A Discussion on Women, Nudity and Self Consciousness
"Women and Nudity (Or, Have you ever done that?)" an erotic article by Al Harrington
I was sitting in the living room working on an article one evening while I casually watched “Charmed.” During that particular episode, Paige was in bed with a guy when she got up, wrapped the sheet around herself, and walked into the bathroom.
Over the years, I have seen any number of women on TV and in the movies doing the same thing. I can understand that: after all, you can’t show bare boobs or butt during prime time TV shows. But it did make me wonder about real life.
I’ve never actually seen a woman do such a thing, because my experience has been limited to two types of women in this situation. The first type is the one who sleeps in the nude. She doesn’t care about what I might see and just gets up, walks in and out of the bathroom, and lets me look. My last wife, Danielle, was like that. The first time she ever spent the night with me we had just finished making love the first time and were lying in bed. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she said, “Sure, how about a vodka tonic?” Then she climbed out of bed and said, “I have to pee while you’re getting the drinks.”
I followed her (had to pass the bathroom to get to the kitchen) and saw the open door. She was sitting on the toilet, and she simply looked out at me and waved as I walked past. It surprised me because I had never had a woman that was willing to let me watch.
I admit that it was rather neat the first time she walked in while I was taking a leak. She watched, then reached down and said, “Want me to hold it?” Well, of course I did and, when I was finished, she said, “Here, let me clean you off.” Taking me into her mouth she licked and sucked on me until... Well, over the years she did that many times, and I finally reached the point that I didn’t feel it necessary to have sex every time; most, yes, but not every time. (Oh, let me add that if it’s number two I don’t want you near me. The smell, the grunts, all that stuff, I don’t want you watching or listening; and, no, I don’t want to see you doing that either.)
The second type of woman I’ve been with wears a nightgown to bed. She always has it handy. If we’re having sex it might go flying, but as soon as we’re finished the nightgown goes back on. In that case, she doesn’t need to rip my sheets off the bed.
Ah, but what if she doesn’t live with me? A few overnight guests have asked if I had a robe they could use, and others have just put on one of my shirts. And if you put on one of my shirts and go walking around my house, let me warn you that I find that sexy as hell, it will turn me on, and I’ll be pulling it off you or just pulling it up high enough so that I can get back inside you in very short order!
Women constantly have their own way of reminding me that they are weird, such as the experience of hearing very similar comments from two very dissimilar women. The first woman, who would never even let me see her naked, really objected when I wanted to turn on the lights so I could actually “look at” her pussy. I could almost understand her feelings about that, but then there was Danielle.
I was surprised one afternoon as I started to kiss my way down across her body and she suddenly got all flustered and asked, “What are you doing?”
At this point in our relationship, I had buried my face between her legs many times, and at the moment, I had a couple fingers inside her and was running my tongue down across her pubes. I wasn’t sure how to answer her, so I settled on a return question: “What are you talking about?”
She came back with, “I don’t like it when you look at me down there.”
"Anna Bow-Belle" by Mick Payton.
For a man, that area is heaven, paradise, the promised land, Valhalla, Eden, or whatever else you want to call it. We’re curious, we want to see what we’re fucking, and we want to know every fold of that beautiful site. And, to a man, it is beautiful. Every woman is so different -- some with small lips, some large; some have a small clit, some large; it’s just like tits -- some small, some large -- oh, hell, why even try to explain it? We just like to look -- and lick -- and fuck.
Which leads us to the end-of-the-article questions. I obviously have to ask whether you ladies feel comfortable letting a man see you nude? When you’re going to the bathroom, do you allow your lover to watch you? Does it make a difference whether it’s the first time you’re together or if you’re living together? Do you want to see your lover peeing? Do you offer to help him? Are you embarrassed when he goes down on you?
Originally published September 2009