Life's too short to be sad over G-spots.
As is the case with a lot of women, I've long believed the G-spot to be a myth. OK, the use of the word "myth" might be a bit wrong, but poor word choice aside, I never really believed I had one.
I chalked up the idea of a G-spot to something on par with female ejaculation in the thinking that if it doesn't happen to me, it just wasn't something with which I should concern myself. I have enough on my plate as it is.
Because this was the case for a decent part of my life, I just learned to accept that vaginal orgasms were something that happened to other women and I should just be happy to at least have clitoral orgasms, especially considering how many women struggle to orgasm in the first place.
And if I didn't write about sex for a living, I probably could've stayed that way forever.
But when it comes to the female anatomy, ignorance isn't bliss and you can't live in darkness. So, I went searching for my G-spot.
Basically, from what I could deduce in those early days of exploration, it was pretty much on the other side of my belly button. Keeping that in mind helped guide my fingers along the way.
The first time I went looking for it, there was definitely something going on in there. I held my fingers in a "come hither" position, as if pointing at myself like all the sites I'd read instructed me to do, and felt a button of sorts.
This "button" is actually a bean-shaped collection of nerves that's just dying to be fondled, stroked, and played with continuously, forever.
The general area feels like a cozy, little soft spot, the way I imagine the back of my throat might feel (yes, I think about these things) if I were able (or willing) to put my fingers down there. Between the soft spot and the tiny bean like structure, I surmised, "By golly! She's got it!"
But just because I'd found my G-spot didn't mean I knew how to work it.
I can attest to the fact that I've touched it several times during masturbation and instructed my partner to touch it with the perfect amount of pressure and technique, too. But aside from it feeling great, it hasn't given me an orgasm.
Even when I've requested that my partner give it a bit more "oomph" because he does have a better angle than I do, without clitoral stimulation to aid in the pleasure process I didn't get very far. I'd expected fireworks; to be squirting all over the room just like they do in porn, but sadly that wasn't the case for me. I felt I was missing out.
Then I stopped being sad. Life's too short to be sad over G-spots.
I realized that while I'd successfully found my G-spot, something that some women never do, it's simply not the best way for me to get off. There's nothing wrong with that, it's just the way things are. C'est la vie, as they say.
Of course, I won't stop giving my G-spot some love from time to time in the hopes of experiencing some mind-blowing, life-altering orgasm, but overall I'm cool with it. I found it, I tried to conquer it, but it just wasn't my scene.
What it comes down to is that I need clitoral stimulation, as do the majority of women, if I'm going to experience sexual pleasure.
Basically, I'm Clit Girl, which sounds like a superhero — and I'm fine with that. Maybe I'll even make myself a cape.