One moment all your attention and energy is invested in orgasming and you're swept away by a primeval spinal reflex. Three heartbeats later, you want no part of the monkey behavior that just consumed you and you are only annoyed with whatever made you come. Often when I finish with a woman, I have this instinctive drive to get away like it's a fucking crime scene and I quietly resent the insistent cuddlers.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3792837&forum_id=2#34657833)

The loathing occurs with masturbation as well, hun.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3792837&forum_id=2#34658068)

Nasty, wild fucks with little emotional dimension don't cut it for me, especially since these usually require wearing a rubber. Might as well fuck prostitutes.

Edit: Actually, the fact that the former type of sex involves bareback and the latter typically involves fucking a plastic bag, might be a confounding variable here.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3792837&forum_id=2#34658409)

With the condom thing, I strongly recommend you just go to town on your significant other. That's where that kind of unrestrained fucking is best: in a committed relationship with someone who really knows how you tick and you share true intimacy with.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3792837&forum_id=2#34658585)

Then you're pulling out, realizing you just fucked a man's dirty asshole that is full of shit and your balls were slapping against his revolting little tranny balls. You just fucked a dressed-up little faggot's ass and you have to live with yourself.

Definitely just talked myself out of ever trying this.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3792837&forum_id=2#34658354)