raised in the 60's when things were a bit more open. My
parents were nudists and on the weekends we would go to gatherings
where nobody wore clothes. I got quite comfortable with this.
I had met a guy who I must admit I had a crush on and he took this
photo of me with his polaroid camera. Needless to say we went
on to have a secret sexual relationship whenever we could be alone
together. Worrying about getting pregnant I went to a doctor and
this is when I found out I couldn't have children.
became quite promiscuous after learning that, and even found myself
getting together with my special friend and one of his buddies.
I also learned that I was multi orgasmic and couldn't get enough.
One might say that I was bordering on nymphomania, with a desire to
see photos of myself with the guys. The Polaroid got quite a
workout those days, but sadly most of the photos deteriorated over
In 1968, just turning 18 I decided it was time to
go out on my own.
My girlfriend had gotten a job in Vegas at
a resort and invited me to come out and stay with her.
1968 The whole story