I think now that I am older, Post Nut Clarity still hits me... but I just laugh at it's attempts to embarrass me.
"Ha! Yes! Yes... I like freaky tiki sex. I like kink. So what? We are consenting adults in the private. The bitch suit is MINE. I paid for it an own it, as is the inflatable sheep, the dildo, the butt plugs (all 8 of them), the swing, all the grapefruits were non-GMO certified organic. The feather duster is disposable. The orangutan is not a real animal, it's just a stuffed animal with mechanical arms that wave around and a mechanical mouth that does all the laughing. No pets were harmed during the sexual encounter. I'm happy with who I am dammit. Now let's shut all these cameras off so I can go to fucking sleep.
