A Letter to My G-Spot
Dear G-Spot,
Where the hell are you?
Do you even exist? Are you just a mere myth invented for the sole purpose of torturing women with high expectations and taunting men for their substandard horizontal techniques? Are you just a mere fragment spun from some lonely woman’s imagination as she lay under the heaving Wookish morbidly obese body of her panting husband to entice him to stop his one minute pounding of her disenchanted vaginal canal?
Where the f**kin’ hell are you?
one00plus said,
December 28, 2008 at 4:56 am
haha this post is funny =)
we do sometimes have our dry spell
cigarette-girl said,
December 31, 2008 at 7:49 am
out on break. will be back after the hoidays. hahaha
Ryan said,
January 4, 2009 at 9:47 am
well..i would think you of all persons would not have trouble finding this little love button..after all, you study the human anatomy more than the average person does..
happy hunting
Pwn Greenland said,
January 10, 2009 at 12:01 pm
I discovered the G-Spot years ago and have always enjoyed exploring it.
Mind you, when I say “G-Spot”, I mean “beer”.
jath said,
January 12, 2009 at 8:21 am
do you not believe in the “come-hither” motion?
actually, i find that i find it much easier with my elephant trunk than my finger.
or so i have observed.
sheE said,
January 22, 2009 at 6:54 am
Try addressing your letter to someone who can help you find it. *winks* (e.g. Dear Mr. Big or Dear Mr. Tornado Tongue)