There was no snuggle. This wasn't even sex - in the true sense of the word - just relief for me and it was carried out in a rather business like fashion.
Sex, for us, is becoming more about his pleasure and less about mine. He is very generous with his hugs and kisses and cuddles after we have indulged in any kind of sex that culminates in his climax but I have noticed, of late, that - even though I enjoy all of our play - my orgasms are increasingly being separated from…um, anything sexual, I suppose.
NB: I should point out that I am pretty turned on by the whole denial thing but I'm just a bit scared about the ultimate consequencies. I don't want to ask him if he's sure about what he's doing but I suppose I'd like someone to come along and say, I've been there - and it's hot!