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Nov 2, 2007 - 09:32 PM |
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On being mostly naked, at night. |
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After i got out of the shower, just moments ago, i put on my awesome terry cloth robe and went out on my back porch.
And was reminded of how nice it feels to be naked in a cool breeze.
It is one of the few simple pleasures that i know of, and it only seems to work on nights like these, where the temperature is that perfect kind of comfortably cool that only seems to occur in the early autumnal weeks. And it only works, too, if it's been a windy - the harsh wind that rubs trees against each other and covers the grass in sienna colored pine needles - day, and you're left with these easy flowing constant breezes at night.
Any given person, i imagine, who finds themselves on a back porch at night in the early autumnal weeks naked under a bathrobe, might well enjoy the sensation of that air brushing a bit higher on the thighs or chest and places where one does not usually feel breezes, but not open the robe and allow it to hit everywhere.
Don't make that mistake. Because letting that breeze into all the dangly bits and bare spots that don't normally get them is simply and holistically satisfying. There is no deviancy or fetish here. I'm just saying it feels nice.
Seriously, go try it some night. If you don't enjoy it, then you should immediately see a doctor, because you have lost your sense of touch.
And, no, i'm not wearing any pants.
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