G-Spot Gushing

On Thursday night, I thought a lot about my g-spot. I forget who but someone had got me thinking about my g-spot many years ago, and like most women, I'd gone on a late night exploration to find that little pad of flesh that hides deep inside our cavity of love. She said, "if you rub it, it will come" much like Kevin Costner's famous mantra in 'Field of Dreams'. Well, I haven't gushed yet, damn you, but thats not for lack of trying.

Years ago, a casual fuck named James had tried, with some persistence to give me a gushing, 'hand me a towel, quick', kinda orgasm. But his persistence turned into some mighty fucking pressure and I told him to get away from me, curling my legs up, protectively covering my sobbing vag.

Andrew, a casual fling, once commented that he 'felt a squirt' on his fingers, and for a moment, I almost broke into Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah", but he was mistaking my normal dripping honey-juice for something bigger.

So, on Thursday night, after the gym, I went to a 'Linda West' Party which is basically like a Luvaware party that sells, demonstrates and offers sex-toys, sex aids, and funky costumes for sale. A group of girls that knew each other by 6 degrees of separation instantly bonded over the heated strawberry lubes, rotating pearls, 8 inch dongers and police officer costumes. Never before have I heard so many women openly talk about preferences for their vag, avoid anal talk, sniff and lick lubes, and laugh so much. I'm already open about my preferences within my own circle of friends but having so many women chatting amiably was refreshing!

The night went on with great success. The demonstrator handed around each toy, talking us through rabbit ears for clitoral stimulation and giving her subtle references that she'd tried most of them. There were a couple of rules which both horrified and cracked us up. One of them was 'no one is allowed to take a toy outside of the party'. This implied 'no testing' which instantly had us clenching our knees shut and playfully mortified that someone would have the audacity to try before they buy! Ugh!

I was torn between a Rocket Rabbit [pictured], and a gel g-spot [with rabbit ears] vibrator. Each was priced at $160.00 and eventually I settled on the g-spot vibe to further my quest of soaking sheets.

We had almost reached sales of $2000.00. This told me that not only had I found a group of women who could easily talk about masturbation, but who indulged in sex toy play with a sense of humour - bravo!

My comfort, however, was short lived when Karen, the host, announced that a stripper named Maverick was on his way. As confident as I appear, I'm quite shy about some types, and strippers are one of those types. He was 6ft plus, tanned all over, well-hung, buff with ass-cheeks you could park your bike in. He arrived in fire-man costume which was tantalizing, but I had barricaded myself at the back of the room, with coffee tables between me and this man of gyrating flesh. I don't feel comfortable rubbing oil into his hunka-hunka burning love, or having his leather-gstring pouch flip up and down in my face. Different if I know him, 'bring it on' I say, but in this occasion, no. I was teased, taunted, coffee tables removed and exposed - eep!

A couple of the girls willingly licked ice-magic from his thigh and nipples and happily slapped his leather ass, or groped his nipples. When he ripped his leather pants off, I gasped. He had not only a wide cock, but an usual shape. His knob was MASSIVE, swollen - even though it was still flaccid. He oiled his cock up, and wiggled, waved and made it dance much to the laughter and cajoling of the women. I had some respect for his professionalism and noted that he had no wood. Some, including me, watched through hands on our eyes, and nervously laughed. I almost peed my pants laughing when Zoe started busting her moves, and shaking her ass near him.

So, now i have to wait 4 weeks until the g-spot vibe arrives. I've asked for reviews on each of their purchases and promised a review of mine. Some women spent over $300 dollars on costumes, cuffs, lube and toys. I was partial to the Body Heat strawberry lube but i'll wait until the next party, in December.

If I find the g-spot, I may be off-line for awhile.

Have you found your ladies' g-spot? Did she gush for you? Did she marry you? LOL

Ladies, any luck?