Right as rain

Here in waning summer days of August, it's easy to forget the more inclement hours of storm and gloom that hung over us in days gone by.

But we've all experienced them — the lonely rainy days, stuck inside when we'd rather be out doing something else — anything else. You try to find something useful to do, to work or read a book. But the itch won't go away.

Yes, it's cold out. It may even be cold inside. That's why you're all bundled up in your frumpiest winter wear. You even pulled on your long johns right after you rolled out of your nice warm bed and felt the chill of a cold floor hit your the soles of your feet.

Eventually you give in. Your hand roams down to the loins that relief. Off comes a layer of clothing. Then another, and another. The urge to pleasure yourself becomes overwhelming, burning away the cold of the weather in a growing surge of body heat and desire. You won't be satisfied until you're completely naked, blissfully, erotically naked and hard and satisfying your need.

And if you're like me, that need might even drive you to go outside, to bring together nature and nature's longings, spraying each other in a unifying act of climax.

Or at least that's how it felt. And as it happens, my camera was recording just such an afternoon at the request of a friend. And now I make it available to the members of Nakedism. To check it out, go to our main video theatre and click on the video Schwinging in the rain. But make sure you're naked when you do.