I want to introduce myself first, before presenting you my evolution to nudism. My name is Didier.

I’m french, so please excuse me, my english can contain some errors… I am 25, male, soon married, and I Have been living in French-speaking Switzerland for about 3 years now. I was born in a family, in which the idea of nudism itself is considered as a pervert thing. Thus, I hadn’t even discovered about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I have likewise never seen my parents, or any member of my family, naked.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything began in 1991, in the summer. I was then just 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I saw a report on TV, with a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still remember some quite humorous things in this TV programme : everybody was completely nude, including all of the guests as well as the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing just a hat and also a butterfly-node, along with the spouse merely a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the very first time, I thought about going naked…
The next night, I then attempted to sleep nude for the first time in my life. I did not sleep a lot during that night ! I was chilly, and wondered what could occur if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was nude. But anyway, I found it fairly great, since I felt very free (I generally slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I attempted to stay nude the entire day. As the weather was hot, it was a excellent day. I did all the usual stuff in the nude, and this was exceptionally plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather sad to have to wear my shorts and T shirt again. The drug of nudism had caught me, and I’m still addicted to it !
But as I still feared the possible reaction of my parents, I did not sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I tried to remain naked as long as possible when my parents were away.
About one year after, I had abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping nude more and more often. One morning, my mom, who came every morning to awake me, found my pyjamas, and that I was slepping bare. But surprisingly, she didn’t have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I had explained her, that http://wnude.com/nude-beach.html could not bear pyjamas, T shirt and slip during the nighttime, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first victory ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and remaining nude at home whenever possible. Two years after (in 1994), I wanted to strive to be nude outside for the very first time. I ‘d the possibility that there were small woods close to the building where we were dwelling. 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 before, and I took all my clothes away. 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 experience a couple of times, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I’d have been instantly denounciated to my parents…
Throughout that period also, I tried to go without panties. I did it a few times, but quickly stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfy, I CAn’t prevent my penis to erect at any time, and my erections were plainly 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 mother, that I liked to remain bare at home. One day, while she had gone away for a few moments, I went into the restroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message describing that, when I’d go out of the bath, I’d remain bare since I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would not be any way that I would swear because I did not enjoy it, and she accepted that I stayed nude. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I could think… So, I spent nearly one month nude, only swearing when my father was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The rest of the time, I remained naked in my bedroom. It absolutely was simply one of the 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 naked during one year, except during the week end and vacations, when I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I had my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude. Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-nude less than 10 times, because I just had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military selection, 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 individuals were used to go. As this was not far from dwelling (50 km), I went there on my bike. The first time, there were no nudists as the small lakes and seashores were overcrowded (it was the 15 August weekend). But the following time, there was nobody… I halted, installed myself in a little isolated grass place, and got naked. For the very first time in my entire life, I was naked in public, with others who could see me. I appreciated 2 wonderful hours. I went back there quite regularly during the next 4 years, with good experences, and much more poor ones…
For the great ones, I will mention that I Have meet my first nude women here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, totally naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence and the landscape. A lot of folks could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was fairly weel allowed in this area except during the week-ends in the center of the summertime.
But I also found, for the very first time, that nudism may also be related to sexual perversion… Lots of queers are accustomed to meet around these lakes, nor hesitate to attempt to have sex with any bare man they see…

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I had to reject them fairly often, and I had ordinarily no difficulty, but I finally ceased to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid additional difficulties.
I attempted to go to plenty of other “bare spots” in the area, nevertheless they were finally all homosexual meeting points. I did not go there again… In 1998, I settled in Grenoble, to enter an engineering school. For the 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 stay naked here more and more often, only swearing for going out (in group or to ride on my bike), or to attract something in the common fridge 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 really less open minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism continues to be like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I needed to keep my windows closed, subsequently secluding myself a bit… I additionally documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these types of times, which encouraged myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The 3rd year in Grenoble, I’d went into a bigger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I remained more and more nude. I even began to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and also the showers in the nude. Always fearing to be discovered… In April 2001, on a very small climbing road with no traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during approximately 10 km. That was a great experience, but I didn’t have the chance to try once again…
My progress in “complete nudism” went on in Lausanne. There is, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public seashore, where nudism is permitted. It is there that I ‘d my first actual nudist encounter in public, without fearing gay advances, during summer 2003. I truly loved it, and I now wait for the heat once more to spend new great times on this beach, with my girlfriend, who I am trying to convert to nudism additionally. A couple of months before, I determined once again that I would not wear underwear anylonger. I packed all my underwear in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible location (except one chemise for complete necessity cases). As my penis is now considerably more quieter, there’s no issue at all, and I now never wear underwear, under any type of clothes, including jeans which I wear most of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she is still not actually converted to nudism, she values the relaxation of not wearing any. So goes http://nudist-photo.com , slowly but surely. The next steps will be :
First, the end of the conversion of my girlfriend (who’ll be my wife afterward) to nudism; I know she’ll do it, as she is not opposed to this idea, but it’ll definitely take a great deal of time until she is as comfortable with nakedness than I ‘m… Afterward, spend vacations in nudist resorts. I am hoping that this can become the truth next year. Well, that’s all; Thanks to all of the folks who had the bravery to read my litterature until here

2 Comments

    Theresa Cristofaro

    two comments up – whilst I agree with you, it is pretty ironic you mispell moron…. moron..

    Von Ingwerson

    I love looking at beautiful breasts, and yours are beautiful!

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