When four nude models and a nude photographer mix

The consequences of a nude photo shoot

Since having the inspiration for this particular nude photo shoot my mind was all a whirl.  When creative inspiration hits, it's like a flood of energy like no other.  For me, I see the finished product in my head and get excited for the end result.  When writing I can see the words on the page and all I have to do is trace over them.  When in the groove it can almost be magical.  

The unfortunate thing about the creative process is clearing away all of the obstructions along the way. If I'm writing a new blog or story I have to find time and size it up to energy and creative spirit.  The magic happens when all three planets align.  Once a project is in mind or on the tip of my brain then it comes down to how it all will need to be laid out.  What measures will need to take place so these thoughts become reality?

While doing a session of yoga after body painting in neon colors and activated by black light, I saw the possibilities of what could be done in a photographic sense.  I did a few test shots with a minor camera and worked with them under some primary editing tools. The excitement built for what could be done. I loved the scene of colors mixed with the darkness and how they could play off of each other.  Now all I had to do is get some nude bodies or canvases to put into the proper pose. The images in my head would now be able to come to light or at least black light.

I do have to give some credit to one of my fantastic models for keeping the project alive and on schedule..  Just like most everyone else, procrastination and loss of that creative energy can sideline a project or even eliminate it all together.  It is a pure shame when a great idea never materializes.  "Carrie" would send me messages on how excited for the shoot and how she knew the photos would turn out.  This enthusiasm kept my head in the game.  Soon she contacted her friend "Kim" and told her that she needed to do this shoot as well because she knew that it would be a blast during the shoot.   I called in one other female that just so happened to be a close friend, "Tonya".  

I had my dream team of girls. These girls were ones that I've already seen nude many times and have been nude with each of them so I was comfortable with their abilities to be directed in this manner.  What is nice about being nude with friends quite often is that you tend to know their body parts in at some times intimate manner. I knew Carrie had the nude outline that I needed for one certain shot.  Kim had the perfect breasts that stood so firmly out that I could get great profile shots.  I must say that those breasts were mounted on her in such a way that when her bra fell off it was as if a bra was still holding all DD of them up.  Tonya's body part was almost like a specialty body part.  Her pussy was exactly what I needed in a shot that just had to be seen on film or digital these days.

I've known Tonya for years but how do I bring the subject up and how do I phrase it the right way?  As with all I do I stated it straight forward and without any preservatives.  "Tonya I hope you don't mind but I really love how your pussy looks and I need your puss to be painted in a certain way".  She responded with glee.  I was shocked actually by how excited and even complimented by my request.  "I can't wait to see what you do with my pussy.  You are more than welcome to do anything you need down there".  Throughout the days before the shoot Tonya would text me about how aroused she was by the thought of someone painting her pussy.  Her mind was on over drive.  Hell, those texts started to get to me as well.  How in the world am I going to keep my focus when painting her?

The day of the shoot finally arrived and all my gear and needed equipment was packed in the truck.  I felt everything from nerves, to excitement to even arousal.  The shots were planned out in my mind. The order of painting was sketched out.  I was ready.  I hoped I was ready.

Once in the studio I went right to work in putting myself into the photographer mind frame.  Tonya was the first model to show up and the one I was the most comfortable with.  I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir to help with the jitters or to at least use to relax into the evening.  The drop clothes needed to be laid out so we had a space to paint on without ruining the hardwood floor.  Before I could even get the tarps completely spread and into position I had failed to realize that Tonya had made herself at home and was fully nude.

Tonya was not a shy one when it came to nudity.  She began walking around the studio soaking in the atmosphere.  I could feel her energy and eagerness to begin.  The backdrop needed to be set up but that's not what Tonya had in mind. "Spencer, I rarely see you dressed.  Aren't you going to be naked tonight? Come on, take your clothes off."  I guess I'm known as naked Spencer for a reason.  It seemed that she was watching everyone moment of  me strip.  While folding my pants nicely before laying them down on the floor Tonya had her fingers inside the inseam of my undies.  "I love taking underwear off of guys.  I love it when their dick flops out. It's hot!"

Tonya pulled my undies off slowly so as to get as much of an eyeful as she could.  Her moment of joy with a dick flop didn't go as planned.  My dick didn't flop as much since after all of her teasing throughout the week and the last few minutes I had now become semi erect.  My dick came out more like a spring board than a flop.  "Oh wow, are you hard?" I stated I was getting there.  I'm assuming that she took it as a challenge.  I wasn't sure what shocked me more, the realization that Tonya now had a firm grip of my dick or the chill of her hands.

I had so much to do to get the photo shoot ready but now my dick was being massaged.  A stress reliever was in order whether or not I knew it. She had me pulsating and shaking.  Her hands glided over my shaft.  Pre cum had soaked her palms which made it oh so much easier.  Stroke after stroke became harder and faster.  "We better stop before one of the other girls gets here" I stated.  Tonya responded sharply by saying, "Then you need to cum for me!"  If there is anything more that I like is a command from a naked model with my dick in her hand.  My cum filled her hand and was squirting everywhere.  Just after she wiped my cum on my chest and gave me a lil peck on my cheek Tonya whispered to me, "Are you ready to paint my pussy now?"

Within moments Kim walked in the door.  We had forgotten that with black lights  any bodily fluids show up like a neon sign.  Busted! The room looked like a scene out of C.S.I.  The tip of my still fully erect dick glowed.  Tonya's hands glowed and my chest looked like an abstract painting illustrated by cum.  There was no way around it, Kim knew.

Once cleaned up I still had the daunting task to painting Tonya's pussy.  Tonya had laid back on a pillow while the now nude Kim gathered my paints to assist me with the creative process.  "Spencer, you have to paint Tonya's pussy with the paint brush this time", laughed Kim.  I took the brush and dipped it in some yellow paint to outline Tonya's labia.  Her lips were swollen and had a purpleish  tint to them.  She squirmed a bit at first with every brush stroke.  "I absolutely love the feeling of the brush on my thighs".

Kim was great help by playing clean up crew as well as adding to the brush strokes.  She went more for the sensual and teasing strokes.  Although her painting style was a bit messy.  I believe that was on purpose.  Kim would immediately make sure to avoid getting paint directly on Tonya's lips.  Kim reached down with her finger to wipe the drips of paint that landed on Tonya's pussy.  Tonya let out a light sigh as Kim played a little long with her pussy lips.  Moisture was starting to accumulate on Tonya's pussy and it began to flow into the paint itself..

Now that Tonya's pussy was properly painted it was time to do what we set out to accomplish.  We still needed to shoot the photos.  Tonya laid back again but this time on the all black set.  Kim adjusted my black light lighting to help the pussy glow.  Tonya's legs were wide open and welcomed the camera lens in.  I laid on my stomach to get the right angle for the shot.  My face and camera was right up against Tonya's pussy.  I needed a macro shot that showed the detail of Tonya's pussy.

As I was finishing up the shots I heard the door open.  Carrie and her husband had arrived.  I needed a dick in a few shots.  "Kevin" was a hesitant subject.  He was a bit shy about being nude but went through with it anyway. "Kevin and Carrie, if you don't mind could you strip?  I'd like to get some paint on you right away and keep the shoot moving."  I wanted to help break the ice for Kevin. I directed Carrie to kneel behind Kevin and wrap her hands around his waist.  "I need to have you shield Kevin's dick from view but have your fingers spread".  Kim and Tonya were now seasoned vets and grabbed paint brushes to paint the areas that I wanted in the shot.

Carrie was enjoying teasing Kevin's balls while the rest of us slapped paint in every crevice.  Kevin's dick seemed to be the last area to receive coloring.  Kim was tonight's expert in painting genitals so the duty went to her.  Carrie took a break from playing with Kevin's balls long enough for her friend to paint the shaft and tip.

I took a few shots to get the ball rolling.  The initial shots were pretty tame and artistic but I wanted more.  Kevin's erection would look awesome poking out of the top of his wife's hand.  "Carrie if you can fluff Kevin now that would be great".  She had already been giving him light strokes in between shots.  Kim stated, "I've know you both for many years but I never thought I'd be watching you give a handjob to your husband".  In fact we all were watching.  Kim, Tonya and I seemed to step out of reality for a moment and became willing voyeurs.  Fortunately or unfortunately Kevin's dick was not achieving a full erection.  As if not minding a bit Carrie continued on with the most sensual handjob I'd have ever seen.

For the second time that night my dick stood up with a firm erection.  My hand seemed to  fall down to my side with masturbatory instinct.  With a camera in my right hand and my own cock in my left I fondled myself during this intermission show. It was quiet in the studio except for the sound of skin on skin manipulation and heavy breaths.  Kevin's eyes were barely open and staring at Tonya.  Tonya had a straight on view of the scene.  I had no doubt that her pussy was swollen again.

During Carrie's handjob she glanced over and saw that she not only was getting her husband hard but that she inadvertently had me throbbing.  Carrie looked into my eyes and gave me a devilish grin that showed her approval.  She had now joined the club as a voyeur.  Paint and precum were once again mixing.  I felt a hand glance across my back and noticed Kim had come closer.  Her hand glided down my back and had my skin tingling.  Without notice her warm lips had become wrapped around my dick,

I'm not sure how we completed all of the photos in the shot list but I will say that we all ended up naked and providing bodily fluids that glowed in the blacklight.

Who doesn't love to Masturbate?

MASTURBATION

As you all know I'm very open about my nakedness and opinions on it.  I try not to shy away from any topic dealing with our bodies and especially if it is sexual in nature.  I've had this blog topic on my mind for quiet some time but just didn't know how to present it.  I finally realized that I'm holding back whereas I never do any other time.  I'll just lay it out there as I do the rest of my life.  This can be your warning to turn around now or else enter into another sexual side of me.

I always start with a historical view point of the topic.  It helps ground the piece and at times shows motivation for future actions.  I obviously discovered masturbation by accident as I'm sure most do.  Hell who knows there is a name to touching yourself and having magical liquid escape? No one puts a name to it right away.  They just tend to revisit the experience. I already wrote about how my nakedness began by needing more time to masturbate and to be comfy when doing so.  I won't bore you with a repeat of that story.

The story I will tell is how I may have acquired such a taste for masturbation.  Yes, most guys do it quite often but mine began with a kink and carries to this day. In my early days of masturbating I was also friends with the girl next door.  We did the "play doctor" thing but also would casually be naked as young kids do or at least we did.  Well I guess the stepping off point was one day while trolling around her mom's house naked we ended up getting something to eat in the kitchen.  My dick was hard as a rock thanks to early puberty.  She'd slap it around just for fun and I began to just fondle myself a little as I had recently taught myself to do.  I saw that she was enjoying the show and I enjoyed her eyes on me.  She didn't have any shyness toward then directing me to suit her fancy.

Editor's note:  The previous paragraphs were written the first night but the material and memories were too hot for me to "finish" the whole blog.  I had to "finish" something else".

Ok, now where was I?

Once we saw that we both seemed to enjoy our little entertainment venture it became a consistent repeat performance.  What began as just a couple of kids hanging out naked turned into her early fetish of watching guys masturbate.  It turned into a kink for me as well and almost a crutch.  I found it hard and almost a let down when I'd masturbate alone.  I got used to my eyes on me.  Around the same time she had also found her stride with masturbation.  We had a very casual nature to the topic and act.  It is quite a young guy's dream to have a masturbation partner.  We honestly never had actual vaginal sex but we sure as hell loved to sit on the couch and watch TV while bringing ourselves to orgasm.

After my girl next door moved away I didn't seem to cum just right.  It just wasn't the same.  What the hell fun is masturbating alone? I needed something.  I didn't really find anything like it because maybe I set the bar a little too high to begin with.  I needed sexual extremes to even get me aroused.  They do say that those that masturbate too much lose the ability to get aroused over vaginal sex.

They make the joke of sitting on your hand to numb it to make it feel like a stranger.  That doesn't work lol.  I tried switching hands and it actually does make a difference.  The angle and approach does effect how the erection is handled.  The right hand gives more of a traditional stroke as seen on TV.  The left had, I have found out, allows for an in depth massage of the tip.  This causes the tip to stiffen as hard as the shaft which produces a longer sustained erection.  The follow up of that is a great deal of pre cum.  Eventually the prolonged erection gives off a full display of cum with little effort.

Throughout my time I have seen toys to make you cum but just didn't know how that would work.  I stayed away from them because I felt toys were for the females that needed penetration.  One day I did discover a vibrating object and thought I'd try it out.  There wasn't much I was able to do with it since I wasn't going for the male anal route.  While at full erection I put the vibrator up against the shaft.  Oh My God! Wow! The vibrations went all throughout my dick and felt electrifying.  I came so quickly and emptied out the bucket so to speak.  I liked to take my time when I had a great erection going.  I almost felt cheated because I came too quickly.  So for now I keep the vibrator in the drawer so I can take my time.

Since I brought up the time value with it's relation to enjoyability I might as well go down that path.  I have never been a fan of the quickie.  I seemed to always find ample time for alone time.  If I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it right.  In addition, the eventual outcome has not been my ultimate goal.  Oh yeah, the orgasm is a great feeling but not what I'm looking for.  For me, it's the path and journey of the act.  I love to feel the erection grow.  I love the intense feeling of the tightening of skin.  I love the build up of cum that will eventually spill out.  Once I get to that zenith I call off the show and begin again.  Yup that's right, I'll cock tease myself just so I can feel the build up and erection all over again or I'll just do what it takes to keep a full hard on and just barely keep from climaxing.  When I get my feel of the time I then let go and have a puddle where I place it.

As you have seen I enjoy being open about who I am and what I do.  I have come to find out that this openness has caused many friends and some strangers to approach me with their own stories or experiences.  It's quite a trip when someone begins a self disclosure story.  Even though I've had it happen it still kinda sets me back so I have to keep my best poker face on as I hear how a friend fingers herself or uses a favorite toy.  One such occasion was during work hours and on a job drii8vng trip.  A female friend knew she was near her favorite sex shop and had to pick up a new toy.  I guess hers broke or she needed a fresh one.  While continuing on our work journey after shopping for vibrators she continued on with how and where she uses her toys.  Ya, it took all I could muster to keep my dick from pressing through my work pants.

From the story above brings me to my favorite locations to masturbate or have masturbated.  I couldn't wait until I got home to whip it out so luckily traffic was slow.  It wouldn't be the first time that I drove to a location with one hand.  I'll end my ramble by spinning another yarn about my favorite masturbation session.  I'm not even sure if it counts.  Well anyway, I was out on my deck naked on a  warm summer evening.  The temps seemed to have aroused me as do any temps lol.  My erection was full and enjoying it's time out of clothes.  I want to remind you that I had not manipulated it in any way.  It was an erection that grew to lengths just out of pure relaxation.  Then a warm breeze blew through the yard and caressed my dick in such a way to excite it.  Almost as if by instinct I rocked my hips with the breeze.  Without warning my dick spewed ad releasing causing glee and shock in one moment.  No clean up was needed as it went directly forward.  Total release and no effort.  I couldn't "beat" that.

Many won't admit to masturbating or even admit to enjoying it.  I hope this blog has at least stirred up some feelings to try it out again if you haven't done it in awhile.  I hope you were ok with joining me on this journey of masturbation and having images of me in the middle of self pleasuring.  I would like to admit that many of you reading this have been used in my "Spank bank".  I'm not shy to admit.   it.  I'd really like feedback and to hear your feelings toward masturbation or even drop me a line or message on facebook if you'd like to be used in my next spank bank splurge.

If you don't mind if I end this blog because all of this has gotten me to a point where I need some release.  Once I press the Save button my legs will be open for business.  Happy orgasms everyone!

An addiction to Nudity

An Addiction to Nudity

I continue to campaign for the title of "The Most Naked Person in the Midwest".  Today I really had to stop and think about how I even got to this point. I've been going naked for soooo long that it's tough to remember those early days of stripping.  Everyone was born naked.  Most everyone has had sex.  Most everyone has stripped naked in front of another person.  How does one person go from being naked only in the shower or getting dressed to having what I call, "An addiction to Nudity"?

I'll reach back to my earliest exploration of being nude for the sake of being nude. I would probably have to go back to age 14 or around Freshman year in high school. Growing up with many older siblings I did not have much time for privacy.  My moment of privacy came while using the bathroom or while taking a shower.  I was beyond excited when I found myself alone at home.  During this early time in my life it was also time for puberty to hit.  I was a normal male in that my hormones were switching on.  My moments in the shower were becoming longer and longer due to seeing that my penis was getting longer and longer on a more frequent basis.  

If my penis was going to maintain a state or arousal then what came next was just natural: Masturbation.  What does masturbation have with being naked you ask?  Well, as I said before privacy was at a minimum so masturbation was limited to shower time.  Now that I found myself being home alone more and more I found that I had more time to masturbate.  The odd thing for me is that I enjoyed it more when fully nude.  When alone I could strip and masturbate anywhere in the house my mind could imagine.  

In addition to masturbating in the nude when home alone there was also time when the girl next door would come over.  Hey, why touch  my own dick when there was a chance to "play Doctor".  Throughout these years of self exploration as well as the exploration of the female gender I got my early feelings of being nude.  It was exciting.  It felt freeing.  It felt daring at a time when I was a good lil Catholic boy.  When many say that they just get naked or want to be nude for the sake of being free or the comfort of it all I say out of the side of my lips, "Bullshit, it still has to do (at times) with a pursuit of the human goal of arousal and orgasms".

Now my early start years in nudity may have come from the goal of releasing puberty's liquids but the seeds of addiction came \in the years to come.  I couldn't obviously masturbate 24/7 or every time that I was nude so I found myself going about my daily routine but without clothes on.  As most nudists that weren't born into it, sleeping nude is the initial test of how well you can do being nude for a longer period of time.Yes it was still late teens when the nude sleep was occurring so the middle of the night and morning wood was a draw to sleeping naked.  I have always enjoyed the late night and early morning erections.  It's what makes me never want to sleep in pjs again.

Nudity in my late teens and early 20's was also a time when exhibitionism on a small scale began.  The rush and excitement of maybe being caught nude was a factor in continuing my nude exploration.  This rush would play a big role as my life went on.  I didn't know there was a label to this part of the addiction until many years later.

It wasn't until my late twenties when my life started to slow down a bit that I finally came out of the closet so to speak about my addiction.  I say that coming out as a person that goes nude is as big or more than coming out as gay.  You don;t know if people will react negatively or say that you have a sex addiction or whatever they may feel.  When I began dating my wife she saw that I was nude most the time we were not out dating and going to movies.  I never really thought about it until I called her place of work and her coworker would always ask if I was naked.  I came to find out that my then girlfriend was telling her friends and coworkers of my addiction.  I got positive feedback and loved the Q and A I would get about my lifestyle.  It was part of that exhibition rush also that I got from now being out of the closet and having  people talk to me about it.

Photos by John Mefford

The more I was naked the more people found out I loved to be naked.  It became a snowball effect.  The more people found out the more they wanted to hear about it or discuss the ins and outs of it.  I had never really gotten much attention as a kid or even a teenager so all of this attention brought on by nudity was bringing me out of my shyness. A drawback or at at times plus was that I would be asked why I wasn't naked at the time .  At parties or float trips or any event that I could I would strip or be nearly naked. Friends came to get used to this as part of who I was.  At times I would be introduced as Naked Dave or "This is Dave.  He likes to be naked all the time". A coworker that flirted with me on occasion said that she was going on the float trip finally and she said she knew most on the float trips had already seen me naked.  She had stated that one reason that she was going is because she had wanted to see me naked.  As any good exhibitionist would do , I made sure I was naked in front of her to check that box for her.

Since my friends knew me as a person that got naked a lot they came to expect or also believed that I was a sex addict as well.  I'll admit I'm a major flirt but not every time I'm naked do I think of fucking someone or coming in any way. Some friends saw that any part of my body that was naked was fair game to touch or tease. Two cases  come to mind.   Another friend of mien that has seen me naked on multiple occasions always asks to slap my penis around.  She's playful about it so that has become her thing.  Although there are times when asking does not take place. On evening I was the only one naked on a dance floor and all of a sudden a female that I did not know reached over and gripped my penis extremely hard.  Within mili seconds  she was sexually abusing it so to speak.  I had to move quickly to not cause more of a scene.  She understood that she had crossed a line.  There is a time and place for everything.

Moving forward from working with the St. Louis World Naked Bike Ride I gained knowledge of what others were doing in the St. Louis area as far as nude socialization.  I first heard of Sex Positive and saw that they were gaining steam in the area.  However, the sex portion of their name kinda had me leary.  I couldn't tell exactly where they were other than a sex group.  To this day they still carry a sex under tone.  They also seemed choosy as to who was invited or worthy.  I have come to not like the leadership of the group.  I'm glad I steered clear of that organization.

If Sex Positive wasn't going to be for me then where can I get my outlet for being nude and more frequent? I found a nude sketching group where I could get back into my drawing as well as strip in public.  I could model and be seen or just sit there naked with a sketch pad.  I had the best of both worlds.I loved being around other nude people that shared my interests or art and to be nude.  

Photo by Patrick Brehm

Spawning quickly came the creation of STLBared that opened the flood gates to nude socialization.  I met all kinds of nude people that brought their own back story and nude sub groups.  It was so freeing to hang out figuratively and literally with all types.  While with this group I don;t even think about clothes.  I truly appreciate the fact that many of my nude friends have never seen or rarely see me with clothes on.  Currently at this stage in my life even many of my clothed friends hardly know me as being dressed.  I feel I truly have rounded out my nude addiction.

Don't let me forget my naked Yogi friends that I will not name outwardly for their own privacy.  These bunch of naked friends have really shown me the relaxed nude state and have brought being nude back into a fun experience.  We may have nude yoga to nude buffets.  Every time I go I end up kicking myself for not going more often.  Nude yoga seems to be my new addiction.  It's quite a nice addiction to have.

Throughout my years on this Earth I have had friends come and go but it seems that my nude friends continue to increase and rarely do they fade away.  I think I'll keep this addiction going on and not seek treatment for it.  I can proudly say that I love being nude alone or with a group of friends.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

Let's simply take a look at Boobs

Boobs or Tits?

There is so much to talk about when it comes to boobs.  First and foremost is the name itself.  I'm not going to get all hung up on the title of the body part.  The common terms are either Boobs, Tits or Breasts.  For this blog I think I'll go with boobs to keep it consistent.  I'm using the term boobs for no other reason than, I can.  You may have your own name or preference and I will go along with that when I read your blog about boobs.  Fair enough? Now on with the show!

Many times my blogs are written because I want to get something off my chest.  Ha, Get it? See what I did there?  Sorry.  This blog got an inspiration from a recent chat with a friend of mine.  The chat centered around what body parts look good in clothes and which ones are stand alone in their nude value. My friend said that her boobs look fantastic in a nice lacy bra or at times needing to be pushed up.  This blog will attempt to discuss parts of the boob, the feel of the boob and what makes a fantastic boob that some may look for when shopping in aisle three for their ideal boob.  I'm going to put on display some areas that can be used but once again this is subjective and not an end all scoring system for boobs.  

For starters, I'd like to introduce my friend and reason for this blog.  Readers, please welcome "Jill" to the blog.

Jill wanted to show you her beautiful boobs for the blog to help get a start to this conversation.  By looking at her boobs words or nipples are about to poke right out of your screen. While chatting, we discussed what parts of a boob make it to be a "10" on a scale of 1 to 10.  Obviously boobs are rated by the eyes , mouth or hands of the beholder. What Jill and I wish to do is to create a measurable look into certain areas of the boob.  I shall start in no certain order.

*** Disclaimer: A person's body is perfect in many ways.  We all have body image issues , large or small.  Unfortunately not everyone is comfy in their own skin.  This blog wishes to recognize that somewhere in us we all have our likes and dislikes for a person, whether it is a personality trait or body style.  When we find the right combo then we may even start a relationship.  This blog is meant for pure pleasure only and is not intended to set a perfect standard. ***

Cup Size

Does her cup runneth over?  Here's one of the BIG debates in the universe.  Do you like big boobs or the tiny boobs?  What size makes your hands or mouth feel just right?  In this today's American society many think that bigger is better.  It has been shown that the boob of today has grown to a higher average.  If you like small boobs than that may be a thing of the past.  I won''t get into the reasons why boobs are growing all over the nation but it seems cleavage is not going away, nor should it.  

I'll imagine a person's preference of boob size may be depending on what their overall pleasure of them is.  Do they like to motor boat them?  Are they just a nipple sucker?  Do they just like to fondle the boob or are they purely visual?  You truly have to ask yourself why you care if a female has a small bust or large bust.  If you are like me you are just happy there are boobs visable and God has graced upon me sight and light in order to view the boob.  

Fake Vs. Real

Since we got "Size" out of the way we might as well move right into why size seems to need to be changed or modified.  To begin with I do recognize the reasons for reductions or those that have gone through surgery or an illness.  Not every procedure to the boob is done for purely cosmetic reasons.  The fake boob may have come out of the itty bitty titty committee.  They may have seen that their tiny boobs just weren't cutting it for themselves or their partners.  Bigger isn't always better unless you want to fill out a shirt or a dress.  The showing of cleavage can be just at good at times as showing the whole boob.

The thing about fake boobs is that all but the look is fake.  A fake boob has a firmness that even the firmest of real boobs don't have.  The nipple is still up in the air for me with fake vs real.  How does a fake nipple work out?  Can it still go soft and then get erect? Maybe I'm showing my bias.  Maybe I want that soft feeling and feeling or pushing into a real boob.  There are so many shapes and sizes or boobs so I say enjoy the shape you have and let them be a part of you.  Your boobs are your signature up front.

Nipple

To me, the nipple is the smile on the face of the boob.  It's the icing on the cake.  A boob may have a great shape or hang but if the nipple is a bit off or just not right then the bare boob may be a little underwhelmed.  Although if a boob is smaller or what may seem as less perky but the nipple has a great color or erection to it then that may be the best boob in the world. I'm sorry I guess you have found my weakness, the nipple.  

Within the nipple realm is the perky nipple, the puffy nipple, the inverted nipple and the gumdrop nipple.  

This is a gum drop and you have hopefully seen the gum drop nipple.  They are fuller and pop out of the boob.  These type of nipples are the holy grail of nipples due to their ability to shine right through any clothing top.  These type may need  some sort of tape just to keep them down.  No bra or padding may control the strongest of gum drops.

Our friend "Jill" wanted to weigh in again on the fact of gum drop nipples.  

I could show you examples of nipples to the end of the day but I'm sure we have seen them before.  The nipple is truly the personality of the boob.  

Pencil Test

If you have not heard of the pencil test it is a test to gauge the amount of hang time a boob has.  When you place a pencil under the boob will the boob be able to hang onto the pencil?  If the boob can hold on how far under the boob can the pencil go? The less of an ability to hold the pencil shows the firmness of a boob.  If a boob has begun to slope down thru time and/or gravity then less probability to hold a pencil.  Once again, everyone has their taste and shape of a boob.  There is much to be said about the hang of a boob.  A firm boob has it's fans but a boob that can hang down when a female leans overs creates such a pleasurable viewage.

Over time most every boob will be able to hold a pencil if real.  The boob may hold up better than some but then some boobs are just meant to have a tear drop shape.  If you wish to include the pencil test then firmness is a quality that you are looking for.

Other factors

Even after all that we have set scores or levels to there is still the unknown or 'X' factor.  This variable is set by the person that may be evaluating the particular set of amazing boobs at the time.  Some of the specifics that a person may use to say, "hey, wow, I love those boobs", may be if they have tan lines or that the nipple is more pink or reddish or brown.  Each person's taste is going to be different.  

What does the perfect boob look like or feel like? The world may never know but I'm sure we'll never stop looking, tasting, feeling and judging. I for one am a supporter of the free the nipple campaign.  Once we as a society see the boob and/or the nipple exposed on a regular basis then it will become the norm.  In a way the boob can be sexual in that it is a part of the body that is readily available in a sexual encounter but the boob is also a part of the body that once viewed as, "we all have them". While I have seen many while in a clothing optional event they no longer are at times noticed unless special attention has been brought to them.

I say enjoy the boob for what it is.  They're beautiful and unique to their owners.

Corner Office Contest Blog

Welcome to the contest portion of this blog.  Will you be able to arouse me like I hope I do to you in my newest Erotica piece, "Corner Office"?

There is a comment section just below where you can write your entry.  Good luck my little hotties!

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I want my title to be the Most Naked person in America!

The Title of this blog is...

TITLES

I've never had one of those name plates on the edge of my desk., I've never had my name or title on the door to my office.  I've never felt like or wanted to be labeled in any way during my life.  No matter what you do in life people will want to put you in a nice corner so as to better understand who you are.  Some people love to be addressed by their title or only recognize themselves by what they do or they letters after their name.  Even in the nude world I have seen that people will want to identify themselves by their tastes or kinks or sexual preferences.

Since attending clothing optional events I have come to find sub groups.  These sub groups can easily be identified and some lay just underneath the surface.  In life we have commonalities with everyone and the subgroups determine our friends and at times our enemies.  At a clothing optional event the obvious commonality is that we are mostly all nude.  The subgroups bring the flavor to the individual.

I'll begin with the term of being a nudist vs. a naturist.  When people learn that I don't wear clothes that often they immediately then ask, "Oh, are you a nudist?"  For much of my life I would agree with them so that their mind could rest at ease and they knew how to deal with that information.  I honestly don't like being called a nudist because for me it brings up thoughts of the AANR (American Association of Nude Recreation).  AANR is more of a very conservative, rules and regulations, contracts and a membership card.  How can I relax in the nude if I have all these governing guidelines to follow?  

Naturists on the other hand have a lot in common with a nudists.  Yes, both of them enjoy being nude.  Naturists as well enjoy being nude in a social setting.  Naturists are the down to Earth and communing with nature.  Naturists also stand for nudity with an asexual slant.  There are no sexual tendencies with being naked.  We all live in harmony under one naked roof.

Let's continue on with nudity but as what perspective that we have in our own mind.  Again, when people may hear that you enjoy being nude they sometimes go straight for the statement of, "Oh, you must be an exhibitionist."  Just because I like to be naked doesn't mean I'm hoping everyone is staring at my junk. When I'm naked at home alone am I being an exhibitionist for the cat?  That sick little monkey watches me way too long when I get out of the shower. Why won't he just leave the room when I'm having sex?  Damn cat must be a voyeur.

"Well if you don't enjoy being seen naked then you must be going to these parties to look at other people naked."  If you aren't as blind as Stevie Wonder than you just might catch a glimpse of an uncovered breast or ass.  AANR and most nude groups frown upon the practice of staring at an individual when naked.  You must respect their right to be nude as much as we are respecting your right to be among the nude.  Actually, this rule is not just for when you are nude in a social setting but for everyday life. This skill comes under socialization skills.  While attending these events it does come out in private conversations that people do look, People are curious.  People are not asexual no matter what group you are with.  

Then there are the relationship status' that a times are blurred and people use to try to explain who that other person is standing naked with them in the kitchen.  Those that called themselves Poly or are polyamorous are those that are dating more than one individual or at least have some part of an intimate relationship.  Poly peeps are those that may just want to sample many cookies at the same time or just don't have the want to be with just one person because of what another person may bring to them.

Swingers are a whole other ball of wax.  They can be Poly but most the time Swingers are into the relationship for the sexual factor whereas Poly want that connection.  It's just my opinion but many swinger couples blow up due to the fact that one of the members goes Poly and is in a deep love or relationship for a former fuck buddy.  

I'll briefly touch upon the sup group of BDSM.  All of the former sub groups can be seen at a nude event and you will never know.  When a BDSM person is in the room you also will not be able to tell since they are not walking around with nipple clamps or in chaps.  These couples save their subgroup to the bedroom or dungeon .  There are many times BDSM do not like to be fully nude or even in public.  Much of what they do are primarily for their joy alone.  

I could go on into other subgroups that consist of LGBT but that is mostly a sexual preference.  What I have discussed is what a person may bring to their nude life.  It's not an end all explination of the people there but it may show you that you too can be comfortable with who you are and what you bring to a nude gathering.

I love to be naked but I don't want to be called a nudist.  I enjoy being in nature but I'm not a naturist.  I honestly love to be seen nude because it's a big confidence builder but I'm not strictly an exhibitionist.  I don't stare an a great firm ass but yes I'll look and admire but not to the point where I want that person to be uncomfortable.  I'm not a complete voyeur but a person that enjoys the human form.  I'll admit that I have nude female friends that I feel close to but I'm not poly.  I count them as close friends that I at times see nude.  I have a relationship with another couple but we are not swingers.  Just because I love to be spanked and to spank other people doesn't mean I'm part of the BDSM.

There is no reason why we have to fit into a nice little box for others sake or even for your own sake.  I think it's better to blend in with all and therefore enjoy the company of a variety.

The only title I want is to be the Most Naked person in America!

Kinky Vs. Fantasy Vs. Preference

What's your Kink?

If I have to be nude to write my blogs or erotica pieces would you consider that kinky, a fantasy or a a preference?  I believe there is no wrong answer to that question.  At one point or another all three could be or could have been true.  In the past I may not even believed I'd be doing this and doing it regularly and having you all read my naked journal of thoughts.  So in the past this exploration into all things naked was just a fantasy.  It's now a reality.  To those that are a tad bit more vanilla in nature you may consider all that I type or the fact that all that I type when nude is just darn down right kinky.  The bottom line is that it's just a preference.

Let's first begin to break this down in parts to get a better understanding of the three. I'll start with the fantasy element.  When you fantasize it is usually between you and yourself.  The fantasy is an idea, a wish.  It starts in the mind and stays in the mind.  It is a time when I say that you mind fuck yourself.  In a fantasy you can be whomever you want and do whatever you want.  It can be as mild as mowing the lawn naked, mowing the lawn naked with a fully stiff erection or as strong as fucking every girl in your work place.

The fantasy is only held back by as much as you allow it to be held back.  Many fantasies live and die with yourself.  It's only with an open partner or your own willingness  for you to vocalize them or even act upon them.  If you can act upon them then it becomes a success in your sex life bucket list or kink bucket list.  The thing about fantasies is that the event usually only happens once or just once in the original form of the fantasy.  After the initial fantasy has been played out it's a done turkey but if the same type of event plays out over and over then it shall now develop into a kink.  

Being kinky is a little bit of fantasy mixed in with some preference.  A kink has to start out in the mind.  They always say an action was once just a thought in the brain.  It may be a micro thought or a continual, over the years thought.  It could even be a subconscious thought.  When you begin experiencing your kinky behaviors it's because you have allowed yourself the freedom to release your thoughts and see how they play out in real life.  

Congratulations for having the balls or the guts to let your freak flag fly and try what has been in your mind.  Kinks come in a variety of sizes, shapes and ideas.  Kinks are another thing that trips your trigger as I have written about in the past.  Kinks are the lil flavors that we build up for some reason or another and hope to experience over and over. Now "I have a friend" that absolutely loves to be spanked with household items.  To many people it may seem disgusting or unsanitary but to the individual , it is what gets them off or excites them.

The one thing about kinks is that it also can be within your own world or shared.  The kinky behavior is what you make of it.  Just like with fantasies it's about the subject material and they execution of the fantasy or the kink.  If a "friend" fantasizes about wearing her friends clothing and masturbates in them then that is her thought to get her off.  Now if she continually wants to find her friends clothes and use them as a way to get off on a regular basis that that female has a kink.  If she does this act alone and it stays there then that part of the kink is complete.  Now if she has to let the person know that she is wearing the clothing or informs of the act then it's an added twist to the kink which deepens the kinky behavior.  It has now been shared and with that, it grows.

We like what we like.  We want what we want.  We can't deny ourselves the taste that we acquire.  Fantasies are our unlimited wish list.  Our kinks are the played out version that some may not appreciate.  It's our own individual action story.  Our preferences are our ways of making our own life ours.  Our unique play list on Itunes.  

Our preferences could be as simple as only wanting to have sex in the missionary position.  It may just be that you have to keep your socks on so you don't feel completely naked in bed.  Life is like Burger King or it should be.  You can have it your way.  With preferences comes the normal for you.  Without the right setting or action a preference may deny you of the ability to be pleased  if the exact setting is not right.  

If a guy has only masturbated or masturbates too much then the sensation of sex with another live person may not be what is needed for him to orgasm.  His preference may now have switched off his ability to experience an orgasm any other way.  So here is the draw back of all three.  as the saying goes, "Too much of a good thing can be bad for you".  Allow yourself to fantasize about many aspects of your life whether it be sexual or not.  If you want to be kinky then let it be a special treat to change up the routine.  If it is a preference , don't forget to expand your scope.  You will be surprised to the other tastes and flavors of ice cream there are if you just try a little.  

Now go out there and enjoy what your mind has prepared for you, you sick lil twisted monkey and BTW I prefer to go commando.  A kinky behavior (one of many) is to do housework in the nude while maintaining an erection.  A fantasy is to strip at an all female party.  Ok, that was cathartic.

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