G-spot is very different between women, in the sense that some don’t seem to get much from it and some forget who they are or the concept of language.
And honestly I was with a girl once who, I swear on my life, basically didn’t have a clitoris. And I really confirmed this in gynaecological detail. You will think I’m an idiot or something, but it just kind of wasn’t there, and after much effort, I found the equivalent nerve endings slightly off to the left and below the surface. We’re talking a target size less than the head of a dressmaker’s pin.
I will swear on my life this is true, because through dogged persistence that surprised both of us, I did manage to give her an orgasm. But it was the most challenging orgasm that a tongue has ever coaxed forth. That’s all. If I had less experience I would genuinely not have known what the hell was going on down there.
Honestly same, it’s not like you have to go digging for it, or like it’s different for every woman. It’s right there.
G-spot is very different between women, in the sense that some don’t seem to get much from it and some forget who they are or the concept of language.
And honestly I was with a girl once who, I swear on my life, basically didn’t have a clitoris. And I really confirmed this in gynaecological detail. You will think I’m an idiot or something, but it just kind of wasn’t there, and after much effort, I found the equivalent nerve endings slightly off to the left and below the surface. We’re talking a target size less than the head of a dressmaker’s pin.
I will swear on my life this is true, because through dogged persistence that surprised both of us, I did manage to give her an orgasm. But it was the most challenging orgasm that a tongue has ever coaxed forth. That’s all. If I had less experience I would genuinely not have known what the hell was going on down there.