Orgasmic goddess Barbara Carrellas was a great mentor for me when I was writing The 52 Seductions – I’m a huge admirer of her joyful, responsive approach to sex. Her new book, Ecstasy is Necessary, launches today in the UK, and it’s wonderful. I’m taking part in Barbara’s book tour, so I asked her a [...]
Just under three years ago I stopped orgasming. I didn’t stop trying, I didn’t stop having sex or masturbating, but one way or another I just didn’t come.
On Thursday morning, I wake up to find that Herbert has already gone to work. Checking my phone, I find that I have a text:
2 minutes 51 seconds, sent at 00.53 the night before.
Ha! I text back, I reckon I can easily beat that.
Talk about decoupling orgasm from sex; it’s hard to relate this to sex in any way whatsoever. Had Herbert voluntarily chosen to position himself like this, with his back to me and his knee across my chest, I would have been downright insulted. Instead, I giggle.