I, too, just moved into my own apartment recently, and spend most of my time naked. It just seems a whole lot easier and free to just get out of the shower, dry myself off, and just not get dressed. There’s something very empowering about it. I even stopped wearing underwear about three weeks ago and started sleeping in the nude as of late.
I highly recommend everyone live alone for a bit and give it a try. It does wonders for one’s self esteme, and it’s just plain old fun.
I wish.
I do go shoeless most of the time at work, unless I’m going more than a few feet (hahaha) down the hall, where the boss’s bosses might see me.
At home after work, it’s usually a t-shirt or cami and panties in the summer. When it gets colder I wear slightly more. There’s a direct line of sight into my apartment from the apartments on the same level across the street, and I don’t like having my blinds down a lot, so total nudity’s not a good idea (I often throw on a pair of shorts before I make dinner, for instance, because of the kitchen window).
No. The desire to frequently rip off all my clothes and run around the house naked left me at about age 3 or 4. Besides, I injure enough exposed flesh wearing shorts and a t-shirt as it is, imagine no protection from clothing at all. I still don’t know how the hell I managed to cut my knee open on the computer desk’s keyboard drawer earlier this week. :wally
You shouldn’t have corrected. I like a girl in me boxers every chance I get.
To answer the OP: no.
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Dang it happy, I was planning that reply ever since I read that typo.
I live with two guys in a 3 bedroom house. We’re pretty informal… but I would rather not see their tallywackers dangling so give them that same courtesy.
I do sleep naked more often than not, and anytime I’m in sweats or shorts I’m going commando.
Though, hen they’re out of town I frolic nakedly thru the house without a thought of clothes though.
Just a pair of shorts. That’s my usual attire until I get motivated enough to shower, or I have to go somewhere. Or answer the door (although the FedEx guy last week seemed to take it in stride).
Why yes, I do live alone. And I’m unemployed. How’d you guess? 
Not at the moment.
Later. Maybe.
Well, to judge by my current lack of any clothing whatever, I would have to say that later has indeed arrived.
…and a good thing too.
Well, I have answered my door in only my tighty-whities, which looks like the Michelin Man wearing a bag of marbles as a loincloth. I think that’s traumatic enough, going naked would probably cause irreversible insanity due to unspeakable horror.
mmmmmmm…Women in boxers.
Soft cotton boxers.
Wow.
Just boxers, at the moment.
I prefer lack of clothing whenever possible . . . generally the first thing I do when arriving home from work is remove my clothes.
Particularly when suffering through these damned Georgia summers. Blargh.
The first thing I do when I get home from work is strip to boxers and a t-shirt. In the winter, I usually pull on a pair of pyjama bottoms. I sleep naked, though. I can’t stand the way the legband of my boxer-briefs rubs against my thigh.