My Naked Ambition

Shedding Clothes And Feeling Free

When the last box slid onto the back of the moving truck, I felt something inside me unclench.  For years, I have been a beautiful home ornament. Never entertaining my naked ambition until now.  Living in a portrait of perfection.  Never fulfilling an endless aching need to just get undressed and feel at one with my nudity.

Now, creating space to breathe, getting undressed and feeling completely free to be myself.  Stripping down awakens a sense of freedom most never acknowledge.  A sense of being oneself.  No excuses, no confusion, just truth.  A cheating house wife embarking upon a newfound sense of freedom.   And that’s where I’m choosing to remain.

Stripped Down To Nothing – My Naked Ambition

I truly feel my sexiest when I am naked.  It’s not that I don’t love lingerie, especially panties.  Panties seem to accentuate my deepest pleasure, they are what eludes to my naked ambition.  But when those panties come off and I’m looking at my own skin in the mirror, that’s when I really bloom.

Much like a fast tongue, it’s a type of self seduction.  Where I get intimate with my deepest desires.  Staring at my thick titties popping out of my bra after a long day.  Feeling the stickiness of pulling the panties from my wet labia after a day of roaming about.  There’s nothing like it.  My naked ambition deserves deep exploring.

A Move To Naked Freedom

My small casita overlooks a valley of warmth and pleasure.  The woman at the general store told me about the clothing optional resort just down the dirt road.  “People go there to remember what it’s like to be human”.  She said to me one day.  That’s how my naked ambition began.

It wasn’t about being daring or rebelling.  It was more about curiosity. About me.

My naked ambition led me to a courtyard.  People were laughing, talking, reading.  Some clothed, some not.  Everyone was unhurried.  A sharp hunger lingered in the air.  It felt so good.  A beautiful red-haired woman with huge breasts and a large firm ass approached me. ” First time?” Eager for what was to come I told her yes.   She stepped behind a trellis of vines and undressed entirely.  In my naked ambition, I followed suit.

We stood in our nakedness, admiring each other’s form.  She kissed me slowly and passionately. Allowing her smooth hands to trail over my body so sensually.  My naked ambition was leading me to avenues unknown to me until now.

I have no need to hide anything.  I read books under fig trees, I float naked in mineral pools.  Wondering down long, dusty paths.  Naked and free. Speaking to other wanderers.  No unspoken rules.  Free to lie down next to whom I desire.  To spend a little time or a lot.  My naked ambition beckons me to stay in the small desert town.  To share my dreams and pleasures and make love under the moonlight and wake up each morning feeling more like myself than the day before.

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