A Nude World {public nudity/masterbation}

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In a world where sex and nudity isn't something to be hidden, there are a few trains that are being backed by elite schools. The ones that transport their students to their campuses that are out in the country where there would be less pollution to hinder the growth of their pupils, and of course to justify the tuition that they charge.

There are ones built for girl schools and others for boy schools. A few have started to see how both could be mixed and if there was a market for that. Since mixed schools would have access to the other sex constantly. These trains were designed for one real reason, despite what a few may now use them for.

It was to give them relief of any stress that had built up in as they tried to live their lives. It’s been a known scientific fact for years. So, instead of denying the fact that humans are the sexual creatures that we know we are, some schools are now providing a physical way to help in that aspect of their student's lives. This frees their mind to do what they came to school to do. Learn. Acquire friends and find out the kind of person they want to be.

Students, on average, rode these trains twice a day. More if they were on a committee or in clubs. A month after the deployment of these trains, teachers and parents or guardians, have informed the school in informal ways that they had noticed a marked improvement in their children. They were less distracted. Their grades improved. They seemed happier. And the most common was that they were now always on time for class.

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I have to say. I don’t agree with the nipple piercing. It already looks like they had name tags on their collar. Why stick one to their flesh? If anything, they are still playing off the idea that they kept everything but their clothes and for some reason, they are keeping the ‘dress code’ to that of elementary school age girls. In this country (Japan ?) young kids had their address and contact information pinned to their clothes so if they needed help, an adult or an older child could help the get home.

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This might have been the first public sex/nudity stories that I did.

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