Always naked. Have been sleeping naked since 15. Mom did not like it when i was living at home, but too bad. Seems the most normal way to sleep
Honestly, I usually pass out in my clothes. Occasionally with my shoes on. Good thing I don't go to rainbow gatherings =P
I'm of an age where my feet get easily cold, and once they do, they hurt deep inside and aren't easily warmed (once I put them on a heating pad, and had hot and cold feet simultaneously). Half the year I wear heavy woolen hiking socks. Anything else is contingent upon circumstances. Global warming and an electric mattress pad keeps me nekkid most of the year these days.
Always naked. I have never understood or bought into the concept of getting undressed to get dressed again to go to bed.
Always naked wife and me both sleep nude. Only on really cold nights I will put on a pair of socks that’s it nothing else.
Au naturel, although that’s less and less possible as the kids grow up. These days it’s often my undies, maybe plus a pair of PJ pants. It is what it is.
Wait until you become empty nesters than you can be nude all day around the house, we do it’s wonderful to be clothes free
I usually slept naked but my wife like to keep her panties on, since we had kids, so I did the same, after awhile, the had kids gowned and moved out then we both, decided to dress as we choose and it was wonderful experience to be clothes free and often we both choose to wear lingerie. Once she passes, I started wear my feminine panties and bras and I enjoy buying my own new lingerie and for bedtime and often 24/4 now. Now I do fine that feminine clothing is much better, so much more comfortable, many different colors fabrics to chose from.
Right?? I joke with my wife about this most nights. I call it her sleeping uniform. I’ve e slept naked since I was a teenager. Nothing worse than waking up with your morning hard on all stuck in your underwear.
You just made me laugh, thinking back to the times when I first knew Jane. She wore more clothing in bed than she did during the day, including a woolly hat. Then we spent Christmas at her parents home in Ireland and it all made sense. I spent all night shivering. Because they cooked on an open range, to feed Jane and her 13 brothers and sisters, up in the bedrooms, their was condensation running down the walls. Even the beds felt soggy. The smart one was the cat. He slept downstairs on top of the range, so I did not even have him as a hot water bottle.