My Nude Debut : is imminent, says Karen

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My boyfriend is much more relaxed about nudity than I am. I’ll come home to our apartment and he’s wandering around naked already, home from work, into the shower and naked if the weather’s good enough. He’ll stay that way all night in summer.

I’ve always had hang ups about my body. I’ve no boobs to speak of, and I feel self-conscious looking at myself naked in the bathroom mirror. But I think it’s kinda cute the way he wanders around. We’ll sometimes eat dinner with him nude, me dressed. And we’re in a sexually active relationship, so there are times when I do get naked, although the time from getting my panties and bra off and getting into bed is milliseconds, if I get my way. Sometimes, I don’t get my way.

Hi, I’m Karen and I live in New York City with my boyfriend, and he’s booked us two weeks in a nude resort in the Caribbean, which starts in about three weeks (is over. Karen submitted this 6 weeks ago: Ella)

I’m both excited and terrified. It’ll be great to get time away with the love of my life, and away from the cold of NYC, but at the same time….going nude???? In public????

How did I get myself talked into this? The simple answer is, I didn’t. He booked it, because he’s always wanted to visit a nude beach. In some ways, I want to throw off my clothes and lose my hangups and inhibitions, and in other ways I don’t want to be on that plane to that location. I want to be back in NYC, wrapped in all of the layers in my wardrobe to ward off the New York winter.

Looking at other men’s cocks? Them looking at my lack of boobs? Can I even go through with it? I’ve only agreed to go on the basis that I can, if I want, keep my swimming costume on.

I’ve agreed to fill another report to SLN when it’s all over. I know that sentence makes it sound as if it’s root canal work, but in a way, root canal work would be preferable right now.



Ella adds: Karen was as good as her word and has submitted her report from Saint Martin. I’ve added a couple of RL photos of the resort (not Karen’s photos) to give you a taster as to what it offers. I often get a sense of SLN being a little bit Euro-centric, so it will be marvellous to break out of that and cover a bit of ‘the Americas’ at last. I’m editing Karen’s piece at the moment and I should have it published during the forthcoming week.photo1 photo2




My Nude Debut : Teufelssee, Berlin, with Scottish Hugh

I arrived in Berlin on a cold March day, and was met at the airport by my ‘landlady’. She rented the top floor of her house out to employees of my company who would be seconded to company HQ for six month periods from all over Europe. There I was, a pale and skinny Brit not long out of university, and abroad for the first time without the company of friends or family.

Berlin is a marvellously bike friendly city, so my landlady and her husband owned bikes and she would cycle off to the shops daily. Her husband had had a mild stroke, walked with a limp, and didn’t get out much, so I was offered the use of his bike and at weekends I would use it to explore a little further afield. Other than that I didn’t have enormous amount of contact with them, as my small apartment could be accessed by fire escape and I could come and go as I pleased.

I didn’t have any friends there. A drink after work with colleagues was the extent of my social life, so I welcomed the weekend bike rides, where I could head off in any direction and see more of Berlin. Of course I did all the tourist bits of it throughout the remainder of March and into April, when the weather did begin to get better, by which time I would be cycling for its own sake, rather than being on a mission to see the Reichstag, or the remains of the Berlin Wall, or KaDeWe (Ella adds: it’s a famous department store) or the dark imposing bits of the former East Berlin.

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I also learned of the Grunewald, the Green Wood, on the western fringes of Berlin, and not so far from where I was living, as a great recreational place at weekends. So it was that I found myself cycling through it one warm Sunday morning in May, and it was a great ride, as the shade of the trees made the cycling more pleasant than riding in direct sunlight around some of Berlin’s streets.

I chanced upon the Teufelssee, a lake in the middle of the Grunewald, and -hold on- are those people naked over there? Indeed they were. Some of them, anyway. There was a relaxed, clothing optional arrangement in place, although a number of them were naked. What should I do? Stop? Cycle on? Join in?

In the end I cycled on, but I was amazed to have witnessed such a thing, so much so that the next week, towel and sun tan oil in a knapsack, I made my way back to the Teufelssee and spread the towel on the grass, sat down on it and slid off my shorts to be naked in public for the first time. It was an indescribable, exhilarating experience. Couples, families, single females and single males like me. Some totally nude, some women topless, some people in bathing suits.

Of course, being a Scot, I’ve been out in public ‘commando‘ before. Everyone knows that nothing is worn under the kilt. So the sense of freedom of movement didn’t seem particularly strange. But this was the first time my genitals had been fully aired in public. It wasn’t remotely ‘erotic’ or arousing and in the midst of dozens of others unclad seemed quite normal. Even the sight of some beautiful German frauleins wasn’t arousing. Delightful to see, but not arousing in that context.

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Hugh finds an SL location that reminds him of Berlin’s Grunewald

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…before he takes to the waters of an SL locations serving as the Teufelssee

Since then, when opportunity has arisen, I have skinny dipped or gone nude on beaches without fear or embarrassment. The great regret of my life so far is that there haven’t been enough occasions on which to do so.



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Nothing is worn under the kilt (It’s all in perfect working order) 🙂

Ella adds: Hugh’s mention of nothing being worn under the kilt prompted me to drag a photo from our now extensive photo library of just that: nothing being worn under the kilt. Text was provided by Hugh, but the photos are of one of our regular models standing in for Hugh, who doesn’t use SL, but who has been reading SLN as a result of it being linked to a RL naturist blog.