I went searching last night - for my g-spot, thanks to some good advice.
Based on everything I was told, I think I found it. Was there some immediate orgasm that we're told is supposed to happen the most the g-spot is found? No, of course not.
Imagine this, though - two fingers inserted, stroking the g and the other hand, tapping the hell out of a clit. You know what you get? A bed-soaking orgasm - or four.
Everything was magnified by ten the moment I found the right rhythm with my g-spot (I feel like I should name it or something). If I hadn't been so impatient with myself, I would have squirted. I could feel it building, that feeling, the pressure. But I need something more, so I let my other hand find my clit. The two worked together to create a fucking symphony. No squirting, but gushing - lots of gushing. Both my hands were covered in come. It was fucking amazing.
I washed my sheets this morning.