Even for a fur fetishist like me, it seems unthinkable that I wore furs on the beach in January, especially when I feel the heat now, against my naked skin, in July. It’s easy to imagine furs in winter but, in Barcelona, it’s sunny even on cold days and instead of taking an umbrella in your handbag you’re more likely to take a pair of sunglasses instead.

People always stare at me on the beach because my skin is so white and my red hair reflects the bright sunlight. Instead of an all-over tan I just get more freckles. I felt their eyes on me when I opened the fur coat. That feeling got worse when I removed my skirt to reveal tight fitting, hold-up stockings and my discount heels. It was impossible to walk elegantly on the sand with them on.

When I got used to the temperature, it was time to take off the fur coat and reveal my mismatched underwear-black cotton boy-shorts and a retro, polka-dot bra. It’s always more provocative to wear lingerie on the beach instead of a bikini. Although I was wearing more clothes, I felt more exposed than if I was walking around naked.

People expect to see naturists standing in the distance but are shocked to see someone wearing stockings it seems.

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Photography by YUKY

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