Have anyone else ever reached a point where they made a conscious decision where they had just become so sick of pointless sex that it was just better to go without? But there gets a point where after the rush and charge of the sex dies down. There is that inescapable emptyness that comes over you, even before your heartbeat returns to normal and the sweat has a chance to dry. It's a bleak feeling. Has anyone else ever reached that point and does it end?