I'm a loser. It was 0-1 for the majority of life until a year ago. Now it's 30+. I get it the loser way, by the hour. I had always wanted to save myself for someone else that also did the same and live happily ever after. Well I realised it was never going to happen so gradually let loose. Existential crisis of feeling all alone with no meaning in life, realising my life could be taken away at any time, lead me to go do this and open my mind. Saving myself was really me repressing my natural sexual desires.
Sex is different to masturbation. The skin contact and the presence of someone else, the eye contact and reactions, releases oxytocin, that's the difference. It makes me feel good for hours afterwards. I'll have a spring in my step when I leave. Masturbation makes me feel sick and tired afterwards. Sex really is the meaning of life, what we're designed for. I do this to cope with my otherwise meaningless existence.
There can be emotional connection, for the moment. This experience further cemented the fact that there is no love, or a soul mate. As long as it's a pretty girl acting a certain way, I'll have those feelings of 'emotional connection'. It can require some ignorance as well. I have some OCD tendencies, so it's been a journey to get through hygiene and STD concerns. Like eating out at a restaurant and not thinking too much what happens in the kitchen. Emotional connection is a selfish thing.