Hello there. New member. Excuse the hesitancy...I'm thinking about the idea of the "first time" or "the moment when..." and I can't pinpoint that particular point. I am a repressed naturist in that I haven't given full expression to my desire to be naked. I live "undercover" in the textile world, stealing moments.

But as far as I can remember, the desire to be naked has always been there. I grew up in the West Country in an isolated location and from early teens would walk around fields with as few clothes on as I could. This was never shared with anyone. There was an abandoned quarry, overgrown with trees etc, which offered a sort of protective bowl in which to be naked.

But I was alone. And that's how it has carried on. Stolen moments. Alone in the house or garden. Even walking around where I live with just a pair of shorts, taking them off in brief moments, or skinny-dipping in the stream nearby...until the walk became popular with dog-walkers.

The impulse has always been there, I feel. It has burst out at moments but not with any consistency. I fear this is a typical account. A cliche, probably. But it feels better just writing this down.

And any advice/tips welcome. My profile says single. But that was the easy choice. I am married with children. No chance of being candid. I know that is the right thing to do. But not in real life. Coping strategies may be the best option. I don't know.

Best, Jack