I like to sleep in the nude. Stark naked. No underwear, no socks, just my skin and the covers. I have basically since I became an adult. My girlfriend is the exact opposite – she loves her pyjamas. Sometimes it seems like half her wardrobe is sleepwear, from the full-length striped flannel to the little satin shorts and tops to the brief, thin nighties. And if it’s not the dedicated sleepwear, she slides under the covers with at least her panties on, but usually a long shirt or a tank top as well. Sometimes I’m blessed by her lingerie, all straps and lace cutouts, accentuating her considerable assets, but never giving it all away. There is a fundamental inequality in exposure when we go to bed, but it doesn’t bother me at all.
Firstly, she likes to look at me, and I make sure she gets to. She’s usually in bed reading by the time I come in. I always notice the way she peeks over the top of her book when I strip, how she spies at my body, my dick, my ass as I move my used clothes to the basket and stretch a final time before lying down.