About
I realized my dream
I finally made it.
Here I am rocking out 2-3 nights a week.
Traveling all over the country,
Plain and simple just loving life.
I had everything a guy could dream of.
Then one day my life changed.
A pair of sissors.
An old pair of jeans
Equals = Cutoffs.
I am a Never Nude.
Rocking it out. Live’n the Dream,
Paul
Where to start where to begin……
Well for sta
rters my name’s Allie and I’m a never nude.
rters my name’s Allie and I’m a never nude. I haven’t always been a never nude. It was something I picked up in college. and to be perfectly honest I’m addicted. It’s a sickness, a madness, and a dream all rolled into one. It’s something that you love to hate if you know what I mean. The only person that matters is me right. The complications started on my wedding night, when my new husband found me wearing a pair of cutoffs under my dress. So instead of enjoying my wedding night in the normal fashion I spent it trying to explain what all this means. We signed divorce papers the next week. I mean the first time I put on a pair of cutoff’s it was a such an incredible high, and ever since then I been chasing that feeling trying to get back to that place.
“It’s never as good as it was at the start”
So what now? I guess I am looking for another Never Nude to come into my life.
I mean this is me.
I can’t fake it
I can’t hide it
I am a Never Nude.
Allie