Mysterious exploration of the G-spot

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Since learning about the G-spot online last year, I've been putting it into practice.

I discovered it truly exists and plays a significant role in female orgasm.

The first time was with my wife.

At that time, I had just learned about the location of the G-spot and had never actually touched it before.

After going offline that night, I washed up and went to bed, lying down next to my wife as usual. My hands naturally began

to caress her body , starting with her breasts and then exploring downwards. My wife lay flat on her back, and I lay on my right side. My right hand naturally rested on her mons pubis, and my middle and index fingers began to touch her clitoris, gently teasing it. Soon, I noticed my wife moaning as usual, and her legs began to spread naturally. Suddenly , the moans grew louder, and she arched her hips upwards, bringing her clitoris to my fingers. Seeing my wife's eagerness, I couldn't bear to continue teasing her, so my fingers began to move downwards. I found that the area below the clitoris was already filled with fluid, very slippery, so my middle finger began to explore deeper. To be honest, over the years, I've rarely inserted my fingers deep into my wife's vagina, mainly because I'm worried about hygiene. Today, I was preparing to explore the G-spot, so I paid special attention to washing my fingers repeatedly, almost like a surgeon preparing for surgery. My hand slid down from the mons pubis, and my middle finger naturally entered, initially touching the area of hymen remnants. It felt slightly uneven, with some soft tissue resembling ulcers in the mouth. Then I encountered a spherical tissue, about the size of the front of my thumb, slightly softer, with an uneven surface, resembling rice grains, larger than taste buds on the tongue. Apparently, these are a woman's "taste buds." I continued exploring there, and my wife became even more excited, writhing her body to meet my movements. There was more fluid, and my finger felt like it was in a soup bowl. Following online instructions, I started searching with my finger at the back of that spherical area. When my finger was about two knuckles deep, I felt a slightly different piece of tissue. Those small protrusions were harder than the rest. As I rubbed and moved my fingers back and forth, I felt the protrusion in that area become harder, even erect. At this point, my wife's moans intensified, but she stopped swaying, seemingly feeling some tension, while subtly shifting her body back and forth, trying to get me to touch the correct spot. I knew that when my fingertips touched the right spot, her sensation would be strongest and most pleasurable. So, I deepened my index finger and joined the massage of her G-spot. I gradually increased the pressure, observing my wife's reaction and adjusting the rubbing position. Actually, at this point, I was clearly aware of the location of this spot; the tissue there reacted more strongly, feeling distinctly different from other areas—the roughness and the hardness of the protrusions were much more pronounced. After about three minutes, my wife finally cried out, more intensely than any orgasm she had ever had. I felt pain; I later learned that my wife had scratched my shoulder until it bled. Just as my wife calmed down, my fingers began rubbing that area again. Initially, it was soft, no different from other areas, but after about ten seconds, the G-spot "erected" again, returning to that rough feeling. My wife started moaning again, and within a minute she reached orgasm again, her cries even louder than the first time. Intending to test her abilities, I continued, until half an hour later, after more than ten orgasms, she pleaded hoarsely, "I've had enough, I can't take it anymore! " For the sake of our years of marriage, I said, "I'll spare you, see if you ever say you're not satisfied again!" Actually, I had also reached my limit, and I inserted my penis into her relaxed vagina, quickly reaching climax. I believe in the existence and function of the G-spot, and I've also found the best way to explore it: the woman lies on her back with her legs naturally apart. The man lies on his right side, with his right hand naturally placed on her mons pubis. After proper preparation, one can begin to explore downwards, inserting the fingers about two finger joints deep into the vaginal wall. A hemisphere about two to three centimeters in diameter can be felt there; the G-spot is located at the back (deepest part) of this hemisphere. The second time was with a seventeen-year-old girl I met last year. When she fully opened up to me, I carefully examined her tender vulva and discovered she was still a complete virgin. Because I really didn't want to break her virginity, but also didn't want to disappoint her after she had mustered up the courage, so… The girl's name was A-Y, and she looked to be around 20 years old, but was actually only 17. She was introduced to me because she was the younger sister of one of my wife's colleagues—basically, just learning to type. She studied very diligently and progressed quickly. Although she came from the countryside, she was well-developed, and after more than two years in the city, she was already like a city girl in both appearance and mindset. To improve her typing speed, I taught her how to use the internet and chat rooms to increase her typing speed. Later, she unintentionally opened some sex websites when I wasn't around… She said she admired me greatly and that she wanted to marry a man like me in the future. I know these things are unreliable; the world is vast, and who knows what kind of man she will meet in the future? In our intimate moments, we unknowingly crossed the line. From a brief kiss on the earlobe to her increasingly eagerness to lean against me and savor that fleeting pleasure… Finally, one afternoon, I caressed her entire body. From her ecstatic expression and her longing to be close to me, I knew her needs. However, I couldn't accept it. Was it fear of responsibility? No, because I liked her, I didn't want our relationship to completely change. "Perhaps, after she's given her first time to the boy she truly loves, I'll not hesitate. " That was my thought, anyway. She lay half-reclined on the sofa, her legs spread wide. I sat to her right, my right hand gently caressing her clitoris, while passionately kissing her mouth, eyes, and earlobes… Later, finding her underwear in the way, I slowly pulled it down. She seemed oblivious, her fair genitals and thick black pubic hair exposed, her juices flowing freely, my fingers feeling as if they were immersed in sticky honey. So, my middle finger tentatively ventured deeper. Because I knew that the opening of the hymen could accommodate one or two fingers. When my finger entered, I felt the membrane, like a rubber membrane, but softer and smoother. I felt the clitoris, which was similar to my wife's. However, it was less rough, and the clitoris seemed slightly smaller. The vaginal muscles were also soft and tight. At the back of the clitoris, I started searching for the G-spot with my fingertips, but it wasn't easy to find because there seemed to be nothing unusual there. I believed it existed, so I continued exploring that area. At the same time, I gently rubbed the clitoris and surrounding area with my thumb.

Ay became even more excited, her heavy breathing turning into soft moans. Her eyes were tightly closed, seemingly enjoying the ecstasy, while clearly pleading with me: "Let the storm rage on!" I seemed to feel something different where my middle fingertip touched; it was starting to become rougher.

So, I began to intensify the stimulation in that area, gradually including the area around the nipple.

The nipple became noticeably rougher, and I could even feel the tissue protruding, each one the size of a grain of rice or a mung bean, feeling like magnified taste buds.

Ay's breathing became more rapid; it was clear she was trying her best not to cry out.

I increased the rhythm of my caresses, and also used my other fingers and palms to intensify the massage on the outside.

Finally,

she collapsed, letting out a cry… then biting my collar, her whole body trembling… Gradually, she exhaled a long breath, and her body began to relax.

I stopped the rapid massage and gently, slowly withdrew my middle finger. Instead of using my finger, I soothingly caressed the beautiful protrusion with my palm.

A tear rolled down her closed eyes; I couldn't tell if it was from excitement or agitation… She seemed to be resting with her eyes closed, but I was worried, afraid I had done something wrong and damaged that precious hymen.

Had I damaged it because of my earlier excitement? She was still savoring the experience and didn't notice me leaving her body and coming to face her.

I gently parted her legs and used my hand to part the pink slit—actually, they were already slightly open.

I saw it; the precious hymen was intact, the edges smooth, but the color was redder than I had imagined, probably from the excitement of the orgasm.

I was finally relieved and leaned in to kiss the rosy clitoris. When my tongue touched the tender protrusion, I felt Ah Y's body tremble slightly, and then she protectively squeezed her legs together slightly.

I couldn't stimulate her any further; this was probably the young girl's first orgasm.

Later, we had the same pleasure several more times.

Later, finding the G-spot became much easier and faster.

It was clear she was becoming more attached to me.

I resolved several times to remove her hymen.

However, I never had the courage, and each time I would go to the bathroom to relieve myself after she finished.

Without further words, she probably wondered: what does real sex feel like? I think curiosity is normal, but real sex wouldn't be more exciting than this.

At this point, I felt that the G-spot exists in at least a considerable number of women, including virgins.

This proves that the G-spot doesn't develop after marriage, but is part of a woman's innate tissue.

Not long ago, I found the G-spot in a 35-year-old single woman who claimed to be uninterested in sex and had a natural aversion to men. This changed her view of sex, but also caused me a lot of trouble, which I still can't completely shake off… I found the G-spot in another nightclub hostess, and witnessed an orgasm that was definitely not faked (all the characteristics were there: flushed body, red spots, profuse sweating, needing to rest for a while after the orgasm before having the energy to speak and tidy herself up, a strong sense of attachment… etc.).

Therefore, I seem to be able to conclude that the G-spot exists in at least most women.

Some women are just harder to find.

As long as you're on the right spot, use the right method, and search patiently, you can find them...

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