Hey everybody, Hilly here! Today I am filling in for Avitable and if you'll excuse me, I need to fan myself off for a moment. Quick, someone bring me a mint julep because I do believe I'm about to swoon. I mean, seriously, this is the fucking "big show" and I'm going to take a moment to enjoy the hell out of it. Sure sure, while I'd never consider myself an obscure blog reference that time forgot, I am in no way used to getting the flow of big love that I see over here every day. It's making me glisten with glee….
Speaking of glistening, I'm totally changing the topic from the one that I told Avitable I was going to write about here today. When he first approached me about guest-blogging (yes, that's the story I am using here…that he specifically approached me, not that he put a shout-out up on Twitter), I told him that I was planning on posting about "nepitaphs". Here's how *that* conversation went…
Adam: i don't know what that means, but okay
Hilly: Like with all this "power of blog" talk…what would you want your net epitaph to be?
Adam: ah
Hilly: Is that too morbid?
Adam: nope
Hilly: Cause you can move on to someone else….
While *he* may have had no problem with my intended subject, I decided quite quickly that I'd much rather talk about something else that seems to have taken flight in the PRB recently…naked nudeness. You see, I love naps more than almost anything else in this world. One of the best perks of my job is that I get off (TWKS) between 2-3 pm every day so I always get a nice little nap, unless yanno…I have real errands to run and such. Lately, I've been getting really naughty! You see, I've been coming home, stripping down all the way, and taking what I like to call "the naked nap". What that means is that I am completely naked when I climb into bed and fall asleep. Sure sure, maybe sometimes a little something else "happens" before I actually fall asleep, but can you blame me? My naked body is right there for the taking! MY taking!
Oh…like you're shocked. This may be "the big show" but it's no fucking "family show"! Therefore nobody gasp or feign shock when I say this: I think part of the reason that I never have slept nude in the 36 years leading up to the last few months is because, well…I always thought that it was sorta gross to have my hoopie doo (that's "pussy" for those of you on the adult channel) touching the sheets night after night. And you know what is ironic? I still don't! When I go to sleep at night, I am always in a camisole pajama top and panties…yep, each and every stinking night. It's always been that way though. So I guess that "naked nap time" has become my own special little treat…a little taste of "sinny sin sin", if you will.
And no, it's not because of the little pleasures that may or may not take place at nap time…it's the feeling of the cool, crisp sheets against my body after a long, hard day. It makes me feel relaxed and takes me to a far away place where I dream of being skinny and having….well, you don't need to know that part. Besides, sometimes I'm so groggy when I wake up from a nap that I'm almost startled thinking it's morning time and that I am running late. Once I realize that I'm hella fucking nude, I can calm back down because my brain associates the hoopie doo with the nap time. Erm, or something like that.
This whole admission of mine makes me curious about others sleeping habits though. I mean, would it be too much of me to ask, no beg you to tell me what you sleep in? Of course it's not too much, people…dish it! Do you sleep in the naked nudeness? Do you wear only panties, boxers or briefs to bed? Are you fully clothed? Is there some kinky alternative which I have not yet discovered? Let it all hang out and tell me what you do or don't wear to bed!
Avitable Kisses,
Hilly
