Where is My G Spot?

Whenever I talk to patients about the G-Spot, I invite them to think of it conceptually instead of a discrete anatomical structure. Let me describe how I conceptualize the G-Spot.

First to consider is that the female urethra has spongy erectile tissue surrounding it which has been known by different names from Skene’s glands, to paraurethral glands, and even called the female prostate.

You can get a 3-D image of this by imagining that you are holding a cup in front of you with both hands. The cup represents the urethra going from the bladder above and opening below between the labia minora. Your hands represent the erectile tissue (obviously not the exact shape or thickness), and the space between your arms represents the vagina. Imagine that the area of your thumbs is down towards the opening of the vagina. In our makeshift model, if something were to reach up between your arms and push on the area of your thumbs, it would be pressing onto the erectile tissue from inside the vagina. The erectile tissue actually fills the space between the wall of the vagina and the urethra, so although the erectile tissue is not in the vagina, you can stimulate it by pressure from inside the vagina Dr C at Reclaim Your Sexuality

It was a combination of these two pieces of information plus Ruf’s exhaustive physical prodding that finally showed me the exact positioning of my own g spot.

I can’t reach it with my own fingers but I certainly can locate it using some of my penetrative toys.

Which is how, last Saturday morning, I found myself enjoying the delights of a lazy morning in bed with a couple of my new best friends.

I suspect it may have helped that I had just read a couple of rather interesting pieces from this week’s e[lust] – this piece about the deflowering of a virgin and this about a fifties housewife and her gardener.

Couple that with a phone call from the cute, tongue-studded massage guy – ok, it was only to change my appointment but he’s got a great voice and you have to work with what you have – plus the burgeoning excitement of my impending visit to Ruf the following weekend and you had one very horny Menopausal woman lying in bed on a hot June Saturday morning, the sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the half-closed Venetians.

I could almost hear the Rabbit calling me from the drawer under the bed. Reaching over, I pulled out the first clit stimulator that came to hand. The Passion Pointer wasn’t what I would have chosen, being rather large, but it was cordless and in my palm so I chucked it backwards onto the bed, followed by the Rabbit.

Lubing everyone up with some of the new non-glycerine and parabens-free Astroglide that I am currently testing, I placed the Passion Pointer in position and set about getting the engine warmed up.

Now you’re probably wondering why I didn’t just use the Rabbit ears? Well, as I said in my original review, I hate them. They’re sharp and they just don’t really do it for me. I’d far rather have the freedom and flexibility to move the stimulator around because different areas of my vulva evoke a variety of reactions, depending upon the angle and intensity of the vibration.

As expected, it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar wave wash over me, making my spread knees quiver as the tremor made its way through my body. Time for the Rabbit. It’s quite a big beastie and requires a fair amount of lubrication and persuasion but, once inside, it fits very snugly.

Moving the ears to one side and replacing the Passion Pointer, I switched the thrusting action to its first setting. This allows the shaft of the Rabbit to gently vibrate against my G spot. This is when I can start to feel it on the front wall, just getting warmed up.

Switching through the second button and on to top strength, I lay back and relaxed, letting my body be consumed by the myriad of sensations. I could feel the downwards pressure of the Passion Pointer pushing the Rabbit out of me and was about to rectify the situation when, I began to become aware of the reaction of my G spot.

The Rabbit had slipped to such a position that its tip was now pounding against the point in question. Beating a tattoo on the door to my pleasure as I started to arch my back into it. Forcing myself against the insistent pulsation, my G Spot throbbed back. Answering each of its questing pulses until the whole lower part of my body was resonating with the triple whammy and I heard myself cry out amidst the cacophony of motors.

Some minutes later, I lay there experiencing the after shocks as the electical energy my body had generated coursed its way through my body. Skin tingling, fingers burning and pussy throbbing, I was reminded of my yoga close where we close our eyes and stop to ‘feel the effects of our practice’.

The Rabbit slid its way onto the bed thrusting disconsolately against the air, followed by the liquid results of its efforts.

I have my G Spot nailed!