Written by Barelin and edited by Megansdad
Based on a meme from the website Nude World Order from June 2023
I am Ayla Meadows, 24. Elegance and grace flow naturally from me as my slender figure moves with poise, highlighting my striking features. My black hair flows gracefully and reaches the very tips of my waist.
Though I stand just above 5’ 1” tall, my presence possesses an undeniable captivation, surpassing any need for towering stature. It is a shame that I have to cover my body.
My small breasts, devoid of all hair, tastefully complement my overall allure, and add the magnetism that effortlessly draws people towards me, like moths to a flame. With each step I take, my confidence radiates, leaving a lasting impression on those fortunate to cross my path.
Standing beside me is my boyfriend, Kayne Carver, 26. He is a man who commands attention with his impressive height of 6’ 6”. His short brown hair frames a face adorned with captivating blue eyes, glistening with a hint of mischief. His body is quite chiseled to perfection. But it reflects his appreciation for well-being and pride in his appearance.
I turn towards Kayne, my expression warm and inviting, extending a gentle beckoning gesture to invite him closer. As my lips part to speak, my words carry a soothing reassurance, “Come here, don’t be shy or embarrassed, I won’t bite.” My voice holds a subtle playfulness, putting Kayne at ease and encouraging him to embrace the moment without hesitation.
My curiosity piques as my words hang in the air, leaving Kayne wondering why I summoned him to my presence and, more intriguingly, why I stand before him completely naked. With a mischievous smile, I address his curiosity head-on, my heart pounding with anticipation. “When I asked you to visit, I deliberately made it sound mysterious and promised all would be revealed. Is this even close to what you expected?” I let my tone carry a hint of audacity and playfulness, for I am about to present a proposition that will challenge the boundaries of our bond. As I look into his eyes, I see them shimmer with excitement, mirroring my exhilaration.
Inviting Kayne to sit beside me, I eagerly urge him to lend me his ear and listen closely to what I have to say. With a confident tone, I assure him, “I believe you will like my suggestion a lot, and I expect you to find it irresistible. It could be a complete game-changer.”
As I watch Kayne’s eyes widen with intrigue and his attention captured by my presence, I can sense his eagerness to hear more about the bold proposition I’m about to unveil. The mere thought of it promises to alter the course of our lives, and I can’t help but feel a surge of excitement building within me.
I had been concerned that he might not come over, but now that he’s here, I can let go of those worries. There’s an undeniable energy in the air that I prepare to address. The potential anxiety he might have regarding my nudity as it forms the crux of my proposition. It’s a vulnerable position to be sitting before him in the living room, but I believe in the importance of openness and honesty in our relationship.
Once Kayne processed the initial surprise of me exposing myself to him, something I had wanted to do since the first time he entered my life, a wave of excitement coursed through me. Before our paths crossed a few months ago, I had been toying with the idea of baring my desires, but fear had held me back like a timid chicken. However, I felt a surge of courage pushing me forward.
As I nervously presented my suggestion to Kayne, I knew it was anything but conventional. It had the potential to shock him, to challenge the norms we had grown accustomed to. Yet, deep down, I believed this unorthodox proposition could trigger a profound transformation in our lives. It held the promise of pushing boundaries, of venturing into unexplored territories that could bring us closer than ever before.
The mixture of nervousness and anticipation simmered within as I anxiously awaited Kayne’s reaction. Would he dismiss my suggestion as a mere whim, or would he take it seriously, the significance it held for me? The unknown loomed before us, shrouding our future of uncertainty. But I was willing to face the uncertainty head-on if it meant the possibility of unlocking new dimensions in our relationship.
With bated breath, I watched his expression shift, his eyes flickering with emotions. Would he recoil in shock, or would he embrace the audacity of my proposal? Our connection, the bond we had been nurturing over these past few months, would give him the courage to explore this uncharted territory alongside me.
As the seconds ticked by, each one laden with anticipation, I realized that my vulnerability had brought us to a critical juncture. Would this leap of faith bring us closer together or further apart? There was no way to predict his response, and that uncertainty thrilled and terrified me.
In that suspended moment, I knew that regardless of Kayne’s decision, I had taken a courageous step toward authenticity. I had exposed my true desires, allowing them to float in the space between us, vulnerable yet hopeful. Now, it was up to him to decide whether he was ready to embrace this unconventional path to embark on a journey that could forever change our lives.
Kayne knew of my deep fascination with nudity when we were mutual friends for some time. Talking with him and my other friend’s conversations about my desires and curiosities since it was legal to register with the state. It wasn’t until we started going together that he knew there was some seriousness to it. I felt comfortable opening up to him about my longing to explore a nudist lifestyle. And so, the idea began to take shape in my mind – the notion of registering as permanude companions, now that we had finally reached the age where such a decision was within our grasp.
I stood there vulnerable, excited, and nervous, determined to propose my idea to him. I wanted to express my longing to embrace nudity but also my desire to have a companion by my side throughout this journey. I didn’t want to embark on this new chapter alone, and I knew Kayne’s friendship and support would be invaluable.
As I mustered the courage to speak, I carefully articulated my thoughts. I explained how much I yearned to explore the liberating lifestyle of nudism and how I believed it could be an incredible opportunity for personal growth and self-acceptance. I emphasized that this wasn’t a fleeting whim but a deeply rooted fascination that had been with me for a long time. And with a touch of vulnerability, I shared my worries about taking this step alone, acknowledging the uncertainties and apprehensions that naturally accompanied such a significant change.
In my proposal, I suggested we start with something small, like a nude walk around the block. I couldn’t contain my enthusiasm and couldn’t help but suggest that we might venture further at that moment. The prospect of testing our confidence and experiencing the exhilaration of embracing ourselves without hesitation or judgment was thrilling and nerve-wracking.
As I awaited Kayne’s response, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of hope and anxiety. Would he understand my longing? Would he be open to this unconventional lifestyle choice? I wanted nothing more than to share this journey with him, to have a partner who understood and embraced my desires and could walk alongside me as we explored the realm of nudity together.
Entering the partly fenced backyard, I felt a mix of excitement and curiosity bubbling within me. The person who had accompanied me on this adventure was standing beside me, completely nude, while he remained dressed, aware of the curious gazes of the neighbors as they passed by. It was a peculiar situation, and I couldn’t help but wonder what prompted them to be so uninhibited. They seemed ecstatic about my newfound freedom.
His curiosity was piqued, and he mustered the courage to ask me how I felt about this unique experience. He told me my eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as I expressed that it was something I wanted to do for some time. The idea of bearing it all, embracing my vulnerability and liberation, has been a desire deeply ingrained within me. I was craving that he sees the joy contagious as mine to bear it all.
At first, when we entered the yard, he was just standing there. With me unabashedly naked unbothered that some can see me. He was unsure about the yard, not private in his face. Several thoughts crossed my mind at the moment, from boyfriends to lovers. After all, boldness and authenticity were qualities that intrigued me. After standing there out of the norm naked on the grass, I knew Kayne to be making the first move.
However, I felt the cool breeze across my body. It is until I shift my feet or glance down as I am at ease. The naked walk had left me feeling invigorated and empowered, ready to embrace life in its rawest form. Gathering my courage, I stepped back and said, “Kayne, will you shed your clothes with me and join me in getting registered with the state lifestyle department to be my lifelong partner of being a permanude?”
I listened intently, weighing the possibilities as the suggestion lingered in the air, and my mind began to wander through the potential implications of such an arrangement. The thought of consistently shedding societal norms, and embracing ourselves without the burden of clothing, had a certain appeal. It was an invitation to authenticity, a commitment to breaking free from the constraints of convention.
As he pondered the proposal, I considered the myriad of emotions. The lifestyle allows for uninhibited sex in public that I could enjoy with a permanude partner anywhere. The lifestyle allows completely uninhibited sex in public wholly in opposition to societal norms. The vulnerability and trust that such a commitment demands would require us to navigate social judgments and prejudices, face our insecurities head-on and support one another in moments of self-doubt. It would require us to navigate social judgments and prejudices, face our insecurities head-on, and support one another in moments of doubt.
Ultimately, he appreciated my boldness and honesty and felt a sense of admiration for my willingness to explore uncharted territory. As we continued our conversation, he shared his thoughts, expressing his reservations and concerns. Together, we delved into the complexities of this unconventional path we were contemplating. We reached an understanding and a mutual agreement and will register with the state for five years strictly.
To sum up, strict permanude is the most extreme that he fully supported and stood behind. We acknowledged the importance of clear communication, consent, and respect in maintaining a healthy dynamic. Stepping into the house, the decision we would embark on together. Even though he ultimately decided not to embark upon this journey nude together.
Embracing our shared vulnerability, the thrill of the risk of him being caught unregistered, and embracing the challenges that lay ahead. At that moment, our lives took an unexpected turn. Going forth on a path to redefine our notions of freedom, intimacy, and self-expression. It was a journey that would require us to face our fears and insecurities, but it was one we were willing to undertake in pursuit of authenticity and personal growth.
I paused for a moment, considering his proposal. The idea resonated with me, stirring a mixture of excitement and uncertainty within. The exhilaration of our recent walk still coursed through my veins, leaving me with an unquenchable thirst to alleviate the mounting tension that had built up inside me. As I looked into his eyes, I recognized the depth of our connection, the bond we had formed as best friends. We shared laughter, tears, and countless unforgettable moments.
Kayne stood before me, his eyes filled with tenderness and longing, as he offered me something that transcended the boundaries of friendship and delved into the realm of romance. His presence exuded an undeniable allure, leaving me both exhilarated and apprehensive about what lay ahead.
Morning, as the sun’s golden rays filtered through my bedroom window, I woke up with a sense of purpose. We meticulously sorted through my belongings, ensuring that only the essentials remained. I meticulously packed away all the items that could have covered any remnants of my former life. The only garment I chose to keep was a simple yet elegant slip-on dress, which I was currently wearing and would don for the last time. It symbolized the closing chapter of my existence as I prepared to embark on a new journey.
My destination for the day was the country clerk’s office, where I would officially register as ‘strict permanude’ for the next five years. Kayne and I had reached an understanding, embracing a newfound freedom of expression and an unabashed disregard for societal norms. It was a decision that liberated me from the constraints of modesty and allowed me to embrace my natural state of being.
However, this freedom came with its own set of risks. He had made the conscious choice not to register alongside me, thus exposing himself to legal repercussions. The authorities could potentially arrest him for his decision to reject the conventional boundaries imposed by society. It was a risk we both understood and accepted, knowing that our pursuit of personal liberation came at a price.
Yet, as I stood there, ready to venture into the unknown, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of exhilaration. The prospect of embracing my true self, unencumbered by societal expectations, filled me with a thrilling mix of anticipation and uncertainty. With Kayne by my side, we would navigate this uncharted territory together, determined to forge our path and live on our terms.
Over the past few days, our journey into my new lifestyle that defies societal norms has been exhilarating. It all began after convincing Kayne, my adventurous companion, to shed every piece of clothing in a park nestled away from prying eyes in the countryside. Although he was understandably nervous, I wanted to test his boundaries and explore the risks.
You see, I have discovered that I have the legal right to be nude anywhere, even in the heart of a bustling town square, without facing any legal repercussions. Kayne, not being registered permanude, cannot. I yearned to experience the freedom of expressing my romantic desires without inhibition, even if it meant potentially getting arrested and standing before a judge. Surprisingly, Kayne agreed to embark on this daring escapade with me.
The locations we chose for our endeavors away from the prying eyes of the general public were only camouflage, an illusion. For we neglected to account for one immutable fact; sound carries, especially at night.
Nevertheless, even in remote locations, individuals stumbled upon our unadorned state, especially those who lived nearby. During these chance encounters, Kayne would shed his clothes in public of us finding that spot. Although this behavior was unquestionably against the law, the thrill and excitement it infused into our relationship were beyond measure. We frequently opted for the cover of darkness to reduce the risk of discovery, but there were occasions when we boldly tested the limits and engaged in our intimate escapades in full view. During these audacious moments, I experienced the most exhilaration and fulfillment.
As I reflect upon our adventures, a new audacious idea forms in my mind. I contemplate taking our unconventional relationship to another level, which involves a ring, a minister, and a church. Yes, the idea of pledging our love and commitment to each other in the most traditional of settings, despite our unconventional lifestyle, both excites and intrigues me. The thought of standing before our loved ones and society bared not only physically but also emotionally is a notion that fills me with a sense of liberation. I am aware of the potential controversies and challenges that lie ahead. But the prospect of embracing our love in such a visible manner ignites a fire within me that I dare not allow it to be extinguished.
Today, I woke up with a heavy heart the weight of sadness seemed to bear upon me. My beloved, who holds my heart and soul, had been taken into custody. It was a day that began like any other but quickly spiraled into a chain of events that would forever alter our lives.
In the warm embrace of daylight, in intimacy in a public park. Stripped of our inhibitions and clothing, we take great pleasure or delight in the sheer freedom of the moment, blissfully ignorant of the approaching figure of authority. In our passionate connection, we had become lost in each other, surrendering ourselves to the intensity of our love.
I have always embraced my natural state of being, finding solace and empowerment in my nakedness. As a permanude, I have navigated life with the understanding that public activities are within my legal rights. This act of love expressed in such a public setting held no shame or impropriety for me.
However, my heart ached as I witnessed the consequences of our boldness fall solely upon my beloved. In the chains of societal expectations, their skin felt the weight of judgment and disapproval. While I stood there, untouched by legal repercussions, his fate, by the disapproving gaze of the approaching police officer, was sealed.
As he was apprehended, I could feel my heart shatter into a thousand pieces, the pain seeping into the depths of my being. A wave of helplessness washed over me as I watched the person I loved being taken away from me, his freedom stripped away. It was as if the world had conspired against us, reminding us of the limits imposed upon our love by a society that struggled to comprehend our unorthodox connection.
In that pivotal moment, a deep yearning surged within me, an intense desire to alter the unfolding course of events that had thrust upon us a cruel fate. It was as if the weight of societal norms, the shackles of rigid laws, bore down upon our hearts, declaring our love unacceptable and forbidden.
I longed for a world that would warmly embrace and joyously celebrate the blazing passion that united rather than cast it aside and condemn it. I yearned for a realm where love by the confines of tradition, where the arbitrary lines drawn by society and the purity of our affection could flourish without fear of retribution.
The world around me seemed to fade into a blur as the weight of the situation settled upon my shoulders. The whispers of the wind carried a bittersweet melody, a lament for a love that was born into adversity. The vibrant colors of the flowers, once radiant symbols of hope and joy, now appeared muted and lifeless, mirrored within me.
As the reality of the situation settled upon me, I vowed to fight for our love, to challenge the norms that sought to restrict our happiness. In the darkest moments, when the world seems determined to tear us apart, love remains a beacon of hope, illuminating the path toward a future where acceptance and understanding prevail. And so, with a heavy heart and renewed determination, I set out on a journey to reclaim the love that had been taken from us, to create a world where love knows no boundaries.
I stood in the courtroom, observing the female judge as she made her intentions clear. She firmly stated that she would not impose a sentence involving nudity for the offense, firmly convinced that such an act could be a reward. It was an interesting perspective that I couldn’t help but ponder. If a male judge had presided over this case, their approach would have been different, and they might have indeed issued a sentence involving nudity.
As I mulled over these thoughts, I couldn’t help but recognize the power and intellect possessed by female judges. It was evident to me that their influence extended beyond the courtroom, and I found myself speculating on the implications of their decision. I knew this ruling meant I would have to visit the prison regularly for one year. It was an unexpected turn of events, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of worry creeping in.
The idea of visiting a prison while being completely naked was something I had never anticipated. It stirred up a mixture of anxiety and uncertainty within me. However, I knew deep down that the situation would be even more challenging for my fiancé. He would have to cope with the knowledge that I would be exposed and vulnerable during these visits.
In addition to my concerns, I also acknowledged the potential for conjugal visits to be held in private rooms. I would think PN visits would be as well. I expected them to make inappropriate suggestions or remarks about my actions. It was disheartening to anticipate such encounters, but I was determined to remain resilient and focused on the purpose of my visits.
Despite the apprehension and various challenges ahead, mentally for the journey. I knew that the two years following the sentence would bring a different set of experiences. Following the judge’s decision our lawyer asked for an appeal for a nude sentence, and we both said, “No!” If he was registered before his being arrested it would have squashed the thrill of the unexpected circumstance that has unfolded.
I vowed to support Kayne wholeheartedly, navigating the prison visits and the potential repercussions with strength and grace. It was a journey I never anticipated, one that I was willing to undertake for justice and the belief in the power of our decisions until his sentencing day.
The End