my life, my CFNM
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CFNM – clothed female nude male. This is in my opinion the reason why I get up in the morning. It is such a delightful fetish, so magnificent, that words can’t even describe it. However I believe I am a very good writer, so maybe I’m wrong, maybe words CAN describe it?
When I was 5 years old, my mother changed my clothes in front of my next door neighbour’s girl. She was 5 also. My mom, me, the girl Jill, and her mom Carol were there in my living room.
Down went my pants, woosh!
The little girl pointed at my penis and asked, “What’s that?”
My mom replied very a matter of fact, “That’s his penis,” and that was that.
Now~~~ the fact that I remember this says something. It says, wow, that was my first CFNM moment! It wasn’t erotic, it wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t this nor that, but what it was ~ was STUCK IN MY MIND 45 years later!!!!!! I guess the pure sheer fact of myself being naked in front of a female who had never seen a penis, and she innocently asked what’s that?… it’s just well you people can answer… it was new …different… and it was like I was powerful because I had something whereas she had nothing, you know? I mean when you’re a kid it seems that way, that a boy has something and a girl has nothing down there.
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When I was 7 years old, I stayed over at my grandmothers for the weekends whilst my parents went out and did what they did.
Anyhow~~~~~ my grandmother lived in an apartment that had virtually floor to ceiling windows!!!! and at night, with my grandma asleep, I would stand stark naked in front of her windows facing many, many apartment windows, hoping someone would see me!! In other words watching people getting fucked and sucked wasn’t on my mind, no no no… I wanted THEM to see ME! I never did see anyone looking at me, but standing there all nude was a blast.
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