Hello Everyone:
Sunday evening and I've been in a funny (strange) mood all day. I got into a mood where I took nude selfies; even posting one on Free the Nipple. Really. I doubt their social media person will post it on their page because they probably get a lot of submissions and it shows everything. It's actually a good picture I took in bed this morning. My breasts are nice and round with the nipples pointing up. My abdominal muscles look well defined. I later took some more pictures but kept the one of my bare back because it had a curve to it. I guess my purpose for the selfies is to rid myself of the recurring body self-shaming I'm prone to. I don't think anything looks good on me because I'm fat (not). This is one big reason it took me a long time to have sex with one guy. I didn't want him seeing what a blob I am. In the end, it wasn't even an issue. Truthfully, I like making love to the right person. I feel completely uninhibited in bed, especially when I have an orgasm. I love the that feeling of losing control and just being in the moment. I really can't wait to make love to the Brit BF. Anyway, the selfies remind me that underneath the shame is a beautiful person-physically and emotionally. I think the other reason for taking the nude selfies is that I've been feeling deprived. It's been a while since I last had sex and I'm starting to miss it. I'm not a nymphomaniac or a slut, I just need my guy to come back and make passionate love to me. Our weekly Skype chats aren't enough. I just want him on me and inside me. I want his lips pressed against mine, then slowly making their down, stopping at my nipples before going further. I want to feel him deep inside me, bringing me to climax. I want to him to make the kind of love that leaves me gasping for air. I want to run my hands along his muscular body, kiss him madly. Finally, we fall asleep in each other's arms. I might send him a picture or two.
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