Every time I get there I get a jolt. I’ve been there a few times and for some reason it is taking the option of going to another beach off the chart. Even getting used, I still get a shock when the first nudists appear in my vision.

The place is adequately hidden and to get there you have to walk through some bush or arrive in a boat. After the last curve you start seeing them: nude people.

It is always bizarre, entertaining and educative.

I like men, their bodies, their shapes, their penises. I feel happy even only looking at them.

Then I strip and enjoy the liberty. The sensation of the sun touching me all over, and swimming nude is extremely enjoyable. The other day the water was too cold and I only managed to get into up to my waist. I was laughing alone with the movement of the cold water between my legs.

I find it very funny how people come to talk to my naked friends and I all the time. We have made a few friendships around and even funnier is that these people don’t seem to have second intentions.

I kept wondering what was that made people approach us like that. The answer was the common denominator. In a regular beach people are all different. Here is a bunch that is extraordinary, people able to shed their masks and unveil their shame. A shameless group that functions as a community.

They are protective of their own. It was interesting to see that it is quite safe, even in a group of women to be there. I didn’t venture there other than in the hottest hours of weekends, so I wouldn’t attest the safety when the place is deserted.

In the peak hours it is full of bare skin and interesting talk.

 

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