Wednesday

Undressing that first time: Exhilaration or Terror?

I don't care who you are, how old you are or how hot you are (or aren't), getting undressed the first time with someone new is terrifying.

I'm over 40. My body isn't what it used to be no matter what anyone tells me (thank you though!).

I'm a realist. I'm not 22 and I don't slow traffic when I walk down the sidewalk unless I'm stumbling into traffic from too much Tequila.

When I started dating other men getting undressed the first time with them was a salad bowl of emotions for me.

I was excited but nervous. Horny but scared. Do you know what I mean?

The first few times I was with someone other than my husband it was hard to undress. I wasn't shy as much as I was worried that they wouldn't approve. I worried that they wouldn't find me attractive naked.

That never happened. They always approved. How do I know? Because they all fucked me! Every one of them. No exceptions. Every guy I've ever got naked for has fucked me, and most have called me back to do it again (and sometimes again). I hear the compliments. I see the look in their eyes and I feel the need in their touch.

I've yet to undress for any man who didn't smile and reach for me. That's a great feeling. I like being desired. Every woman does. So I've learned to push any reservations aside.

I became more confident being naked. Then everything else about the date felt more comfortable. Dating became more relaxed. I felt good about myself. Men see that, too. The better you feel about yourself the better you look to a man (naked or not).

Now I shed my clothes without blinking, because I know I always look damn good in my new attitude!

I've still got it. Come and get it guys.