A lovely and very chilly Monday here in sunny Los Angeles. The temperature reading was 32 degrees Farenheit (0 degrees Celesius). Not joking. Bcause of the freezing temperatures, I've had to sleep with layers of clothes and the radiator turned on low. The sleeping with layers of clothes kind of bothers me. After months of sleeping without so much as a stitch on, thanks to the weather I've had to put that pleasure on hold. I miss the feel of the sheets against my bare skin and the feel of the curves of body. Truthfully, I got so used to the sensual pleasures of it, that having to bundle up to go to sleep doesn't hold the same appeal for me anymore. I used to love snuggling up in bed with warm pajamas or a night shirt and socks. I used to love the extra layer of warmth. Since I started sleeping in the nude back in the spring, I've become accustomed to a much different sense of warmth. I love getting under covers at night completely bare. In the morning waking up, rolling over to shut off the alarm and feeling the weight of my breasts against my arm. I've been missing all that. There is just something so wonderful about sleeping nude, something so liberating that I really can't describe it. You have just experience it. It's definitely great for sex and body image. Of course, it's not for everyone. I started gradually, building myself up to fully nude. I can definitely say that my sleep hasn't been as restful I usual. I could try tonight to sleep nude, leaving the radiator on. Hopefully no frostbite.
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