u/Brown_Tease

I am pretty impressed by the European nations where nudity is not sexualized per se. They have public pools, beaches and saunas where it is quite common. Even kids go with their parents. I think it is healthier that way as it promotes body positivity and the kid doesn't have to search the internet(which is a rabbit hole to a lot of NSFW content) to see what the other gender looks like in the nude.

I know it is difficult in India but why not within the 4 walls of your home?

So, how many of you folks would prefer a nudist partner and eventually raise a family with those values?

Hi friends,

This is my first confession here.

So, this is from when I was in my mid-teens. I always have had an innocent looking face, even now too. I was traveling with my folks in the 2AC of a train on the Delhi - Howrah route.

I had an upper berth to my self. And my folks had got berths elsewhere not in the same compartment. In my compartment, there was a couple, late 30s. They had 2 kids.

The husband was in the lower berth below me, the wife on the other lower berth opposite to me. One of their sons was on the upper berth opposite to me. He must be 4 5 yrs younger to me. The wife was sharing the berth with her younger one of 1-2 yrs.

I hope you get the arrangement.

The woman was one of the most beautiful real life women I had ever come across. Fuller body with curves in the right places. Wheatish skin complexion. That glow of motherhood on her face which came with calmness and patience. She was wearing a modern kinda saree.

While I was observing all this, the husband closed the curtains and the family and me were suddenly separated from the world. It was 9 or 10 at night. The family didn't mind me as I was not an adult yet. I was also taking to the elder kid, making friends with him. We bonded too.

The husband and wife were also smiling when they made eye contact with me. They had accepted me as their kid's friend. The husband soon fell asleep. The wife was playing with her younger one. And the older kid was also now asleep.

So yeah, as I was saying, I was observing the woman..and she was beautiful in every aspect. Since, the curtains were there, she was a bit careless with her saree pallu now.. which was down now because of her younger one. And I could see the fuller chest, mangalsutra hanging on it.. perfectly aligned with her sharp cleavage.

The blouse she was wearing didn't help much with her chest as her chest might have grown because of the recent breastfeeding and what not.

While I was pondering and looking at all this, she suddenly loosened her blouse and took one of her full breasts out and started feeding her kid. I froze at the beautiful sight of the most natural thing in the world. I had a quick glimpse of her dark medium sized areola and even darker thick nipple.

She covered herself and her kid under the pallu of her saree which was a net and translucent. And then, suddenly she looked at me, the frozen me. I froze more. Couldn't move. My body was reacting in weird ways.

As soon as she made eye contact, she knew I had been looking out of curiosity. She smiled gently. The smile alone was so nurturing that I came out of my petrified state and calmed down.

I looked away.. and pulled my covers over me and turned off the lights to give them a little privacy. I could still look at the movements her kid was making and could hear the sound of her bangles which were clinking while she was positioning the kid. I could make out that the kid was taking the nipples in and out of his mouth.

There was a sweet aroma in the air, the aroma of a bit of perfume mixed with sweat if you can relate.

All of this was too much for my overstimulated brain. And I had a hard-on.. a huge one.. I tried to control but couldn't. I stroked my length to the thought of her.. her instructing me to do things in a certain way and be a good boy. With each stroke, her image became clearer and more real. I imagined the most lewd things a teenager could think of.

When I knew I couldn't take it anymore. I climbed down, went to the nearest washroom and gave myself a release, one I'll never ever forget.

I came back, climbed on my berth and slept without looking again at her. There was a sense of guilt and blush which my brain couldn't take again for the night.

I have stroked myself thinking about her uncountable times, with all these new imaginations as well.

But, I think from that point onwards, I got interested in married women and young moms. I have huge respect for them as while taking care of a family, they still manage to look so elegant and beautiful 😌.

Hi friends,

This is my first confession here.

So, this is from when I was in my mid-teens. I always have had an innocent looking face, even now too. I was traveling with my folks in the 2AC of a train on the Delhi - Howrah route.

I had an upper berth to my self. And my folks had got berths elsewhere not in the same compartment. In my compartment, there was a couple, late 30s. They had 2 kids.

The husband was in the lower berth below me, the wife on the other lower berth opposite to me. One of their sons was on the upper berth opposite to me. He must be 4 5 yrs younger to me. The wife was sharing the berth with her younger one of 1-2 yrs.

I hope you get the arrangement.

The woman was one of the most beautiful real life women I had ever come across. Fuller body with curves in the right places. Wheatish skin complexion. That glow of motherhood on her face which came with calmness and patience. She was wearing a modern kinda saree.

While I was observing all this, the husband closed the curtains and the family and me were suddenly separated from the world. It was 9 or 10 at night. The family didn't mind me as I was not an adult yet. I was also taking to the elder kid, making friends with him. We bonded too.

The husband and wife were also smiling when they made eye contact with me. They had accepted me as their kid's friend. The husband soon fell asleep. The wife was playing with her younger one. And the older kid was also now asleep.

So yeah, as I was saying, I was observing the woman..and she was beautiful in every aspect. Since, the curtains were there, she was a bit careless with her saree pallu now.. which was down now because of her younger one. And I could see the fuller chest, mangalsutra hanging on it.. perfectly aligned with her sharp cleavage.

The blouse she was wearing didn't help much with her chest as her chest might have grown because of the recent breastfeeding and what not.

While I was pondering and looking at all this, she suddenly loosened her blouse and took one of her full breasts out and started feeding her kid. I froze at the beautiful sight of the most natural thing in the world. I had a quick glimpse of her dark medium sized areola and even darker thick nipple.

She covered herself and her kid under the pallu of her saree which was a net and translucent. And then, suddenly she looked at me, the frozen me. I froze more. Couldn't move. My body was reacting in weird ways.

As soon as she made eye contact, she knew I had been looking out of curiosity. She smiled gently. The smile alone was so nurturing that I came out of my petrified state and calmed down.

I looked away.. and pulled my covers over me and turned off the lights to give them a little privacy. I could still look at the movements her kid was making and could hear the sound of her bangles which were clinking while she was positioning the kid. I could make out that the kid was taking the nipples in and out of his mouth.

There was a sweet aroma in the air, the aroma of a bit of perfume mixed with sweat if you can relate.

All of this was too much for my overstimulated brain. And I had a hard-on.. a huge one.. I tried to control but couldn't. I stroked my length to the thought of her.. her instructing me to do things in a certain way and be a good boy. With each stroke, her image became clearer and more real. I imagined the most lewd things a teenager could think of.

When I knew I couldn't take it anymore. I climbed down, went to the nearest washroom and gave myself a release, one I'll never ever forget.

I came back, climbed on my berth and slept without looking again at her. There was a sense of guilt and blush which my brain couldn't take again for the night.

I have stroked myself thinking about her uncountable times, with all these new imaginations as well.

But, I think from that point onwards, I got interested in married women and young moms. I have huge respect for them as while taking care of a family, they still manage to look so elegant and beautiful 😌.

I think Men need to hear this

I am a **man** and I think this post might get downvoted for speaking my mind.

# Disclaimer: This is not about all men but men in general.

I think Men still don't understand sex. They don't understand what it means to have sex or how powerful of an energy exchange it can be.

This is because Men don't let themselves experience that feeling.

I'll tell you what that means and hear me out.

Maybe because of our upbringing or the inherent patriarchy that prevails in the society, Men have always been conditioned to think that sex is something you do to a woman. And, man that's nowhere near the definition of sex.

# Sex is a two-person activity. A powerful unison of a man and a woman.

Men can't fathom the depth of this. They don't often make their partners feel safe enough and are not patient enough with them.

And women already know this. They know how naive men can be when it comes to sex. So, they always hesitate. They have this fear of judgement when they express their sexuality. They have a fear of feeling pain during their first time.

# Why do you think that is?

I've heard so many cases where a man and a woman are sexually attracted towards one another. Still, during their first sex, the man is too excited and doesn't have the patience of listening to the woman and making her feel safe.

I have heard that even though the woman's body froze mid-sex or she was feeling discomfort, the man still didn't get the cue to stop and reassure her.

Due to this, the woman can never let go of that hesitation. Women need to feel safe and have a lot of trust before they can let go and fully express themselves in front of their partner and can be totally unfiltered.

This is the main cause of spark dying down or dead bedrooms in the long run. Because the woman was never allowed to express her desires, she never spoke about her kinks or her fantasies and that led to the bedroom dying down.

# Also, why do you think most women feel like they were used for sex?

This is because the man who they had sex with made her feel like that. He didn't make her feel safe. He didn't do foreplay. He didn't ask what she wanted. He didn't do aftercare. These are some basic needs of women.

In my opinion sexual energy of women >>>>> sexual energy of men. Women just need that safe space to express it.

I just think, if men can be a little more patient and communicate with their women, they'll be able to experience the depths of sexual pleasure which overpowers any male centric sexual activity.

There is something divine about making a woman achieve the depths of her pleasure and that can make a man and the woman truly satisfied.