I was headed on vacation with my husband to a town with a nude beach for a week, and I decided we absolutely must visit it no matter how uncomfortable the idea made me. My sweet husband wasn't crazy about the idea, but being the supportive guy he is, he got on board. There is a swirl of reasons I was attracted to the idea of a nude beach. Last year, when I turned 30, I went on a celebratory bikini walk — it was the only time I had ever worn a bikini out, and it ended up being pretty liberating. If only there were a way to bottle up that feeling of enjoying what you have while you have it to give to younger women. My time with this reasonably ripe body was running out, and I figured I'd better do something with it.
Adamski, a police officer in Berlin who investigates organized crime, first started going to a nudist camp at a lake outside Berlin after he met his wife, whose family owned a cabin there.
I have been meaning to write this story for a long time now. The events took place over a weekend one summer when my wife and I hiked our local beach. I have used experiences at this beach in other stories, both fiction and non-fiction. I thought you might be interested in how things actually got started with us. This is a true story and, as far as I know, the beach still exists, although a lot of its allure has been lost to urban landscaping and increased public access.
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