2023 Author: Katelyn Chandter | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-05-21 13:08
I wake up, get up naked, like Apollo, beautiful, like a statue of Mars from Todi …
I don’t know about you, but I have such a tradition. In the morning, when I get out of bed, I am in no hurry to jump into my slippers and put on some shabby tricot. I just don't have them. I reject pajamas as an invention discrediting human dignity - let the American Winnie the Pooh and Downyats, who are sick with syphilis, walk in it. I sleep in general naked, taking off my panties at night and throwing them in the direction of the center of the room. There is a chandelier in the center of the room, usually there the panties land. Actually, the panties are removed at night for a pragmatic purpose and almost always not by me, but this is beside the point.
Sleeping without panties is an innovation for people over 45, a lot of people today sleep naked, especially if there are no children yet. By the way, in order to be naked, maybe so that the children appear as soon as possible? But this is not enough - you also need to periodically snuggle close to your partner and perform frictions. Although to whom am I explaining. So, sleeping without panties is easy! I went further.
I wake up, get up naked like Apollo, beautiful like the statue of Mars from Todi. I'm drowning the start button on my computer, because my day begins with music and music ends. Audio waves sound, the apartment begins to clear up, I walk, scratch what men usually scratch in the morning, but they don't write about it in women's magazines.
I go to the bathroom, examine my face in the mirror, decide whether to brush my teeth now or after eating. It often happens that I go back and fall into a chair at the computer and get stuck. Naked. I sit naked on the Internet, check my mail, naked I talk with friends, bossy people, I stomp my foot naked in time to the music and I read about world conflicts, I am also naked.
Then I cook breakfast in the kitchen - deftly using pots, pans, potholders and wooden spatulas - naked. It's funny. Either fiery oil will splash, or the penis will fall into a plate of sausages. Kidding. In short, I eat my breakfast naked, and then I usually freeze a little and put on my panties. This is how my day begins. Easy and cloudless. It doesn’t happen once at a time, of course, but the pathology is on the face.
But you sleep naked? Why not? This is truly a delightful feeling, believe me! No embarrassing joggers, thongs, family sails, no nightie wrapped around, nothing sticks to the body in the heat, and in general, a very important thing happens - aeration of the genital devices! I have read medical literature - this is important.
Laxity, you say? Not for a second!
This is why I sleep naked and why my woman sleeps naked:
1. I walk and sit a lot. Clothes are not the most comfortable invention of people. By the end of the day, you want to strip off everything except your navel and so fall into the anti-gravity field.
2. The unhealthy sense of shame is alien to me. Whom to be ashamed of? Myself? Spouse? God in Heaven? Don't tell my slippers.
3. I love my torso and I love my woman's body. Forgive me, I am a human-tectactic mentality, I love to touch and stroke everything.
4. I like to always be ready for the free expression of my sympathies. You know how sporadically morning sex happens, half asleep - until half-fainting, and then sleep again!
5. Naked means natural. And I have always hated fake and some kind of false skin. Someone else puts on a nightcap, imagine what a horror.
6. I just love to shock the babas who peel at my windows from the yard benches. After they saw me naked a couple of times, they began to say hello more often.
Yes, I forgot to make a reservation. I don’t work at nine-to-five jobs, I don’t wear classic suits - only for fun and for fun. I prefer to work at home on a computer, periodically scratching what all men scratch. This makes it easier for the muse to come to me.
In general, I am an antisocial and immoral type, who loves to flaunt shortcomings and shock the population of trolleybuses. You can blame everything on this, like - "ha, it's good for him - he doesn't jump to work like a grasshopper, walks naked around the apartment, scratches and laughs at us." Yes, I laugh, yes, I go. Yes, naked.
I feel very good, it is easy and simple for me. I barely touch the floor - the clothes do not press on my shoulders at all. And I believe someday there will be a time when it’s okay to take off your pants or bra at an investor meeting. Everyone will only breathe more freely and immediately agree on everything.