I was looking at my dirty laundry from the last few days. Lots of warm sleep pants, warm sweaters, a hoodie, fuzzy socks.
It warmed up here, the last 2 days.
Right now I have on long shorts of some weird thinnish material a grey tee-shirt that’s kinda holey and too short.
You?
Jeans and a black polo shirt.
Beck, dear, this is the lamest phone sex I’ve ever experienced.
Tank top, gym shorts, bedroom slippers.
I think not knowing heightens the experience.
Right now I am wearing car keys. Or as my cousin Jake from State Farm New Jersey calls them, Khakis.
Same, but with a fleece zippered sweater over.
I’m wearing comfy blue hedgehog pants. 
It’s 94° here.
Burpo!!!
Well, I never…
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Well I’m with Jake at the State Farm call center so khakis.
I think I have those same pants. I have yellow llama ones, too
Dark jacket over a white polo shirt. Jeans. Tired expression.
White Crew neck T-shirt and boxers
It’s my standard night time lounging and sleeping attire.
A full body smock (head to toe) latex gloves and safety glasses. (T shirt and sweats underneath the smock).
Blue plaid fuzzy sleep pants, shorty UGGs, and a Miskatonic University hoodie. Very comfy!
Nothing but a cock-ring.
I’m wearing thin.
I’m wearing on everyone’s last nerve.
But yeah, Jeans and an Iowa Hawkeye goody. Only because it is comfy. Not because I give any shits about Iowa or hawkeyes.
Weekend work clothes: black denim jeans, polo shirt, 1/4 zip wool pullover because it’s freezing in here.
Black long sleeved 1/4 button t-shirt, dark green flannel jammie pants with tiny white moose silhouettes printed all over them, black merino wool socks and sage green boiled wool bootie slippers.