I’ve had my fair share of drunk sex, but then I stopped drinking to see if it got better in bed – the results were surprising

AFTER pop star Sinitta extolled the benefits of sober sex, journalist Samantha Rea decided to give it a try.

Here she reveals what happened when she stopped drinking for three weeks.

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I’ve had my fair share of drunken sex in my time.

So when I read last month that pop star Sinitta said “sex is better if you don’t drink”, it got me thinking.

In previous relationships, alcohol was a big part of my sex life.

I’ve been on dates where we stayed out late for “one more drink” – then passed out when I got home and were too hungover to make up for it in the morning.

Then there’s my snoring.

Alcohol makes the situation worse and after a few glasses of wine I feel like a tractor struggling to start (my ex-boyfriends have been known to sleep in separate rooms to get away from me, which kills the passion).

Even if you’re in the same room, who really wants to play around in the stench of old wine?

I’m 42 years old and currently in the early days of a new relationship.

We’ve only been seeing each other for six weeks, but I think he might be the one, so I want it to last – which means I want to do everything right this time, including making sure we have great sex.

So I decided to give Sinitta’s three-week sober sex spree a try – and the results were simply amazing. . .

WEEK 1

I START my alcohol-free period on Tuesday.

It’s Arsenal game night and my new man spent the night at the game with his mates.

Extra time and penalties mean it’s past 1am by the time he arrives – and even though he’s had a few drinks and it’s late, I’m raring to go. . . something I know wouldn’t be the case if I were drinking.

We participate in a full sex session in the early hours of the morning and it’s fantastic.

The next day, I distract myself from thinking about how much I’m missing having a glass of my favorite red wine with dinner by booking tickets to a burlesque show.

Chatter changes into kinky clothes and after dinner I go upstairs and exchange my mismatched yoga bra and multipack panties for some socks and a suspender belt that requires the kind of nimble-fingered dexterity that can only be mastered sober.

My man is very happy and although we already had sex that morning, we sealed the day with two more explosive orgasms.

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The next day, we hit mid-afternoon between video calls.

We attribute this to how much more energized we feel from alcohol-free sleep.

The sober banter is fun, and after a post-coital nap, he asks if I’d like a curry – with a non-alcoholic beer.

At home, we have another mess under the duvet before falling asleep.

The weekend rolls around and, with no plans to get drunk, I decide to watch my man play a game of tennis.

I’m so excited by your sporting prowess that I ripped your clothes off before we even got up the stairs.

I’ve been in for a week and I already think Sinitta is on the right track here.

WEEK 2

We started the second week heavily with sex twice before breakfast, which definitely wouldn’t have happened with a hangover.

We stay out of the house all day and at night we go to the gym.

This raises my “RAAAAH!” levels, so after a Thai shrimp curry we go to bed and have fun again.

It doesn’t even occur to me to have a drink during dinner, and my friend doesn’t either, so we’re both in shape to have fun before bed.

If there really was wine in my glass, I could have dozed off before the knocking started

The next day the alarm goes off at 7am and, without a drop of drink in our system, we are wide awake.

Even though we’re supposed to be on our way to a football match, our libidos don’t keep up with the planned schedule and we spend half an hour holding each other saying, “No, we shouldn’t. We really need to stand up.”

But my man is already awake, at least in the pants section, and that really isn’t helping us get out of bed.

Finally, at 7:30am, we sprung into action and somehow made it to the game on time. It’s a long day and I have to work when I get home.

By the time I’m done, it’s 11pm and I’d like to sleep, but my new tightness is hinting that I’m going to wear something nice to bed, so I give him the socks and suspenders again.

We will have sex in the next few days too.

On Friday we head to the Cotswolds for a romantic weekend in the middle of nowhere.

We stop in the nearest town for supplies, where he buys a bottle of red and me a non-alcoholic sauvignon blanc.

We arrive at our quaint country house and my guy bangs his head on the bedroom ceiling – and that’s not the only banging going on that night.

If there had actually been wine in my glass, I might have dozed off before the knocking started, but with a clear head, I’m happy to play.

The next morning we are back before breakfast.

That night we go to the local pub and I have a non-alcoholic gin and tonic.

That night there was some very hot sex that definitely wouldn’t have happened if I had been drinking gin.

After an afternoon of non-alcoholic beers at the pub, we come home and have sex in the shower and I feel less bloated than I normally do after an alcoholic beer – and less gassy.

On Monday I’m going to London for a few days, so we’ll have sex twice before getting out of bed.

If I had actually been drinking the day before, this would never have happened.

So far, my fortnight of sober sex has been a winner.

WEEK 3

En route to a burlesque night at the start of week three, my man admits he’s eager for the experiment to be over so we can enjoy some “dirty, drunken sex.”

I tell him it’s just for another week or two. . . but when we arrive they hand us the cocktail list and right at the top is my favorite Old Fashioned.

I try to resist, but it’s no use.

The lure of an Old Fashioned is more than I can say no to and I fall off the wagon.

During the night, I pass four of them.

At the Uber house, I giggle and when we enter we go straight to the bedroom.

My man noticed earlier that I wasn’t wearing any underwear and told me he spent the whole night thinking about it.

The sex is hot as always, but then I fall asleep without taking off my makeup and neither of us brush our teeth.

We wake up dirty.

I put foundation and mascara on my pillowcases, which left me with a streaky, smudged face.

I feel tired, hungover and gross.

No sex this morning.

This flashback to alcohol-filled nights made me realize how much better sex is when I’m not drinking.

I’m disappointed in myself for getting off track, but it’s a good reminder of why my sex life is better sober.

And although I only agreed to do this for a month, I think I’ll keep going.

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