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I'm a model and I have a serious clothes fetish. Let's not even talk about how much I spend on them, 'k? My partner looks fantastic in a suit. When we were in London, I bought him a bespoke one. He looks like pure sex in it. I guess it's kinda like how straight guys get turned on to lingerie. A guy in a good fitting suit... unf!!! I love to go down on him when he's wearing it. With just his cock and balls out, still fully clothed, me totally naked and on my knees in front of him. I have a thing about the dominance of it, yeah, but also about the way the fabric feels under my hands as I touch him. I get hard just from that.
Business suits will do that to you all right!
I'm just going to list some random thoughts about what turns me on with CMNM (clothed / clothing / nude / naked):
Halloween is a turn-on when I get to wear some skimpy, sexy see-through costumes.
I am very fond of authentic folk costumes and traditional clothing. I find them very sexy when worn without underwear particularly.
My first CMNM experience was probably when I was given an unrequested nude massage by a clothed masseur at Turkish bath in Budapest. Not only was I nude and fully erect, but I was completely visible to men who passed through the hallway (double open doors).
So much of Japanese gay porn is based on CMNM and submission/dominance themes .. since I've lived there so long it has influenced by sexual pleasures and what I identify as sexy.
When I was hospitalized by a rather routine illness and treatment, there were many instances when I was examined while in the nude by clothed doctors and nurses (male and female). It was real turn-on.
I love the idea of being naked for someone completely clothed, I love the vulnerability of it
The one real experience I've got to have for this is when I first went on a date with my first boyfriend, he took me into a park at night. After just talking, I stripped down to nothing but a g-string thong. I turned around so he could see my ass in it. He put his hands on my waist, which is one of my biggest turn ons, and then he smacked my ass and pulled off my thong. He then put his hands all over my body and we made out. As we were doing this, some other people walked passed, in that moment I was so embarrassed, but a little turned on at the same time.
One of the hottest (and nostalgically regretful) memories for me about those wrestling days in university (in France) was the time after one of our more intense wrestling bouts that Patrice told me privately in the dorm kitchen (where his girlfriend and my roomie could not heard) that he wanted to fuck my ass: 'You know what? - I'd fuck you in the ass.' I just joked about it, and replied that there was no way he was going to get my ass, and then passed it off as if it were nothing but I dreamed for years about what would have happened if I had taken him more seriously.
It scared me because I knew how strongly I was attached to him emotionally and how much physically attractive he was. I had just come out to myself (and to other guy - my dorm mate). Shortly after that incident, our wrestling matches ended - perhaps from our having reached some kind of irrevocable turning point, and also it was about time for me to return home. Another memory was the time that we all went out in early May to the beach (I was studying in Montpellier), I ended up getting one of the worst sunbuns I've ever had despite it being a partly cloudy spring day -- Patrice and his girlfriend brought me home, took off all my clothes (I was conscious but in great pain), and rubbed me with burn cream and kept me warm and with plenty of liquids -- if I had not been in so much pain I would have been excited beyond belief to have Patrice rubbing my body-- as it was I was scorched and grimacing in pain - nothing pleasurable about it.
I visited him in France years later - he is married, has two children and teaches English in high school. At this point, we've sort of lost contact, but this posting brought back memories of those idyllic days.
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Nude Wrestling: Is it male bonding, homoeroticism, or just guys being athletic?
For me, thinking of nude wrestling brings back some powerful memories. It never started out as nude wrestling, but it often turned out to become that. A college buddy - who was supposedly str8t and I would always get into a wrestling match after every time we got drunk -- it might be after a Saturday night's college party (we tended to give one or go to one every weekend), or it might be on Sunday afternoon when he and his girlfriend, my dorm mate (we had tiny private rooms) and I played cards and drank wine throughout the afternoon.
Eventually, as we got sotted, he and I would challenge each other to a wrestling match that always started in our underwear (I didn't freeball then like I do now). The object of the wrestling match often was to tear off the other guy's briefs. Our spectators just cheered us on and it is truly a wonder that I didn't get caught with my a big hardon because I really had a crush on him -- but it was more like I wanted to 'be' him than just be with him sexually. So that's what nude wrestling means to me .. it's kind of homoerotic, but it's about asserting your masculinity or manhood in a strange kind of way and bonding physically with another guy - -whether he's gay or str8t doesn't really matter. Actually, I can't really say I've ever had the same feelings toward a gay man and haven't actually wrestled a gay man in the nude -- I mean --- sex comes into the picture long before we get around to wrestling.
These events happened during my junior-year-abroad in France. Patrice was studying judo at the time so he would usually get the upperhand in our sweaty wrestling matches - so I didn't actually get to pull off his briefs or expose his cock very often -- maybe that's why I kept trying [grin.]When we had a party, I was typically the one who got the drunkest and acted rather strange (I came from a rather puritanical, family)- like taking off some or most of my clothes, or climbing trees and telephone poles. Patrice and his girlfriend were the ones who helped me get back home and I would find myself in my own bed without any clothes on later the night or the next morning. I always really wondered which one of them enjoyed 'taking care' of Le Petit (as they used to call me).
(As posted on Freeballing.com) I did skinny dipping for the first time this summer, and it was awesome... being in the water and at the beach nude. Most everyone else was nude also so it was no big deal.
It may not be a big deal as far as flashing goes, but it's still a great thing to be nude and enjoying the Skinny dipping at San Onofre -- that's the whole point of skinny dipping. I try to do that all summer long and whenever I can any time. I love getting out to Black's Beach in San Diego, Baker Beach in San Francisco, Russian River at Guerneville (CA) and San Onofre State Beach (just south of Orange County (CA) on I-5 (one hour north of San Diego). I had fun there in Feb-March and met up at Black's Beach with one of my flasher buddies from the Net.
Of course, it's more thrilling to try to get naked (with or without the swimming) at the pool, or jacuzzi, or the beach or anywhere that nudity isn't expected.
I used to teach at a school (K-12) that had a pool. Since I had a key to the locker room (with access to the pool), I would sometimes go late at night and swim naked in the pool. I found out later on that one of male teacher had done the same but got caught and in trouble. Eventually, they beefed up security and put a stop to all late night swimming (changed locks).
Sometimes, it's possible to get naked in a hotel pool or jacuzzi when not many people are around. At other times, I've tried going completely naked from my tent to the campground toilet / shower - at night of course - while camping. Have stripped and gone skinny dipping at many places - public parks, state and national parks - Yosemite has some (cold water freezes your balls!) great places for that. The Big Island (actually part of all the islands of Hawaii) have many beaches where it's possible to skinnydip without offending others. Waipio Valley - out from Honokaa in the northeastern area of the Big Island has a great place where can just see tiny figures bobbing around from their lookout point at the time.
People frequently (spontaneously - not a regular practice and probably frowned on since there are tourists (from the US mainland - Bible-belters) but once you descend the steep road down the valley entrance (on foot - of course), you can cross the fresh water river that flows into the ocean, and go to the northern (deserted) stretch of the beach. I've seen many people get naked there (including me and friends) for skinny dipping.
Of course, my all-time favorite place to skinnydip is Kehena Black Sand's Beach on Hawaii's Puna coast. It's not just about showing your goodies on a nude beach. It's a marvelous place where nature's splendor, the chance to swim with dolphins and see whales, mix with the convivial atmosphere of the local tradition of a hippie holiday romp on the beach - complete with all sorts of naked and semi-clothed characters - all of whom are welcoming, tolerant, and often buzzed.
Experiencing a Tribe for Real - - Life in a Hostel (sic) Environment
I love hostel stays.
Hostels are really great places for potential and sometimes actual CMNM experiences. More than the erotically suggestive nature, the real chance to meet people from all walks of life and to become authentic -- even if only temporarily - buddies or friends. There is just something about being a fellow sojourner that brings out the 'best' in a person (well.. I think it does for me). I've posted on this topic before but there's not very much reaction - although my take on hosteling (and the pleasure it affords) has changed recently.
In some ways, being on Tribe.net (also some of the other alternative life-style social networking sites ) is a lot like living in a hostel with a set of unique and slightly strange (if not almost perverted) bunk of quirky people. In real life, there aren't that many places - in the modern and average working-man world -- that you can really let your hair down and let your personality and anatomy all hang out (LOL - in a manner of speaking). On a recent stopover trip to NYC, I had intended to stay in a hostel situation. But unfortunately, I couldn't get a reservation at any place I really want to 'experience'. So I settled on another kind of alternative accommodations: the YMCA Club hotels - this time the West Side YMCA.