Tiny Realizations About My Writing

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I just realized that I've never once mentioned what sleepwear any of my characters wear. They're either in daywear, or naked. Huh.

It might have to do with few of my characters ever actually sleeping on-page. They make love, then scene change and it's the next day.

I guess Andrea Narvaez from Benefactor mentions changing into sweat pants when she gets home, but that's more changing into comfortable clothes, not sleepwear exactly.

That'll change. One of my characters is about to become a prostitute, she'll be wearing lingerie professionally.

--Annie
 
Lingerie is not sleepwear.

Jammies (pajamas) are sleepwear and they can be quite fun.

Sleep pants. Night gowns. Robes. Sweats. Some babydolls.


Something like a peignoir can cross the line between lingerie and sleepwear and would be likely in a story featuring a mature woman of a certain age.
 
Thinking back... I'm in the same boat. I can't remember any story of mine where sleepware was mentioned--even in the cases where the characters are professionals. Lingerie isn't a thing for me. Others feel differently.
 
Most of my characters sleep in the nude. (My own preference IRL)

I have made sleep wear a minor plot point in a handful of stories I can think about, including my Valentine's Day story, which will hopefully be submitted sometime this upcoming week and one of my WIP novels. And in my one published novel, I guess, thinking back.
 
‘jamas get a regular mention in my stories along with long Ts and knickers perhaps because my characters are younger and new to each other.
I tend to write more in winter too and it’s cold!
 
Come to think of it, a sleepover might be interesting.

Bunch of girls that grew up together and went to school together used to have them all the time. Now in their 20s, maybe 30's, one of them floats the idea to relive one ... 'for old time sake'.

Jammies and oversized t-Shirts are the rule, just like it used to be.
 
I seldom mention sleepwear in my stories because it's usually difficult to adequately describe. PJ's conjure up a vision to most readers so that's easy. "Negligee" is a lot more difficult because it can run the range from mostly covered by satin to nearly nude. My general rule is that women who sleep together wear PJ's at least to start out. Women who sleep with men sleep nude. Men sleep in either their shorts or nude.

I have written about a woman sleeping in a man's shirt. That's pretty erotic for me.
 
I just realized that I've never once mentioned what sleepwear any of my characters wear. They're either in daywear, or naked. Huh.

I solve the problem by making House Rule #1 - always naked around the house. Saves time, whether getting ready for bed, the hot tub, or gettin' it on. Okay - maybe an apron for cooking bacon. 😄

PJs, fine. Long T-shirts/nightshirts. Flannel nighties. Sweats. Panties and comfy bras.

Woman in a "boyfriend shirt" is breakfast wear.
 
I just realized that I've never once mentioned what sleepwear any of my characters wear. They're either in daywear, or naked. Huh.

It might have to do with few of my characters ever actually sleeping on-page. They make love, then scene change and it's the next day.

I guess Andrea Narvaez from Benefactor mentions changing into sweat pants when she gets home, but that's more changing into comfortable clothes, not sleepwear exactly.

That'll change. One of my characters is about to become a prostitute, she'll be wearing lingerie professionally.

--Annie
Nothing I've posted yet involves a scene where the characters would be in sleepwear, but several of my WIPs have night time moments, with quite a few descriptions of things like "poking through the thick fleece of her sweatshirt" or "the thin knit pajama pants did little to hide..." or whatever. If the scene calls for it, it's there.
 
I have written about a woman sleeping in a man's shirt. That's pretty erotic for me.
Agree. It's a pretty intense trigger for someone I know, sleeping in a shirt she stole from her dad.

This is probably my favourite description of night attire:
I watched her as she went back upstairs, the sway of her hips as she took the steps. From what I could see in the low light, she was dressed comfortably in a pair of soft pants, pyjamas maybe, and what appeared to be a fine woollen sweater. She'd pulled her hair back from her face into a tight pony tail, and looked younger.

Watching her return, a blanket in hand, was a pleasure. Delilah moved silently, sinuously, and I saw the slight shift of her breasts, probably braless, swaying under the sweater.
 
I prefer to sleep in the nude and that transfers over to my stories. I don't actually do that currently because I am sharing a four bedroom apt. with my son and I don't need him exposed to the awkwardness of the old man's nudity. But for most of my life, naked has been my sleepwear.
 
I find their inclusion makes the scene real. Taking clothes off, pyjamas or otherwise, is as symbolic as opening your thighs, exposing one's vulnerability. Finding your partner's warm smooth skin against one's thighs in the early hours *sigh*

Emboldened, she slipped the waist of her PJs off her hips and with bicycle strokes kicked them down to her feet, then nestled her bare flesh against the still-sleeping Jude, pulling on her arm to bring her closer still...
Hannah wriggled her bare bottom back once more, still hungry for attention and felt Jude's hips press forward...
 
Anemoia is the major driving force behind my writing rather than erotica. This is a term meaning a type of nostalgia, but longing for a past you never experienced and/or places you have never visited.

It does explain how I become so attached to certain stories and their characters, like Cindy my narrator from 'Cindy's Close Encounter'. I felt a real sense of wishing I was in the story, being one of the good-looking, All-American teenagers enjoying high school in Connecticut in the late 1950s, this decade and its music, fashion and culture really appealing to me, and I've always been interested in the New England states of the USA. But I have never been there, and the 1950s were long before my time. In many ways Cindy was my conduit to travel there and live it for myself, even if it was only in my imagination.
 
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