A Late Anniversary

 

We decided to do a naked weekend for our anniversary.

If it's not obvious by now getting nude has been a new obsession. From the boy who couldn't take his shirt off in the pool to walking around in the birthday suit with confidence, it's become a new drug I'm addicted too. Maybe it's less about getting naked and more about getting out of the house. Maybe it's all about spending quality time with the husband. Maybe it all of it. There's just something about going to Cypress Cove with my man that fills me with joy. 

I find myself getting the same kind of dread I get when we go to the furry convention and are about to leave. There's this sadness of having to join the real world with its crazy expectations and rules that just drags me down. 

So when we were trying to figure out what to do for our anniversary I, of course, brought up doing an overnight. The idea of getting there, stripping down and then staying naked throughout the weekend was mind-bending. 

I quickly discovered the complication of bathrooms the first time we went. I can't speak on behalf of female anatomy, but as a male we pee, shake, and tuck away and zip up. No matter how much you shake, or pull at the shaft trying to empty the tube, you get dribble. It's an annoying fact of life you just learn to live around and sometimes the amount is negligible. Sometimes it's less so. So take away the wonderfully absorbent fabrics and what's the proper etiquette. Like, do you dab it with paper towels, let it drip dry, use your personal towel? Sorry, I'm side-questing on this thought, but like no one talks about this in the videos and booklets I read to prep me for the experience.

So we went to Cypress Cove. We were originally supposed to go on our anniversary weekend, however that weekend was Women's Weekend and I felt like we could just go the following weekend and avoid two more males in an already male-saturated women's event. 

It may have been a mistake. I'm not sure what happened but the temperature was so damn cold. The air was too cold to enjoy the pool, too cold to enjoy nude, and so we walked around in robes most of the time. On top of that, we brought our dog with us. I thought it'd be fun to bring him along and walk him around. Turns out he fucking hates traveling and was shaking in fear the entire time in our room. 

Cypress Cove was, as always, wonderful. But damn if it wasn't for the weather and the dog that made us so ready to leave back home. Either way though, it was an anniversary we won't soon forget. We did get to spend the weekend naked, we had good times together. But the shrivelage was something I'll be feeling for days to come.