I Am Addicted To Being Shirtless
I don't know if it is appropriate to say that I'm addicted to being shirtless.
I love to be shirtless when leaving the house and also not having a shirt with me. I enjoy feeling the sun and wind on my bare torso, the tanning sun in the midsummer and the cool fog on an october day.
I also like the feel that my bare chest is perceived and patterned when walking shirtless in public.
I feel all this so deeply and do it so often that I may be addicted to being shirtless, but I'm sure, it's a good addiction. It doesn't harm anyone, it strengthens self-confidence, intensifies the joy of the own body and it just feels so, so good.
I love to be shirtless when leaving the house and also not having a shirt with me. I enjoy feeling the sun and wind on my bare torso, the tanning sun in the midsummer and the cool fog on an october day.
I also like the feel that my bare chest is perceived and patterned when walking shirtless in public.
I feel all this so deeply and do it so often that I may be addicted to being shirtless, but I'm sure, it's a good addiction. It doesn't harm anyone, it strengthens self-confidence, intensifies the joy of the own body and it just feels so, so good.
