Oh it can stop being good. Trauma can do shit to you. Crazy in the head and crazy in bed sometimes blend into shit like sexual violence. And suddenly what you find yourself really craving is someone who is stable yet adventurous, someone who will discuss what crazy shit we’ll do together then discuss what we liked and didn’t afterwards.
Sex isn't good unless you go to sleep after worrying about whether you're about to get woken up by being hit with a skillet. If you're lucky it's not cast iron.
it's like all sex is make up sex, but they also hate themselves and want you to agree with them. just because they are begging you to piss in their mouth doesn't mean its awesome though.