Yup. I was once mercilessly used.
She came, got off me (didn't get me off), and started getting dressed. I asked her what the fuck was going on, and she instructed me to close the door on my way out.

It led me to all sorts of questions about the emancipation of women through the liberation of feminism.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 24 Aug 2012, 13:20, Reply)