear less and less as often as possible.  I enjoy being naked now, as opposed to being embarrassed by it, and can easily be with other people at the time. It isn't exhibitionism as much as comfort, thought I have to admit there's a part of me that enjoys CFNM, CMNM and times when everyone is socially naked. (That latter one hasn't happened in decades, however. ...