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I never wore a lot to a beach.
String bikini type suits,thong or gstring.
So going nude seemed to be the next obvious step.
So i found a nice quiet beach in Devon and being the only one there thought why not go nude so i did and have not looked back.
I still wear them on non naturist beaches or in my garden as i can't go nude there because i am overlooked.

I've always been a solo naturist. I'm in my late 40's now - married with a son - and ever since my late teens I've loved to be naked outside.

Initially, I'd do it to 'dare' myself. Then, time passed and family came along so my nakedness and nudity took a back seat. My wife isn't interested in trying naturism so I couldn't 'share' my passion.

Along with family and the passage of time came home cooking and family contentedness with the inevitable change in body shape. I should have done something about it a long time ago but between one thing and another, I didn't.

However, I've recently come to terms with my body shape and I've accepted that I'm not Brad Clooney or George Pitt and I started to get back into the idea of naturism.

this young lady seems to get it so nice to see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wh4nUlslmso

When filling out an application form, as it states that a key element is the ability to lift and move heavy objects from time to time - do I say that I am "disabled" because I cannot do this at present (and probably not in the foreseable future either) or not say anything unless reaching interview stage? Think I'll ponder this over lunch....

First outing to the beach yesterday - great to have freedom to walk bare and feel the sun, although it was tempered somewhat by a slight breeze.

Winter break in El Portús, Spain.

www.elportus.com

My friend Phil and I decided to have the Christmas period away from it all and fly off somewhere warmer for a couple of weeks.

As Andrew Welch is now the UK rep for El Portús, Spain I contacted him to find out what was available. At the time of asking all types of accommodation for any dates were there for the booking.

Given the options and prices we settled on a Type B “mobile home” also called a casita as that had the luxury of a bedroom each rather than the pricier Hacienda which have one bedroom and a sofa bed, from 15th - 29th December.
The casita allocated to us actually had 3 bedrooms. A double bed, 2 single beds and a room with 1 single bed.

We booked our flights from Stansted to Alicante. Although Murcia airport is much closer the flight times and price suited us better. Murcia is about half hour from El Portús and Alicante about hour and half drive.

We left the cold UK drizzle full of the anticipation of a warm and sunny fortnight.

In the dark gloomy room, gazing at the Tarot cards laid out before her, the Tarot reader delivered the bad news;

"There is no easy way to tell you this so I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a quick, violent and horrible death this year."

Visibly shaken, the woman stared at the Tarot cards, the psychic's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her trembling hands. She took a few deep breaths to try to compose herself. She simply had to know. She met the Tarot reader's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked:

"Will I get away with it?"

With TN - I have been a member there for three years, but it has offered so little to me over the last 12 months or so that I decided ages back to leave but finally got around to this last night. So, time to build up the same sort of relationships and presence here instead.

About people that you've met but not seen in years? I was thinking recently of a girl that I sort of knew from college many years back who told me that she'd been to Cap d'Age. I was ** that ** close to asking if she'd been to the naturist bit when someone else joined in on the conversation so I never found out. I wonder what would have happened if the answer had been "yes"? Guess I will never know alas.

My local free paper will print my April Fools' story that I sent them a few weeks back - they haven't acknowledged it, but then again neither have they said "no" so I guess I will need to wait a few weeks longer to find out.

"One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?" The woodcutter replied that his axe has fallen into water, and he needed the axe to make his living.

The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked. The woodcutter replied, "No." The Lord again went down and came up with a silver Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked. Again, the woodcutter replied, "No ." The Lord went down again and came up with an iron Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked. The woodcutter replied, "Yes. " The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happy.

Some time later the woodcutter was walking with his wife along the riverbank, and his wife fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked him, "Why are you crying?" "Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!"

This definitely feels like a proper community on here, unlike certain other dubious "nudist" sites

Hans, a middle-aged German tourist on his first visit to Orlando, Florida, finds the red light district and enters a large brothel. The madam asks him to be seated and sends over a young lady to entertain him.
They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit,and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she gasps and runs away! Seeing this, the madam sends over a more experienced lady to
entertain the gentleman.
They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear, and she too screams, "No!" and walks quickly away.
The madam is surprised that this ordinary looking man has asked for something so outrageous that her two girls will have nothing to do with him. She decides that only her most experienced lady, Lola,will do. Lola has never said no, and it's not likely anything would surprise her. So the madam sends her over to Hans. The sit and talk,frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she screams, "NO WAY, BUDDY!" and smacks him as hard as she can and leaves.

My heart is slowly breaking,
And my dream is all but gone.
For I can't seem to tell you,
Who I am or what I've done.

I know we can't be lovers,
It was never meant to be.
So I'll have to be frustrated,
Cause you're still my dream.

So with this fantasy, I'll tell you,
That I hope we can be friends.
I'll see you on the street sometime,
But I'll never write again.

Perhaps a light has shone in the "why aren't I getting any interviews with my CV?" and so it's rejig the emphasis time. One day, when I am working again, I will be getting a new passport and booking my next naturist holiday (well, operations and such permitting also).