Next Three Weeks With Carla

I had to spend extra time yesterday and today getting writing assignments done. I just finished up moments ago and now I'm free until the first week of January.

I guess for me the holidays are about vacation time!

So I'm spending the next few weeks with Carla at her apartment. It's going to be the longest stretch of days I've spent with her without returning home. I'm leaving as soon as I get this posted.

Over the past year we've talked about me moving in with her. There are bigger units in the apartment building where she lives, and we'd move into one of them. I'd have to have space for my work, and of course Internet access. But I don't know. I would really miss living here in the country. Carla prefers to live in the city, and so her moving out here is out of the question.

But I do want to live with her.

If I were to do so Carla would not allow me to have any clothing of my own. She would have me nude at all times, I know that. But she would still have me wear designs that she creates when we go out.

Living like that is of course completely different than the way I've been living for most of my life. I love the country, I love walking nude outdoors around my property, and taking nude hikes on some of the trails around here. Contrast that to living in the city in a small apartment.

So these three weeks will shed some light on how that goes.

I've been writing "Full Time Lara" this past week also. If you're following that I have several episodes scheduled to publish while I'm away.

This will be my last post until a week after New Year's Day.

Buying a Christmas Tree in the Nude

The past week I've contemplated Carla's suggestion that I eliminate all clothing in my possession and use my creativity to live a life as completely nude but staying within reason.

So yesterday I bought a Christmas tree in the nude.

I wanted to buy one for Carla, but her tiny apartment doesn't have room for a normal sized tree, so I got her one of those tiny table-top trees.

There's a christmas tree lot about five miles down the highway heading towards San Diego. I left home about 5:00pm after finishing my day's work. It was dusk when I arrived at the christmas tree lot.

I entered the lot nude, carrying only my wallet. A girl minding the cash register was smiling and giggling as she saw me enter.

"I'm looking for a table-top christmas tree, do you have any?" I asked.

She pointed her finger to several such trees adorned with a few red beads and planted in pots wrapped in red foil. I picked one up and set it on the checkout counter. The guy who works the chain saw and hammer stopped to observe me. I saw a few other customers about but didn't pay any attention to them.

I handed her some cash and she gave me back my change.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked.

"Yes, it's quite cold" I answered.

She only smiled thereafter, and I picked up the tree and got back into my car.

I showed up at Carla's with the little tree. She seemed to like it a lot.

But I realize she's right in that maybe I ought to make a bold new direction in my life, and just eliminate all the clothes in my possession and force myself to find a way to get by.

Carla Loves My New Blog!

Since relaunching this blog a little over a week ago, Carla says she's very pleased.

Last Saturday we sat at the coffee shop and I showed it to her on my laptop. She likes the new design, the new focus. She likes what subjects I've written about.

She read all the articles and said she could tell that I'm very focused on being her slave, and that just by writing them it makes me think about our relationship, why it works, and what we get out of it.

As someone who writes for a living, I put effort into reading my writings over and over again to make sure I've fixed every misspelling and every grammatical error. I rewrite paragraphs and phrases that sound problematic, repetitive, or lacking in elegance.

But I find that I've taken this to a greater degree now that I'm writing this blog at Carla's suggestion. I want it to look perfect and impressive for her. If one of her friends should happen to visit this blog, I want them to be impressed because I know that will reflect back on Carla.