Where is the G spot and does it even exist?

Recently, a male gynaecologist from Florida claimed to have found the elusive G spot in the body of a dead 83-year-old woman. But does this mythical sex-zone actually exist?



YES says Reveal's Dr Phil Hammond

I think the G spot does exist does in some women, but the (largely male) obsession with it is far from healthy. The G spot gets its name from Dr Ernst Gräfenberg, a New York gynaecologist who in 1950 described a zone located at the front part of the vagina which is believed to trigger orgasm.

For some women, stimulation of this area does indeed hit the spot, while others are left cold. This is hardly surprising. Women are all different. So the female sexual response is complex and may require lots of factors to be in place – love, laughter, friendship, energy, eye contact, clean sheets, sleeping kids – rather than some bloke poking away trying to find the magic spot.

Some women like having their nipples nibbled or their clitoris licked. Some absolutely hate it. Women with spinal injuries can learn how to climax by developing erogenous zones in areas of their body far away from their genitals. Women it seems can have G spots all over the place with a bit of imagination.

The latest "breakthrough" in finding the G spot is certainly not conclusive. The best explanation I can find for the G spot is that in some women, the to-and-fro movements during intercourse transmit arousal to the clitoris through the vagina, by stretching the ligaments that are inside it.

So the G spot is just a clever way of stimulating the clitoris from the inside. But you still need the love, laughter, eye contact, foreplay and clean sheets. Oh, and a pulse.

NO says comedian and writer Nat Luurtsema

Now, I'm no G Spot-denier, but I resent medical science's tedious rummaging around for it, like it's a shy animal peering mistrustfully out of a burrow. This nerdy urge to find the G spot could not be less sexy.

Or so I thought until a "semi-retired Florida doctor" found "grape-like clusters of erectile tissue housed in a sac" during a post-mortem on an 83-year-old woman.

Several things strike me… Firstly, a slight queasiness. Secondly, he's semi-retired? So this was done as a hobby? Mate, get a shed. Thirdly, that is quite the hiding place; the G Spot clearly doesn't want to be found by a nosy old fart in a lab coat.

Surely half the fun of sex is your lucky partner exploring, right? Not plotting a route to this red magic button and refusing to ask directions even when he's lost in your armpit.

I'm not trying to make sex tricky. For all the talk about men never finding "it", surely this is a pressing issue for us all, unless your vagina is like the good crockery and you only get it out for company.

Sex is bespoke – you should off-road, with no obligation to hunt out this mystical genital Loch Ness Monster. Science, STOP rummaging around dead women's vaginas. It's just weird. Go cure something.

Nat's new book Cuckoo In The Nest is out now published by Hodder and Stoughton, £12.99

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