Too ANXIOUS To Orgasm
There’s a tongue on your clitoris. It knows its way around your vulva like David Attenborough knows his chimpanzees, and nerve endings are firing. So why haven’t you come yet? You haven’t been counting the minutes, but if your partner was working their way through the alphabet, you suspect they’d be reaching Q by now – M, at the very least. You cast your eyes downwards, a reassuring glance that says, “I’ll come soon, I swear.” But surfing a
