Reading stories on solo touch jogs memories of past fun.
Who knows how the brain works. Some might but not me.
I read a story of a neighbor lady catching some one having some solo fun. It reminded me of the time I saw my neighbor out sunning herself. I spent a couple of minutes admiring the exposed parts of her body as I stripped naked and hand my own fun.
Another story told of being caught naked by a female friend. It happened to me. Elly was a friend of ours, she had the no knock rule. She could and did just walk in, she could get a beer, make a sandwich, join us in reading the Sunday paper and just hang out. She caught me coming out of the shower, I did not duck back but just toweled dry under her supervision, I made sure all parts were very dry. After I dressed, again under Elly's watchful eye, my wife asked if we had fun, we did. After that nudity became more casual.
I found another story where some one hiking in the remote desert found a place to strip and enjoy the sunshine on his body where sunshine feels the best. I do the same thing as I hike on the trails in the woods. I like the feeling of being naked outdoors much more than being naked indoors, it just feels better.
The point is I like reading the stories and will send out notes to the author about my enjoyment, but sometimes it will jog a long lost memory that I might want to share too. So if you get a strange note from me it is because I liked your story or I want to share what memory you jogged.
So thanks for my future solo fun.
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