I read (eons ago) somewhere "Keep your man, stay dressed".
I can't find the article, even after 300+ seconds of googling - nada (although I did find an interesting forum addressing - no pun intended - do you dress up for your man in prison?)!
As I recall the article/blog/the-back-of-a-napkin outlined that men are visually stimulated and as such, men should only be allowed to view the 'goods' of breasts, pussy and arse for sex/business* time. I am guessing a treat them [visually] mean, keep them keen scenario.
This news deflated me. Up until this point naked was on my list of things going for me.
I am always naked, well not always obviously, but I sleep naked, if left to my own devices I do the housework naked, I often watch television naked and so on, more so in the summer than winter of course.
To show the impression this article must have had on me, the very next day, or maybe the very next day with late night shopping, I went and bought some pyjamas, cute and silky, yet covering all the essentials.
They didn't go down well at all.
My then-boyfriend demanded to know why I had suddenly stopped coming to bed naked, questioning my love and devotion for him and was all round offended by my lack of naturist tendencies.
Well there was £19 I needn't have given to Marks and Spencer and the last time I took heed of such waiting-room-literature.
This was ages ago, nearly a decade, and once I realised not to take it personally, and looking at my own experiences i.e. I love to undress a man and in turn love to be undressed, I started to rethink the nudity. Alone - I still sleep naked, with a new lover - I deal with my 'nakedness' with inventive underwear and/or lingerie, established lovers - a mix between naked and lingerie. My new thing is to be lightly dressed with the use of stockings/hold-ups, French knickers and a basque/bodice, showing enough flesh, and adequate accessibility - a successful compromise worth making.