I love being naked. If we didn't have a house full of kids, I'd probably be naked most of the time. When I'm home alone (and know I'll be alone for a while), I often am. (Well, I was before my internal thermostat got scrambled. These days I get cold.) I would sleep in the nude, if I dared.
I realize that you're usually cold, so I accept that you'll usually wear a nightshirt when we have sex, but I'd prefer that we were both actually naked. Weather permitting.
In fact, now that I think of it, I find that to enjoy sex, or even to masturbate, I feel compelled to get completely naked, whether you are or not, no matter how cold it is. It's... inhibiting to still be wearing anything. I've read accounts of men who just unzip their pants and go, but I can't do that. I'm usually conscious of it when I'm still wearing so much as my ring and glasses.
I find it intensely arousing when I'm nude and you're not. It drives me crazy.
I know this makes no sense: It makes no sense to me. I'm thinking it must be the mild dominance / submission / humiliation aspect of being naked in your clothed presence that arouses me. I also feel the other side of the same emotion on those rare occasions when I'm dressed and you're not, but not with the same intensity. It definitely affects me much more strongly when I'm the one who's naked.
This is so much true that for years I've been arranging not to allow this to happen unless I knew we were about to have sex, changing clothes when you're not present, doing so one garment at a time rather than getting completely naked before redressing. Getting naked around you counts as foreplay for me.
This is why I often have trouble using the bathroom when you're in it. Men cannot pee with an erection, no matter how badly they need to. Or at least I can't. Darned multiple-function plumbing. (On the other hand, you get periods. I guess I shouldn't complain.)
Remember at the hospital on the day of my heart attack, when the nurses were prepping me for the cardio catheter procedure? As much trouble as I was in, I still took a little illicit pleasure in you, standing there fully dressed, taking my clothes away piece by piece, leaving me naked under an uncertainly placed sheet and a hospital gown that wasn't all the way on. (Now that I've experienced it, I can say that it makes me feel particularly vulnerable to not even know where my clothes are.) Given all the other distractions of the moment, I don't believe I actually got an erection, thank God. Of course, it doesn't often happen that a crowd of women gather around to pull my clothes off (even if most of them are nurses). I wish I'd enjoyed it more. Lord knows it may never happen in any other context.
I was deathly afraid I was going to get hard when you were helping bathe me, later at the rehabilitation center. I was doubly fearful when you wheeled me back down the hall without letting me dress first, clothes and towels in my lap. That seemed like an awfully long, awfully well-populated hall. What the hell was going through your mind? Were you in that much of a hurry to get me away from that sadistic gay night duty nurse? I trust you, but that was unsettling. Startling. Unexpected. And, surprisingly, very exciting.
I don't think you ever saw the swimming pool my parents used to have, though you've certainly seen the area where it once was. There used to be a circular plastic pool, I guess it was about 20 feet in diameter. It was meant to sit on top of the ground, but since the place Dad had picked out wasn't flat, he had a hole dug for it. I loved that pool. I spent much of the summer in it. Mom thought I was going to drown, since I spent so much time under water.
On a few occasions, I worked up the nerve to take off my suit and swim naked. I only felt comfortable doing that when nobody else was home. I think my dad skinny-dipped at night. What I wanted was to leave my suit in the house, but I never dared do that. I waited until I was in the water to strip the suit off and lay it on the ladder, out of sight, where I could retrieve it and slip it back on if anyone came home.
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