Clambering off me and lying on the bed sheets surrounded by sweat, instead of feeling euphoric, I was left feeling unsatisfied.
Unlike other couples in the honeymoon period, who would be at it like rabbits, my partner Phil, then 21, would be lucky if he got any at all.
‘I don’t think that this is working,’ I announced.
I didn’t actually mean the relationship as a whole, I meant our sex life instead.
‘That’s OK, we don’t have to do it,’ Phil said, reassuringly.
However, at that point, I don’t think he quite understood what I really meant.
The idea of getting frisky in the sheets filled me
