This is may be just idiosyncratic old me, but I find that after a session of terrific sex, the process of getting dressed in a suit provides an important end note. I have to find the stuff (dark socks in a candle lit room can be illusive), get 'em all organized and then go through the step-by-step process of dressing. But this mundane process lets me disengage from the fantasy of the carnal world and re-enter my reality. So the little things like putting on the cufflinks, knotting the tie, "shooting" the shirtcuffs through the sleaves of my jacket are more focused since the completion of each discrete act means I am that much closer to walking out the door flush with memories and the residue of lust. This is an important transition for me and it doesn't happen if I only have to pull on a polo shirt and buckle up my Levis.
Awl4knot