So many things!

Well... after this I went to bed... woke up... had a shower... brushed my tee... oh, you mean... with the public nudity stuff? oh, well, I guess that's more interesting, yeah.

So, the next two nights were... honestly more of the same, Maybe was at the window at different times... since I didn't lay in bed for three hours unsuccessfully masturbating... which... made it a little more exciting, people could still be up and about at ten at night... rather than past one in the morning. But... (sadly) no one saw me naked in the window, cumming into the night air. (At least that I'm aware of, who knows!) Luckily, I didn't fall on my ass either of those nights, both expecting a large orgasm and thus... bracing myself and... the orgasms honestly not being as grand as that first night, which was, disappointing to say the least, cause goddamn that first one was mindblowing, I've still not slept as good as that night in so long...Oh, getting off track again, sorry.

After those two nights, I decided to push things further, and... setting an alarm for the middle of the night, I snuck out of my room(guess what I was wearing... trick question, the answer was nothing!) God, even now, the idea of sneaking naked through my house, past my parents and brother's bedroom doors, down a creaky staircase... and almost knocking over a potted plant... why did I ever do that? (the thrill, duh) But later me (or earlier? Idk, telling stories like this is starting to confuse even me!) anyway... in reallllly later adventures I left the house dressed... to some degree and would strip outside, just in case, especially after that time my brother caught me naked in the living room as the sun was rising... um... oh, yeah, so... I snuck down and out of the house... stepping out onto my porch naked, felt... GLORIOUS, god, if you've never tried it... you should (be safe!) It felt so nice, feeling the breeze tease and tickle every inch of me... I wanted to stand out there all night... and probably would have, if it wasn't for the car.

So, for your information, sometimes, when I panic, I make... very poor decisions, and so, as I saw a car barreling down the street towards my poor little cul-de-sac... I did the one thing I could think of (run back inside right? WRONG!) I for some reason... ran out into my exposed yard, to hide behind a bush. Tell me... in what world does that make logical sense? I blame my horny brain. (Love you HB)