“I liked—like to be, uh, handled, um . . .” At the first sign of a smirk on his face, I threw caution to the wind. If he wanted me to say it so badly, I wouldn’t try for the most diplomatic route. “I was hurt. Heartbroken. I didn’t want to make love. I haven’t had sweet sex because I don’t want to. The best sex I had was with a guy that used me the same way I used him. That’s what I like.”
