I like to sleep topless now. In the past, I always had to have a shirt on. And the right kind of underwear on. And even the right type of shorts or pants on.Tight enough - but not too tight - to protect me from feeling the heat of my thighs against one another and the warm moistness trapped therein. My own parts made me feel swampy and uncomfortable. Even where my breasts fell against the flat parts of my chest - it all just felt too warm and sticky. I needed the perfect cotton barrier, my second skin, to absorb all these unpleasant feelings that would keep me tossing and turning at night. But now, I like to sleep topless. And bottomless. I don’t fidget anymore or keep up moving around trying to avoid these parts of myself. The heat comforts me. I feel myself and my curves and my crevices, and I’m at ease.
Submitted by Anonymous, Edited by Arianne Keegan