u/CastroRunner

The fun thing about being an exhibit is that rush of fear and overcoming it. Haven’t had it in a while, but it was significant enough rush that the entire moment is etched in my mind.

My moments are:

1. My first nude beach. I kept walking down the shore with my friend who was also nude, and for a moment I noticed no one else was nude. Shy crowd, but I felt trapped bc I was out in the open so even if I started to walk back it would be a while until I was out of view.

2. Taking my jock off at a club for jock night. This was most recent. It was warm enough where I felt weightless since the wait matched my skin almost.

At nude events I feel this for a second but since everyone else is nude the feeling goes away. Finding.m true exhib moments for CMNN is very rare where I’m not breaking the law, lol.

I just feel like it's time to settle down. I've done it all, but I think I just want to come home to a guy who already knows me, can fuck me past midnight and trust he'll know what buttons to press.

I put myself out there and met Edu. He's about my height but has the body of someone who doesn't deny himself a meal on top of a body with a history of outdoor work and adventure. He's got soft looking eyes, thick brows, and a square chin. His calves are like almost the same as his thick forearms.

When we met, things were normal just going back and forth on our daily lives. After a couple dates, he eventually revealed he's only looking for relationships where he is the dom-CM in the arrangement. To continue us I'd have to agree on a contract. I knew he was into kink, and I don't mind it. I'm looking for something reliable. I guess a contract will lay it all out there.

The gist of it is as followed:

• I must relinquish my clothes. He is the only one to wear clothes in the relationship. My identity is my nude body and my sexual life is his how he decides. This includes my daily and public life. The dynamic is sub, but with the removal of decision comes freedom and pride in public nudity. The world may know I'm someone's whore, but I'm choosing to give someone else choice in my life.

I had some hesitation. I've seen guys in the gym work out nude, and I've seen naked guys in hiking trails as well. A lot of guys converted to an exhib lifestyle, others just found it convenient to run errands nude, some were converted by their Dom partners and now I know where those guys started their journey.

I messaged him I'd try it out while we dated. I showered, put on deodorant, my necklace, some sneakers, cologne and left my clothes in the closet. Hearing my apartment door click behind me set my heart racing. Being nude after a shower was normal, being naked in my complex's hallway and my street was an adventure.

The brewery was walking distance from my complex. The night's darkness cloaked my nudity, except 2 cars that passed by, I had not been seen yet. I made it to the spot the light welcomed, all of me wether I had a choice or not. I felt out of place, yet brave, like I decided this and everyone else was made to put on clothes.

I found Edu and we hung out for the evening. This was one of our best dates. He didn't change, but I felt such openness between us. I think about 200 people must have seen me naked. It's weird, I felt embarrassed being seen by the two cars that passed me, but with each new person seeing me nude I felt less and less embarrassment. I didn't change nor did my dignity, and what's the point when this entire brewery had now seen me nude? I could see these people again tomorrow and they know my naked body now, so who cares?

I'm considering taking this relationship long term, I don't think I'd miss clothes. I had said I wanted reliability, and even monotony, but what I discovered with Edu so far is something new and exciting.