Been shaved is a fetish for me. I became hooked to the shaving when my girl friend surprised me one evening. It was delicious and it became unforgettable later at night after we had made love. I recall that she only wore a short summer dress and sandals for a walk outside in the street. The idea that she was been so nude, and available to anyone in a public place was exciting, naturally I fell in deep love. This girl friend brought many souvenirs, such as dragging me in the rear lavatory (of a Virgin 747) for a 'Mile High Club' experience in a passenger packed flight over the Hudson Bay on our way to San Francisco from Paris. This girl was totally inhibited, and when she left me, I felt atrociously lonely. The reaction to this let down may be explained by experts in psychology, but in all case, the 'shaving fetish' reappeared to me in a strange way. This is what happen.
When I became alone, I had got so hurt, that, in my chagrin, I refused to even look at women. To compensate from this sudden absence of sexual life, this is when I started re-frequenting the nude beach's, because nudism is a neutral sexuality. Call nudism an exutoire if you want but, there is a shade of undeclared sexuality in nudism. It was the San Francisco clothing optional of Baker Beach at that time. I must add that I had been an adventurous nudist many years before, in such a way as to hide my clothes, car keys and wallet and go nude along the beach for miles at the time. It was at San Gregorio Beach and then continuing onto the following other sets of sister beaches once past each rocky advance onto the ocean. I confess that it was during those nude adventures that I discovered having a penchant for exhibitionism, as well as at taking the risk of been totally vulnerable when been nude. In my psyche, nudity means vulnerability, which leads to become susceptible of been abused, which explains why I became a shaver, but, let me continue. I adored been watched by people from the top of the cliff overlooking the water of this then San Gregorio Beach. I was delighted to meet fully clothed people while been nude. Once, to had-up some risky spice, during those little adventures, I could have been hurt, when, after having pass some high rocks plunging into the Ocean, when I had to wait a while for the swells to let me access to the next beach, that once on the next beach I found myself in the middle of a large party. They were rednecks, and not a few. In fear, I immediately turned back, while been unable to return to safety to the beach I had left, due to the swells that prevented my quick return. The redneck women were screaming to their men to 'get me'. It was terrifying, but I found safety. This incident which could have turned into the worst, such as been raped for the best, or emasculated and left dead for the fishes for the worst. It was terrifying, and it must have marked me, and may have been a factor for seeking 'absolute vulnerability', years later by shaving. This is my personal justification for being shaved, and thus I call it a private fetish.
This new shaving fetish at Baker Beach brought me an unexpected attention, from both men & women. I got hit by men mostly, but knew that women were not indifferent, while women have always some reservations. It brought me caresses and occasional groping's after polite requests, but it compensated for my decided celibacy. Shaving, as a fetish, is a secret which I keep for myself. It is a part of an undeclared sexuality.
I'll end those lines by telling of a mild embarrassment due to been shaved. A few months ago, I had to have an emergency operation. It was a life threatening surgery, which later imposed a three months long hospitalization for recovery. I recall clearly, in spite of having been loaded with sedatives that instants before the anesthesia, hearing the conversation telling: "He is shaved! O cute". A week later, I was carted again to the operating room for a minor secondary surgery. The doctor anesthesiologist told me that she had been the one who had put me to sleep the week before. She was in a very good mood, and she was smiling. She is a Magrbin, which is a Muslim Arab woman. In my case she is a doctor in France from Algeria. By been shaved, I got more than I had bargained for, because I truly was extremely vulnerable, totally nude and, very naked. Being confronted 'sexy' by a Muslim should have been mortifying, but no I never got mortified for been shaved, I guess, it is a part of been a true nudist.
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"To shave or not to shave" is a question which has definitively awakened a monster within me, as one may tell by my sudden logorrhea through impromptue postings of some past personal experiences. The shaving of the body which involves some risk taking while going public, pushes nudism towards a step further than simply having no clothes & no shoes on, because the missing pubic hair onto a fully shaved body, excepted for the wearing of the long hair of the scalp (as well as wearing of a pair of oversized dark sun-glasses to make the face cute), cannot grow as fast as getting dressed in the unfortunately case of been arrested. What if (?), I often questioned: I get arrested in such a condition as been nude as a worm and carried away in a police station? Soon, providing that I have just a blanket given by the arresting officer, I, as an adventurous exhibitionist male, recognized been beta, will soon find myself entrapped into that worst condition which is in a locked-up cell with other men, while awaiting for judgement. That's a nightmare.
When Milo Moire was arrested by the French police after having done a public 'Free Selfie Performance' in front of the Eiffel Tower, it was less cruel than it could have been for the case of a man as me, because, she was given her clothes back, then, she was dealing with both male and female officers. She stayed overnight, with the anxiety of risking jail time and a heavy fine, but still Milo was not been detained in New Dehli nor Ryad, a sure tragedy in the making into one of those donjons of the East and Middle-East, but this arrest was for Milo the artist who uses her nude (and shaved) body as an instrument of art, an arrest 'only' by the Paris police. She nevertheless looked very scared.
Milo Moire is a goddess in her art. She is a soul sister to me. She is also an inspiration towards the daring, but in spite of what she does, she is never alone, for she is escorted during her public appearances, and she has plenty of influential people to help, in case of trouble. She is also above all the lucky member of the weaker sex, to which a lot more is permitted than to the 'stronger sex'. In fine, practicing absolute nudity, which includes the 'shaving and barefoot fetish' is immensely preferable to practice within the vicinity of a standard nudist resort. Nude in the wild is exciting but it is wise to respect the limits which are adopted by most, so if there are 'shavers' around, then its a go, and if not, then restrain yourself.
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