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Ok this is clickbait , I never made it on a fur rug, with a goat mask , in a candles circle. Could be fun though.

But a few weird things happened after particularly intense sessions which (I think) are more due to some kind of post-orgasm unwiring/rewiring in the brain… such as:

- blue light floating for a few seconds near the ceiling, above the bed

- being in some kind of half-awake / half asleep trance when the weirdest things could happen , like forgetting her name. Or mine. Or where I am . Once I was absolutely certain I had not really graduated from uni, and I needed to go back to school

- being suddenly certain that I have a huge dick. Or none at all (both times I checked under the futon)

- daydreaming stuff which one part of the brain knows is BS and the other part believes intensely : like some secret child i didn’t even know existed was about to find me

Usually it fades after a few minutes (Thank God!)

Can you guys relate or should I just get myself checked in an asylum asap?
 
Possibly a form of narcolepsy?? Perhaps a form of psychosis induced by lack of sleep?

In any event, Dr. Keihan suggests an immediate regimen of Kirkland Vodka and spiked seltzer, beginning just after lunch and continuing until sunset (or whenever you get arrested). If you are unable to enter Costco due to being French, I'm building a genuine love affair with this Suntory/7-11 9% Chu Hai to the extent that I should sleep soon before I try inserting my dick in the can. I swear, this isn't how I envisioned coming back to Japan.
 
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Once upon a time in Thailand, right after a session, I couldn’t remember the lady’s name and she couldn’t remember mine!

At least she was cool about it. Guess it’s an occupational hazard if you’re a bar girl.

Well, I could still remember my own name. So, I’m not sure if that’s really weird enough for this thread.
 
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Possibly a form of narcolepsy?? Perhaps a form of psychosis induced by lack of sleep?

In any event, Dr. Keihan suggests an immediate regimen of Kirkland Vodka and spiked seltzer, beginning just after lunch and continuing until sunset (or whenever you get arrested). If you are unable to enter Costco due to being French, I'm building a genuine love affair with this Suntory/7-11 9% Chu Hai to the extent that I should sleep soon before I try inserting my dick in the can. I swear, this isn't how I envisioned coming back to Japan.
Hey I can enter Costco ! They don’t discriminate even against wackadoodle Frenchies, as long as I can pay…

Oh there’s also a good one: today after a particularly intense romp some part of my feeble brain was persuaded that such good sex would lead to stronger economic growth.

Seriously I should get my brain scanned just after orgasm . There may be some similarities with psychotic dudes. So maybe they don’t have it so bad after all?
 
Can you guys relate or should I just get myself checked in an asylum asap?

It is really hard to get yourself locked in to an asylum. Even when it would be for your own good. I am basing this assumption to the number of girls walking around freely amongst normal people who are still willing to have sex with me.

Sex in the fur rug was fun but the only time I heard about seeing blue was when a friend (sorry @just4fun ; a guy I know) overdosed on viagra.

Furthermore, I consider that names should be exchanged only after at least three sessions with the same girl. GDPR and all that you know.

But I up you one; once after a really big O I was sure I loved the girl who gave it to me and that I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Happily that idea faded a bit after few minutes and then disappeared totally later when she told me she is not into butt stuff.
 
my feeble brain was persuaded that such good sex would lead to stronger economic growth.

They certainly should replace the "Go To Travel" campaign with "Go To Fuck" which would give you discount coupons for soaps and love hotels.
 
Can you guys relate or should I just get myself checked in an asylum asap?
I can totally relate...completely 100%.
...but you should get checked into an asylum anyway. :p 🤪

After coitus one time I started speaking in tongues, and might have accidentally summoned a demon, so maybe I should join you in that asylum for the world's sake as well.
 
I can totally relate...completely 100%.
...but you should get checked into an asylum anyway. :p 🤪

After coitus one time I started speaking in tongues, and might have accidentally summoned a demon, so maybe I should join you in that asylum for the world's sake as well.
Demons have a bad rap, but frankly I’d prefer their company to that of many humans. And if it’s a lady demon with nice boobs and blood-red lips, even better
 
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They certainly should replace the "Go To Travel" campaign with "Go To Fuck" which would give you discount coupons for soaps and love hotels.
Thats a great idea actually
The fuzoku industry should lobby for that
And if the guys in Nagatacho say no , then the industry should start a “Go Fuck Yourself” campaign targeted at them
 
But a few weird things happened after particularly intense sessions . . .Can you guys relate or should I just get myself checked in an asylum asap?

After one session with a woman whose vagina you and I have explored (though never at the same time, obviously) we just laid across from each other staring intently into each others' souls; no words spoken, and I cannot say for certain if any thoughts were passing through our minds. Certainly not for myself.No idea how long the mutual stare down went on, but it ended when she farted.

The post-coital stare down is something I have gone through with several ladies. Hell, even Manami did it to me once after a meeting where she did me in the Amazon position (which she said she had never done before, but I have my doubts on that).

- being suddenly certain that I have a huge dick.
We know that's not true. You said so yourself.
 
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but it ended when she farted.
Ah, you failed the mystical test young padawan. A true seeker would have not blinked and continued to gaze into those mesmerizing lady-hunter eyes … (by the way did you believe she was a hunter ? I kinda think it was true but she had a complicated relationship with reality so who knows?)

And yes I know I have a modest appendage. But I talk here about a weird state of mind when you don’t believe what you know. Hard to explain
 
Ah, you failed the mystical test young padawan. A true seeker would have not blinked and continued to gaze into those mesmerizing lady-hunter eyes … (by the way did you believe she was a hunter ? I kinda think it was true but she had a complicated relationship with reality so who knows?)
If it had been a lady-like barely audible puff of air then I might have maintained my gaze. However, lady-like is not what it was. Might have had something to do with some schmuck poking around in her rectum.

As for the quote in bold . . . . yes.
 
Demons have a bad rap, but frankly I’d prefer their company to that of many humans. And if it’s a lady demon with nice boobs and blood-red lips, even better
Wait my dear Sir, I met her last Sunday and review is waiting to be published.
 
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Possibly a form of narcolepsy?? Perhaps a form of psychosis induced by lack of sleep?

In any event, Dr. Keihan suggests an immediate regimen of Kirkland Vodka and spiked seltzer, beginning just after lunch and continuing until sunset (or whenever you get arrested). If you are unable to enter Costco due to being French, I'm building a genuine love affair with this Suntory/7-11 9% Chu Hai to the extent that I should sleep soon before I try inserting my dick in the can. I swear, this isn't how I envisioned coming back to Japan.

Have you tried awamori from Okinawa?

That stuff can knock you out followed by an epic hangover. Drink it straight for the full experience!
 
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