Oh, G Spot. How I love and hate thee. I know where you are, I find you all the time, you are quite delightful to play with but you make me weak. I can rub and stroke you with oh so many toys till my clit is on fire from the pressure and then… nada. I have to stop because it is so intense; I teeter on the edge of RIGHT THERE and can’t get shoved over into this blissful spasmodic realm of FUCK YEAH self done G Spot orgasms.
I have waged a war on you G Spot. Other people have sent me right to G Spot land, WITH EASE. Using their fingers and tongues, toys, cocks – but no, never solo and it drives me crazy. I just can’t go that minute more it seems. I used to get distracted…
Oh No! I’m on *MY* side of the bed, I don’t want to sleep in the wet spot.
DAMNIT! I’ve been at this for over an hour and I have a term paper to write.
FUCK FUCK … I was boiling water for pasta, and now I smell metal because the water evaporated.
I’ve learned since then and I feel once I find the right tool, I’ll get over my last cliff to climb. The toy will just have to be ever so slightly more intense than the feeling I get before I’m pounding away at my G Spot and nothing happens. I’ve decided to start with the basics, go back in toy time and take this issue at hand and destroy it. I already tried the Lia Magic Wand from California Exotics Novelties, now for Pipedream’s Waterproof Slender G.
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Faceted sensualist, sex positive educator & toy connoisseur, specializing in workshops, outreach & deviant behavior.