Undressing. Getting naked. Becoming naked. Being naked.

My nakedness can be vulnerable, emotional, and also exhilarating. Especially when I’ve invited your gaze and asked you to witness me. I discovered a deep longing for that feeling of peeling away the layers of my clothes, removing everything that hides the intimate details of my body, and showing all of me as an expression of my authentic self.

You’ve seen my naked body many times and revealed my body to yourself by pulling back and removing the sheet between us as I lay on your table. It is a different energy for me to reveal myself to you, standing in front of you, watching you watch me. Enjoying myself and my body with you there to witness me.

I desire to enjoy the way that I remove my clothes and become naked. I want to feel my nakedness emerging slowly as I take off each item of my clothing. I allow myself to feel the ways that my shirt brushes against my skin, awakening each cell. My heartbeat quickens as I notice how my breasts drop and expand slightly when I remove my bra and the cool air swirls around like hands that have been waiting to encircle them gently. I slide my hands over my hips and down the outside of my legs as I remove my pants. I enjoy the vulnerability of removing my underwear and feeling my ass, hips and pussy become even more sensitive to my environment.

As I take off my clothes, I treat each item sacredly, folding it and placing it on the chair with love and tenderness. I respect the way my clothes keep my body safe and comfortable as I move through the world. I honor them. And I take this time to honor myself and my nakedness.

I feel a sometimes faint and sometimes strong desire to be seen, witnessed, observed with a loving, even desiring, gaze as I make the transition from being clothed to becoming naked. I believe in the beauty of my curves, my sacred flesh, and my sensual skin. I want my skin to be accessible to you. I want you to touch every part of me.

Somehow you look at me and see beauty. You say that I do not have to try to be sexy. That I am inherently sexy just as I am. I am wrapping my mind around these words that feel true inside of me but are still hard to accept fully.

We have a mutual desire to be in contact, to ride the waves of erotic energy our bodies generate together within a container of trust, communication, and conscious intimacy. This has allowed me to desire to show you my body and invite you to touch me, and allow all of the pleasure and turn on our bodies co-create to permeate all of my cells and release so much that I have carried and no longer need.

Someday I will take the time to show you the way I touch my body slowly, gently, as if discovering myself for the first time like a blind person feeling each curve and inch of my smooth, warm, sensuous skin. I channel all the love I have through my palms and out of my finger tips. I open myself to the divine energy that pours through me and I offer loving touch to my breasts, my belly, my hips, my ass, my thighs, my neck and shoulders, every inch of my body that I can reach, for as long as it takes, I give myself all the warm, loving, pleasurable touch that I desire. I can feel my love for myself and my body. I honor her.

Someday I imagine having a lover who will long to touch my body in this way. I fantasize about my lover studying the way I touch myself and asking to put his hands on my body and touch me in the way he sees me touching myself. Feeling his hands and my own, his skin gliding along mine, all of it like a slow, sensual dance between us learning each other’s curves and areas of special sensitivity.

The reality is that my heart pounded out of my chest as I stood a few feet away from you and removed my clothes as slowly and gracefully as I could while holding onto the thread of being present in my body and moving in an authentic way. I did not try to turn you on or do anything other than take off each item of clothing and stand completely naked in front of you. I didn’t have the nerve to hold your gaze as I had imagined I would. I could feel your attention and eyes on me though, it gave me a tingling sensation, my body pulsing with nervous excitement.

As I stood fully naked in front of you, ideas swirled in my mind. Walking towards you. Asking to remove your shirt and run my hands over your naked skin gently. Asking you to put your hands on my body as I stood there just inches away. Asking to feel my breasts brushing against your chest while your hands gently and then more firmly massaged my butt. Telling you that I desire to feel your face in between my breasts and your mouth sucking on my nipples. My imagination in these few seconds created a small gush of wetness that started to drip down my labia. I turned knowing you would be watching my amazing ass as I climbed onto the table and lay on my stomach.

As you pulled the top sheet over my body, I started to breathe more deeply awaiting the relaxing feeling of your hands gliding over the back side of me, scanning my body, feeling my curves affectionately, and helping my nervous system enter into a state of surrender and pleasure.

I love the feeling of you slowly removing the sheet…all the way. My entire back side naked, exposed, waiting, and under your gaze. I have been waiting for so long to feel the warm oil drizzling all over my legs, my butt and my lower back again. I savor the feeling of your hands on my skin making long sensual strokes that fan the flames of my desire and bring me into a deeply receptive state of wanting more, of full body yes, of being in the moment and fully focused on receiving exactly what my body loves, of fully owning my desire for sensual, erotic touch and pleasure. As you touch me, it undulates through me in waves and I move like a snake in water riding the flow. I feel connected to and supported by the river of your passionate, turned on energy that envelopes and embraces me. I’m present in my body, there is nowhere else in the world I want to be at this moment, and all I know is that I was made for this.