Allow me to introduce myself first, before presenting you my evolution to nudism. My name is Didier.

I am french, so please excuse me, my english can include some mistakes… I’m 25, male, soon wed, and I Have been living in French-speaking Switzerland for roughly 3 years now. I was born in a family, where the concept of nudism itself is considered as a pervert matter. Thus, I hadn’t even discovered about nudism or naturism before view of 12. I have likewise never seen my parents, or any member of my family, nude.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything commenced in 1991, in the summertime. I was then just 12.

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I was at home, my parents were away, and I saw a report on TV, featuring a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still recall some quite funny things in this TV programme : everybody was completely naked, including all the guests and the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing only a hat along with a butterfly-node, and the spouse only a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the very first time, I thought about going naked…
The following night, then I attempted to sleep naked for the very first time in my life. I did not sleep a lot during that night ! I was cold, and wondered what could occur if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was nude. But anyway, I found it fairly great, because I felt unusually free (I usually slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I attempted to remain nude the whole day. As the weather was hot, it was a superb day. I did all the standard stuff in the nude, and this was extremely plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather depressing to need to wear my shorts and T-shirt again. The drug of nudism had caught me, and I’m still addicted to it !
But as I still feared the possible reaction of my parents, I didn’t sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I attempted to stay nude as long as possible when my parents were away.
About one year later, I had abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping nude more and more frequently. One morning, my mom, who came every morning to awaken me, found my pyjamas, and that I was slepping bare. But surprisingly, she did not have a very negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I ‘d explained her, that I couldn’t bear pyjamas, T-shirt and chemise during the night, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first success ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and remaining nude at home whenever possible. A couple of years after (in 1994), I liked to try to be nude outside for the very first time. I ‘d the possibility that there were small woods near the building where we were dwelling. With the other children, we were used some years before to go playing in these woods. One day (not particularily hot…), I went out, into these woods. I went back to the area where I played in the past, and I took all my clothes off. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. The sensation of independence was remarkable… I tried to rekindle this encounter one or two times, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I’d have been immediately denounciated to my parents…
During that period also, I tried to go without panties. I did it a couple of times, but immediately stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfortable, I couldn’t prevent my dick to erect at any time, and my erections were clearly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for many years. During the summer 1996, I made an important measure : I shown to my mom, that I liked to stay naked at home. One day, while she’d gone away for a few seconds, I went into the bathroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message explaining that, when I’d go out of the bath, I’d remain nude because I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would be no way that I’d swear because I didn’t like it, and she accepted that I remained nude. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I really could think… So, I spent nearly one month nude, only swearing when my dad was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The rest of the time, I stayed naked in my bedroom. It was simply one of the greatest summers I Have ever had !
After this summer, I went to high school in Lyon (in ‘Classes Prparatoires’, a high-level scientific qualification after the ‘Baccalaurat’). I had to share my room with 3 roommates, so I was kept to sleep naked during one year, except during the weekend and vacations, once I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I had my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude. Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-naked less than ten times, because I only had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military choice, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the local TV channel aired another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist people were used to go. As this was not far from dwelling (50 km), I went there on my bicycle. The very first time, there were no nudists as the small lakes and beaches were overcrowded (it was the 15-August week-end). But the following time, there was nobody… I stopped, installed myself in a little isolated grass region, and got nude. For the first time in my life, I was naked in public, with other people who could see me. I loved 2 fantastic hours. I went back there fairly regularly during the next 4 years, with great experences, and more awful ones…
For the good ones, I’ll mention that I Have meet my first nude women here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, completely naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence along with the landscape. Lots of people could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was pretty weel allowed in this region except during the week ends in the middle of the summertime.
But I also discovered, for the very first time, that nudism could also be linked to sexual perversion… A lot of gay are accustomed to meet around these lakes, and don’t wait to attempt to have sex with any nude guy they see… I had to reject them quite frequently, and I had ordinarily no trouble, but I eventually stopped to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid additional troubles.
I tried to really go to lots of other “bare locations” in the region, however they were finally all gay meeting points. I did not go there again… In 1998, I settled in Grenoble, to enter an engineering school. For the first time in my entire life, I had my own “flat” (in fact, a student room at the first floor, facing a road, with 3 neighbours). I began to stay nude here more and more often, only swearing for going out (in class or to ride on my bike), or to fetch something in the common refrigerator on the balcony (1 for 4 rooms). When my neighbours were all away, I even could go out on the balcony in the nude.
I never had the courage to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not knowing what their reactions could be : French people are really less open-minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism remains like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I needed to keep my windows shut, subsequently secluding myself a bit… I additionally documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these types of times, which supported myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The 3rd year in Grenoble, I’d went into a larger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I stayed increasingly more nude. I even started to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and the showers in the nude. Always fearing to be discovered… In April 2001, on an extremely little climbing road with no traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during about 10 km. That was a wonderful experience, but I did not have the chance to try once again…
My advancement in “total nudism” went on in Lausanne. There’s, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public beach, where nudism is let. It is there that I had my first real nudist encounter in public, without dreading gay advances, during summer 2003. I truly appreciated it, and I now wait for the heat once again to spend new great times on this shore, with my girlfriend, who I am attempting to convert to nudism also. A couple of months before, I determined once again that I would not wear knickers anylonger. I packed all my panties in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible area (except one slip for total necessity cases). As my penis is now considerably more quieter, there’s no trouble whatsoever, and I now never wear underwear, under any kind of clothes, including click which I wear most of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she’s still not actually converted to nudism, she values the relaxation of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but surely. The next steps will be :
First, the end of the conversion of my girlfriend (who will be my wife afterward) to nudism; I know she will do it, as she’s not opposed to this notion, but it’ll clearly take a lot of time until she is as comfortable with nakedness than I am… After, spend vacations in nudist resorts. I hope that this will become the truth next year. Well, that is all; Thanks to all the people who had the bravery to read my litterature until here

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