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My Naked Dinner Date
It did not begin by him saying: “Would you like to have a nude Indian food dinner date with me?”
Instead, I could feel the co-creation of this date arising through our conversation. He is a naturist, I am a part-time naturist and we started discussing the varied flavors and textures of Indian food.
I could feel the date coming to life through our texts, like paint on canvas. And so I named it out loud to him, “Are you suggesting a nude Indian food date?” as shivers ran down my spine.
And so it was set for Friday night.
I sat on my black leather couch to wait for him, fidgeting, trying to remain calm.
“Answer the door naked,” he had requested and I agreed.
But I wore two things: my bulky oatmeal colored sweater and a long gold necklace that hung between my breasts. One of my teachers said, “Wear something a little more interesting than nothing,” and so I did.
“I will disrobe as soon as I arrive,” he informed me.
And he did.
Naked Entrance
His text came in on my phone that he was at my front door. I felt a jolt of heat through my body — I was excited and nervous.
I opened the door and he walked in normally, as if it were any other dinner date with…
