In my last post, I described how I came up with the name Naked Reverie. Today I want to share some of my Naked Reveries.
I have often had daydreams about walking naked in a forest setting with a partner as free as Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I think about the two of us enjoying each other while we take in the vibrant colors, the symphony of sounds, the blending of scents, and the feel of the various textures of the environment on our skin.
Occasionally, during these types of daydreams, I reflect on the first time I went to a nudist beach. Although I am comfortable going to nudist/naturalist places now, this wasn’t always the case.
Like a lot of people, I had a conservative upbringing. For most of my formative educational years, I went to either a catholic school or had a form of supplemental religious education. After high school, I joined the military. So, I was a pretty strait-laced kind of guy and for the most part, I still am.
However, one day, years ago, I found myself at a point in my life where I wanted to push the boundaries of my beliefs and explore my sexuality more. I was in San Diego at the time when I heard about this nudist beach called Black’s Beach. I did some research, found out where it was, and decided I was going to check it out. I wasn’t dating anyone at the time and I couldn’t ask I worked with or knew to accompany me out of fear of what they would have thought of me. So, I decided to go it alone.
I remember how nervous I was when I arrived and the moment I committed to disrobing. I walked around for a little bit exploring the beach and other people who happen to be there that day. I remember that moment of trying to settle into the environment by laying on the sand closing my eyes and tuning into my feelings. As I laid there in the sand my heart was racing and all my nerve endings were alive as I felt the sun on my skin, the wind blowing over my body, hearing the sounds of the ocean as the waves broke on the beach, listening to others as they played on the beach. Eventually, I was able to relax and enjoy the beauty of the moment and started daydreaming. I was enjoying my first moment of Naked Reverie.
I left the beach as a new person that day. I had liberated a part of my mind. It has been many years since that day but it was one of the first steps that led me to be who I am today.
Hopefully, reading this story has sparked some similar thoughts and memories in you. If it did, I invite you to share your story, a tasteful photo, or both of you enjoying moments of Naked Reverie to be posted here or in the private Facebook group Naked Reveries.