Home Sweet Nude Home

I've been away for about a week visiting dear friends who aren't nudists. At home, I don't wear clothes, but out of respect for my friends, I dress when I'm at their place. They know I'm a nudist, and while they've seen me without clothes at my house, their home has frequent visitors who might not understand my lifestyle.

The week was wonderful, filled with good company, delicious food, excellent wine, and even some hiking (though unfortunately clothed). I do sleep nude because I can't rest wearing anything, so I enjoyed that freedom in the privacy of my room. However, my skin wasn't happy being covered each morning as I got dressed.

After a day of travel back home, I rolled my suitcase in and, as expected, the first thing I did was get nude. The relief and joy my body and soul felt were indescribable. As I unpacked, I tossed the clothes into the washer, knowing they belonged in the closet, not on me.

It's always a relief to return home and be myselfwithout clothes! After a week of being dressed, I truly appreciate embracing the authentic, unclothed me.

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