It was a photo-finish, but by my reckoning it was Steve’s tongue that received the points this time, flicking furiously at my most sensitive area until I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I had been paid to fix the results in his finger’s favour.

My breaths came short and sharp, catching in my throat every time I tried to exhale until I felt full of air to bursting point and my body’s self-imposed asphyxiation seemed to prolong my orgasm at its incredible height.

As if far below where my spirit was, I could feel my body shaking in euphoria, utterly blown away by the pleasure and release of the...