I’m no sexual stunt woman. I didn’t even know female ejaculation existed until about five years ago. At the time, it seemed like nothing I needed to worry about. You’d probably have to really put in an effort to make something like that happen, I figured. I had more important things to do. But then it happened to a friend of mine quite unexpectedly, as she was doing it with a boy toy, and my interest was piqued. Keep reading »
I’m still trying to decide how I feel about the G-Shot, a surgical procedure available at Los Angeles’ Vaginal Rejuvenation Institute of America, which claims to improve women’s sex lives by pumping up the G-spot with collagen. The injection, which increases the size of the G-spot to that of a quarter, takes aboout about 30 minutes, runs about $1,000 and lasts for four months. It’s kind of like Botox, or lip filler, only with the G-Shot you get
general local anesthesia. Phew. I would have been up all night terrorized by the thought of getting a shot in my vagina. (I can’t even type those words without grinding my teeth.) Keep reading »
G-spot, in my open letter to you, I warned that if you decided to pop up, you’d better be staying for good. And here you go showing up again, trying to steal all of the attention as always, without making any real commitment to hang around.
Some dude researcher, Dr. Adam Ostrzenski, claims to have conclusively discovered your whereabouts. He dissected an 83-year-old dead lady and found what is described as a “blue, grape-like structure buried deep in the front wall of the vagina.”
That sounds … appealing. Keep reading »
Gee G-Spot, you sure know how to disappoint a girl. First you exclaim your existence to the world. Then you hide as my fellow ladies are poked and prodded in search of you. One day you promise earth-shattering orgasms, the next you disappear without a trace. A recent review of over 100 studies into your existence has come to the conclusion that there is no proof of it. That you don’t exist. But I don’t think this is the last we’ll hear about you, g-spot. You’ll lay low awhile and then pop back up again, taunting us. Why do you continue to play these games with our emotions? Do you find it humorous that millions of us ladies spend days and nights pondering where you are? Keep reading »
I think I had a g-spot orgasm. Maybe. I’m not really sure. Even as I thought I might be having one, I questioned its existence.
Somewhere along the way I got the message that this was how I should be getting off. Whether it was part of the idea that penetration is the ultimate sex act or a side effect of sex positive feminism or one of Cosmo’s unrealistic sex tips — the notion that my body should be achieving g-spot orgasm on the regular was embedded in my brain. Keep reading »
Men and women, scientists and gynecologists—heck just about everyone in the world—love to ponder the existence of the mythical (or for some of us women, not so mythical) small, bean-shaped erogenous zone in our vaginas purported to generate the Shangri-la of all orgasms. Like Bigfoot, unicorns, fairies or aliens, there have been massive heated debates by skeptics and believers about the actuality of this little patch of skin. The latest G-spot study, conducted at King’s College in London, concludes that the G-spot is nothing but a dream. After polling 900 pairs of twins, they concluded that the existence of the magic bean is subjective—as in it exists if we believe it does. Thanks for the demystification, guys! [Newser] Keep reading »