The aftermath of the nut is enlightening for me. I see the world for it really is, unclouded by my animal-like attraction towards femoids. I revel in the feeling of seeing the breasts that I was previously enamored by transform into mere lumps of fat before my very eyes. Desire becomes hate, ape is replaced by human. My shallow breathing becomes consistent, my head becomes clear, and the desire for self fulfillment makes it's way into my brain.
But the feeling is temporary, I am bound by my biology. The desire always comes back, hope always creeps in. The meaningless curves of the female body again become objects of utmost fascination. Again I become an animal, again my life's purpose becomes impossible. And so the cycle repeats until death. If only I could live life in a permanent state of post nut clarity...
But the feeling is temporary, I am bound by my biology. The desire always comes back, hope always creeps in. The meaningless curves of the female body again become objects of utmost fascination. Again I become an animal, again my life's purpose becomes impossible. And so the cycle repeats until death. If only I could live life in a permanent state of post nut clarity...
