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Discussion in 'Women's Issues' started by Bill UK, Jan 15, 2006.
Ladies, do you know where your g spot is?....and can your partner find it?
yes and mmmm oh yes!
I never imagined Yorkshiremen to be that good with their hands! Jolly good for you gj
haha what are you saying Bill?! I'll have you know that the good men of our fine county are highly skilled.
That said, my bf is not from Yorkshire...
...long as he isn't French...
I like you :biggrin1:
crazy french and their protestors.
fear not, oh zenophobic ones, he's a fine hunk of prime British beef... well, vegetarian substitute anyway!
Carefully inspected and certified beef I suspect?
you suspect perfectly correctly! He definitely gets the GJ stamp of approval on his ass!
Here are some funny quotes/jokes about the French for y'all. I can't say I'm a huge fan either.
Q: Why did the French plants trees on both sides of the Champs-Elysees?
A: So the Germans could march in the shade when they were taking over the country.
"The French are a smallish, monkey-looking bunch and not dressed any better, on average, than the citizens of Baltimore. True, you can sit outside in Paris and drink little cups of coffee, but why this is more stylish than sitting inside and drinking large glasses of whiskey I don't know." —P.J O'Rourke (1989).
"The only way the French are going in is if we tell them we found truffles in Iraq." —Dennis Miller
I am a crack dealer in New Jersey who has recently been diagnosed as a carrier of the HIV virus. My parents live in a suburb of Philadelphia and one of my sisters, who lives in Bensenville, is married to a transvestite.
My father and mother have recently been arrested for growing and selling marijuana and are currently dependent on my other two sisters, who are prostitutes in Jersey City.
I have two brothers. One is currently serving a non-parole life sentence in Attica for murder of a teenage boy in 1994.The other brother is currently being held in the Wellington Remand Center on charges of sexual misconduct with his three children.
I have recently become engaged to marry a former Thai prostitute who lives in the Bronx and is still a part time "working girl" in a brothel.
All things considered, my main problem is this. I love my fiancée and look forward to bringing her into the family and I certainly want to be totally honest with her. Should I tell her about my distant cousin who is French?
Dennis Miller is a dumbass dickhead.
je voudrais juste à la prise l'heure DE REMERCIER maintenant LES FRANÇAIS d'envoyer les troupes finies et l'argent et la marine POUR AIDER LES USA À BATTRE LES ANGLAIS dans 1776, parce que sans votre aide nous aurions été sous la commande de la couronne royale pendant beaucoup plus d'années à venir.
I used to think my g-spot was broken. I knew where it was, it just didn't work. I don't know what changed but I'm awfully glad it did. I've never been with anyone (since getting it to work, anyway) who could not find it and put it to good use.
How did you find it? Or did your partner find it? Inquiring minds want to know... (like me!)
yes we do
Well. At first, I didn't know it was a specific place. I had no idea what the "g" might stand for, but I just thought it was any place that a person found very erotic to have stimulated. You know. Like someplace that produced an unusual amount of stimulation. For me that was my left earlobe. It was almost hypnotic.
By the time I was 18 or 19 I had a few partners behind me, and a few books read through, and knew better. I knew at to look for, and talked about it with my partners. I knew it was just barely inside, on the front wall, and would feel rather rougher than the rest or the interior. I'd been masturbating since I was 18 months old, so when I'd read that description, I knew exactly where it meant. After talking about it with my boyfriend in 1999, and after some experimenting, I decided I didn't like for him to touch it. I found it to be a vaguely unpleasant sensation. His huge fingers and lack of experience just didn't do the trick I guess.
When I was 21 I took my first phone sex job. This place was huge, and had an excellent training department. In a group training session, testimony and peer pressure from my coworkers convinced me to try to have an orgasm purely from g-spot stimulation. Thank God.
At home, alone, with some porn in the background in case I got bored (which had happened on all prior attempts by myself) I played with my nipples and clit until I got very wet. Then I played with my g-spot. I got bored and watched porn. My wrist began to hurt (typical) and I ignored it. After about 15 minutes, I got the very first inklings of good sensations from the persistent rubbing. I began to ignore the porn and focus on myself. My wrist ached, but I didn't care. I was so wet, and so turned on. I could feel everything swelling and getting warmer. And wetter. I began to feel like I had to pee, but I had no idea that was actually related to what I was doing. About 25 or 30 minutes in, I exploded in a very powerful orgasm that unlike my other orgasms had no center- it just washed over my whole body in electric waves. My extremities tingled. All of my skin felt very sensitive to the slightest pressure, such as the weight of the sheet over my legs. It was the coolest thing. I fell asleep and lost two hours.
I woke up insatiably horny, and with a wrist too sore to do anything about it. I called in sick to work and made a date with my then boyfriend. Suddenly, his lack of experience and big fingers were no longer a hinderance.
Bronx - Thanks for the information!