I had a support group meeting on Sunday evening and when I got home, Rad teased me about whether I'd discussed with the group the marks still showing on my bottom from Saturday's play.
I was wearing shorts, so I promptly unbuttoned them and began to peel them down. "Yeah, this is what I did. I stood up and shared all about my punishment on Saturday." I wagged my bare bottom around at him, as if THAT was what I was doing with my group.
Rad started laughing. "Of all the women I've dated over the years, you're the only one who lets her bottom 'erupt' out of her pants at a moments notice." That sounded rather disgusting.
"'Erupt'? I'm 'erupting'? Oh, so your exes were all so prim and proper?"
"Yes. They were REFINED ladies."
"I barely saw most of them fully naked." Hey, not MY problem they had sexual hang ups! I knew his ex just before me didn't walk around naked.
I do admit nudity is not an issue with me, at least not any more. I used to worry about my body and its imperfections a lot more when I was younger. Didn't WANT anyone seeing me naked then. Now I don't care.
It's not like I walk around naked ALL the time -- I don't; I get too cold. I almost always wear t-shirts and panties to bed. I just like to exercise the option when it's practical (coming out of the shower, etc.) And sometimes I just like to flash my butt.