The G Spot is a Myth

This is the part that sets me off, not in a good way. Dr. Grafenberg who named the G-Spot, by all standards should have been familiar the human anatomy before becoming a doctor. As a gyno, should have had expertise in all parts of a woman’s nether regions. To further this malfeasance, it took over 60 years to prove him wrong. This proves that the medical education community is nothing more than a bunch of nitwittes. Or closer to the truth I suspect, as a male dominated profession, they chose to ignore the G Spot's lack of existence. They had the perfect excuse not to orally beat around the bush of their girl friends or wives. “Let’s pretend we’re fishing for it with our member, she’ll never know. If she doesn’t scream with pleasure it's all on her”. A kind of nod, nod, and a wink, wink to one another; let's not rock this boat. The gig is up you medical boys; a doctor in Italy gave you up [2]! Now since the G spot is deemed a myth, why is it that some women claim vajayjay climax. Well it's simple, a woman's little hooded hot button extends deep into her love canal like an upside Y. Depending on where the Y sits and wall thickness, arousal occurs or not [1]. Every body is different; organs are not located in the same place in every person. Heck, docs had to go fishing for my sister's appendix only to find it hidden in a cecum fold. Now ladies, you should be relieved that you no longer need to feel “less than” because you or your partner's explorations were fruitless; the search is over. Now he needs to look down there for different task. Hold him to it; threaten no more banana eating until he does. Now to you Mr. Datx: Glad to hear your copulation services are affordable. But, I still had to define G spot for you. So I can only surmise you never attempted to looked for it; tsk, tsk. Cheap is not always better. The new G Spot, that little rap show will end like the anatomical act of the same name. I have better things to think on while in bed than the meaning of life. Such as, am I getting there, or is that a pinkie. Have at it with R.D., he’s all yours for the taking; the mere thought makes me gack. Datx you can live in world of unicorns and fictitious creatures but, nothing will make a woman’s G spot a reality, especially after a 90 study review. It was never there, nor will it mystically appear; and why do care? You didn't know what it was in the first place! (Scratches chin. Ponders the lack of quality of my opponent's coitus services) FYI, a Pukwudgie [3] is as elusive as the G spot, and is more of a problem than an unsatisfied woman. Summary: It has been established without rebuttal that the G spot is a myth. No amount of magic wand waving will make it appear. Sixty years of sailing in the V seas has lead to the land of Letdown. Restaurants, raps shows and other institutions by the same name have also been laid to waste. G is the 7th letter of the alphabet, not a site, local or spot. Finally, I leave you with a poem. Up on the countertop, there she goes Where he ends up, he sure knows She wears a smile, he’s aware There the zip goes, she just stares With best effort he will grind Two in motion they combined A little to the left, she just asks He adjusts his troth to the task As he rives he does slip All she does is bite her lip. He feels rise for release All her pleasure soon to cease He is spent, all a glow She does think, this just blows She looks coy and spreads her knees He just, looks and stands to freeze Out the door afore she implores Cause nose to nethers he abhors There’s she’s left unforfilled She’ll add water for a chill Another f#chdard, she does state Better to toy than another mate http://www.everydayhealth.com... http://www.thefrisky.com... http://www.paranormal-encounters.com...