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Fetish Power Comments Off on Fetish Power

by Susan M Block, Ph.D.

DO YOU HAVE A FETISH? Do You Need To Talk About It? For Excellent Phone Sex Therapy for Your Fetish Analysis, Treatment, Fantasy Roleplay, Guidance, Help Call The Dr. Susan Block Institute Anytime at [callus].

Notes for Lectures at Yale University, University of Southern California, the California Graduate Institute, Caltech and on Playboy Radio

The word "fetish" is now quite faddish. We have fetish fashions, fetish games and fetish balls. But what really is a fetish in the classic sense? A fetish is a profound erotic desire for something; it could be a boot, a breast or a burqa. One could also have a fetish for an activity, such as watching, being watched, spanking or being spanked. One can even have a fetish for a concept, like fame, or a feeling, like love. Whatever the fetish object, the fetishist invests in it great power, sometimes great sexual power, sometimes great religious power, sometimes both.

In the classic sense, the sexual fetishist needs the fetish object - or at least, some kind of fantasy of the fetish object - in order to have sex. Psychologists call this a "paraphilia." The male needs the fetish object to get an erection. For the female, sexual arousal and fetishism are always a little more mysterious and difficult to pinpoint. Let's just say the female fetishist needs the fetish object to enjoy sex.

Male or female, the fetishist objectifies, glorifies and downright deifies the object, body part, behavior or concept of his or her fetish, above and beyond any mere human being. Take the foot fetishist. For him - or her, but usually him - a beautiful foot is the Foot of the Goddess. In fact, the foot itself is the Goddess. For the leather fetishist, the smell, look and feel of leather is just heavenly, intoxicating, powerful. Then there are the pain fetishists, the martyrs, the bad boys and naughty girls who crave being punished, restrained, tied up, spanked, sometimes even tortured. Often, they fetishize childhood. Many of our fetishes stem from early childhood or adolescence. They seem to have come from intense, often traumatic personal experiences that left an impression on us at a time when we were very impressionable.

But fashion can also be a source of fetishes, and fetishes can be very fashionable. Not all fetishes are in fashion all the time, of course, and the people who struggle most with *fetish guilt,* who worry that they're "weird," are the ones with the unfashionable fetishes. "Am I normal?" is the most common question I get on the air and in my private practice. Many an otherwise healthy fetishist’s entire sense of angst stems from little more than being acutely out of fashion. A typical example would be men who like to wear stockings and heels, but happen to live in the 21st century, as opposed to the 18th century when many manly gentlemen, like George Washington and Thomas Jefferson, wore stockings and heels.

What else can be a fetish? Just about anything. But not anything. What do you think of when you hear the word "fetish" ? What images come to your mind? Do you have a fetish? Do you know someone who does? Do they enjoy their fetish, or do they have problems with it, or maybe a little bit of both?

 

Fetish Types

Essentially, there are four types of fetish:

Body Parts Inanimate Objects Activities Feelings or Ideas

Body Part Fetishists worship parts of the human body, like feet, buns, legs, hair, lips, bellybuttons, fingernails, sperm or female ejaculate. Probably the most common body part fetish, at least in America, is the breast fetish. Many an otherwise reasonable man's life virtually revolves around his pursuit of the perfect boob - big or small, but usually big. Most *breast men* snort with denial if someone suggests that their keen interest in women's racks might have something to do with their desire to be tiny infants suckling up to Mommy. But what do they know?

The exaltation of the female bosom as a sex symbol, as opposed to a maternal image, is pervasive in our society, making it one of the most acceptable contemporary fetishes, so ubiquitous it's barely considered a fetish. Yet it is a fetish, since breasts are far more essential to nurturing than to sex. And therein lies the infantile origin of the breast fetish. That deep need we all have for deep nurturance. Sustenance. Comfort. Food. The breast is food, after all. It is that unique part of a woman's body that actually creates food, the milk of life and love - and fetishes.

Another popular body part fetish is the penis fetish, which is related to penis envy. This is, for the most part, a male fetish. Women generally don't have penis envy; men do. And not all of these male penis fetishists are gay. Sigmund Freud was definitely onto something when he came up with the powerful notion of "penis envy"; he just attributed it to the wrong gender. For the most part, guys are the ones worrying about how their own penis measures up size-wise with other guys. It's one of the oldest male sex hang-ups in the book, buttressed by principles of evolution (human penises are much bigger proportionately than our cousin primates). These days, it is intensified by porn which tends to show men with monster cocks, holding many male viewers in a fetishistic phallic thrall. Most male penis fetishists are bisexual, but that doesn't mean they want romantic relationships with men. They tend to be disinterested in all other aspects of the male body (which is why they are sometimes drawn to transsexuals or she-males), but they are obsessed with the phalluses of other men. Sometimes they want to play with or receive the penis themselves; sometimes they just like to look at well-endowed men having sex with women. Many men feel extremely ambivalent about their penis fetish; it arouses them, but deeply shames them, mostly because they fear that it means they are *gay.* So many men are so ashamed of their penis fetish that the penis, especially the erect penis, is the most taboo human body part in society. Essentially, the only place we can look at erect cocks is in hardcore porn. This fact is one of the secret reasons for porn's gargantuan success.

Object Fetishists prefer to be intimate with inanimate objects. Unlike body parts, they are not attached to actual human beings with feelings and personalities that could get in the way of the fetishist's intense erotic adoration and enjoyment. The objects of their desire often function as *surrogates* for corresponding body parts, i.e., the bra instead of the breast, the shoe instead of the foot, the panties instead of the vulva and vagina, the rubber or latex instead of the skin, the dildo instead of the penis. Some common fetish objects include high heels, boots, stockings, pantyhose, panties, leather, rubber, latex, fur (real or fake), corsets, collars and hats.

Object fetishists often become collectors of their favorite fetish objects. They can get into trouble if part of their fetish is to steal other people's things, of course. But object fetishists are usually quite harmless. And they can be as happy playing with their fetish objects as a child playing with toys. Sometimes the fetish object puts the fetishist into a trance state that he can only be released from with orgasm

Many people are possessed by a fetishistic desire for money, which could be considered a combination object/conceptual fetish. In fact, money might be the most popular female fetish, next to love. How is money a fetish? Because many people, especially some women, can't enjoy sex unless they're being paid in some way, or unless they envision a pay-off in the future. If that's not a fetish, I'll eat my high-heeled boot.<

Activity Fetishists love to make things happen. The voyeurs who fetishize watching are what I call "action fetishists," as are the exhibitionists who fetishize being watched. So are oral and anal sex fetishists, obsessive masturbators of every stroke and style, as well as Doms and Dommes and their slaves and maids. There are bondage fetishists who fetishize shackles and gags. There are pain and humiliation fetishists, like Brother Love who visited my show and couldn't get aroused, even though a beautiful porn star was giving him oral sex and wanted to have intercourse with him. He could only attain an erection and ejaculate when he was kicked hard in the balls and given a golden shower.

Feeling or Conceptual Fetishes tend to be more socially acceptable. At least, feeling fetishists don't get caught hoarding shoes. But they are potentially just as compulsive. Adrenaline Junkies fetishize danger. Hopeless Romantics fetishize love. Drama Queens fetishize suffering. Terrorists fetishize violence. Fascists fetishize power. Henry Kissenger once said "Power is the greatest aphrodisiac." For a power fetishist like him, it most certainly is.

Many fetishists are a mix. For instance, an exhibitionist (action fetish) may enjoy being forced (conceptual or feeling fetish) by a mistress to wear her pantyhose (object fetish).

Marriage is the most socially sanctioned fetish of all. Many people won't have sex until they're married. This is so common and acceptable that it's not considered a fetish. But it fits the definition, especially for some women. Marriage fetishists don't feel comfortable having sex without a wedding ring or at least the promise of one. So what happens if and when the thrill is gone? Different people in different cultures have different ways of working it out. Some marriage fetishists get divorced and then get married again, and again and again. Or if they're in Utah, they sometimes don't even get the divorce; they just get married again. Or they stay married and have affairs. But marriage can certainly be a fetish. It can also be The Anti-Fetish. That is, many fetishists feel they absolutely cannot enjoy their fetish with the person to whom they are married.

Theories of Sexual Fetishism

But back to the classics: bondage, sadism, masochism, transvestitism, psychrocism (that's being aroused by the cold). The origin of fetish terms like these lies in the works of 19th century psychologists Alfred Binet, Havelock Ellis and, perhaps especially, Richard von Krafft-Ebing. In his Psychopathia Sexualis of 1885, Krafft-Ebing was the first doctor to recognize the difficulty of drawing the line between fetish and "normal" sex when he said most lovers engage in "horseplay...just for fun" and that doesn't make them sado-masochists.

In 1920, pioneering German sexologist Magnus Hirschfeld proposed his "theory of partial attractiveness," according to which, sexual attractiveness was the product of the interactionn of various factors within an individual. He argued that nearly everyone had special interests that could be considered "healthy fetishes," while only a small percentage of the population obsessed about one thing enough to be considered a paraphiliac.

In 1927, Freud built upon Ellis' idea that fetishes began in childhood, theorizing that fetishism was the result of early psychological trauma. He wrote about a foot fetishist who, as a little boy, was shocked to learn that his mother had no penis. In fact, he was disturbed to the point of wondering if he might lose his own, developing castration anxiety. Then he discovered his mother's foot. To overcome his fear of losing his manhood, he obsessed about his mother's foot (a penis substitute), and became a foot fetishist.

Nowadays, the word "fetish" is so trendy, it's almost meaningless. It usually is used to mean "sexual interest," not the classical paraphiliac fetishist who absolutely cannot perform or enjoy sex without incorporating the fetish. Now, all kinds of people go to Fetish Balls, dress up in corsets, leather, latex, 8-inch heels, pointy toed boots and other trappings of fetish fashion. Here we are leaving the psychologically disordered realm of paraphilias and entering the much wider world of sexual orientation, experimentation and preference. Nevertheless, you can certainly meet a dangerous paraphiliac at a Fetish Ball, just as you can meet a sociopath in your friendly neighborhood bar.

A couple years ago, I was on Discovery Health Channel's "Berman & Berman Show" - which is very hot if you've got a fetish for perky female doctors who are also sisters (throwing a pinch of the incest fetish into the mix here) - and the subject was fetishes. Their most urgent question was (surprise, surprise): Is this normal? Can true diehard fetishists have "normal" sex lives? I was tempted to say, "No, Drs Berman & Berman, your exhibitionist-voyeur fetish that you expose through your own teasterama TV show is NOT normal; it's perverse, and you need intensive treatment now. So get down on your knees, buns in the air, and suck my high-heeled sandals." I was wearing these very fetishistic leopard print 5-inch-heeled sandals." But I didn't say that; I'm just not sadistic enough. So I told them the truth, "Yes, fetishists can have what we call normal lives: Just incorporate the fetish into your life in a positive way."

But can your marriage actually benefit by exploring your fetish? Well, it usually beats the alternative, i.e., repressing it so that one of you runs into the arms of a lover or over the knee of a dominatrix. Exploring fetishes is risky business, like any great adventure. But I've seen many couples do very well with it, especially if they are intelligent and communicative. I've even seen some who resolve their issues with rage, peacefully and relatively safely by channeling their violent impulses through playing responsible S&M games together. It can even help to reduce domestic violence... It's the Bonobo Way.

Well, the way I explore fetishes, it's the Bonobo Way. But that's not always the way. Some people have a fetish for torture – nonconsensual torture. Of course, this is very dangerous, to you, to your victim, to the country, to the world - and not good clean fetish fun. "Dubyaism," as I define it, is a fetish for dark, deadly activity, accompanied by a sick, frat-boy sense of humor. Not that these types of fetishistic torture - dominance & submission, sensory deprivation, being forced to wear hoods - can be erotic when performed consensually. The key is consensuality. Or, to use less clinical terms: The key is love and respect for the other person as a human being.

Yet part of the whole idea - and the fun - of fetish is to dehumanize your partner, making him or her into a sex object, a role in your fantasies, a god or goddess, a slave or captive, a student or teacher. That why a healthy fetish-filled life balances this intensive fantasy play with a strong recognition of the humanity of your partner.

Fetish Therapy

Can you become addicted to a fetish? Of course! Anything pleasurable in life can be addictive. The best things in life are addictive. One key question is: Does your fetish enhance your life or make it more difficult?

There are a variety of treatments for difficult fetishes, including cognitive therapy, psychoanalysis, aversion therapy and medication. The clergy of all the various religions also have their own form of "treatment" or counseling for fetishes that their religion deems improper. None of these methods actually gets rid of a fetish, no matter how undesirable, especially if the fetish stems from childhood or adolescence. But therapy can help to reduce dangerous or embarrassing fetish-related activity. It can also help the fetishist/patient develop a healthier, more positive approach to the fetish.

My own brand of "fetish therapy" involves three main areas of work:

1) Talking about the fetish. Like psychoanalysis, therapist and patient talk about the origins of the fetish in the patient's early and later life, its manifestations in dreams and fantasies, and positive and negative forms of expression in the patient's real life. Though the work is primarily focused on the patient, of course, it may also involve the therapist sharing his or her own experiences with the fetish to help the patient gain greater insight, as well as to help him to feel more comfortable expressing his own feelings.

2) Roleplaying various scenarios that involve the fetish. Roleplaying, over the telephone or in person, helps both the therapist and the patient to learn more about the fetish through mentally and physically stimulating exploration and play. This can be very pleasurable for the patient, it can be painful, or a combination of pleasure and pain. These sexual psychodramas may lead to the goal of #3, but they can be valuable experiences in and of themselves. The goal is the journey.

3) Channeling fetishistic urges into positive actions. If there is a goal of fetish therapy, it is to learn to channel obsessive fetishistic desires into behaviors and activities that are not likely to harm the patient or others, and may even be beneficial in ways that go beyond scratching the itch of the fetish. "Harm" can range from physically hurting oneself or others to damaging relationships. Benefit can range from enjoying simple, basic, relatively guilt-free, sexual release in the midst of exciting fetishistic activity to developing deeper connections with one's significant other to creating works of art. Thus, a panty fetishist might go from stealing his friend's sister's panties to buying his own to sharing panties with a girlfriend to designing his own award-winning lingerie line.

A fetish can be an awful sexual liability, or it can be a doorway that opens up to an awesome sexual heaven on earth.

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Secrets, Stories & Techniques of G-Spot Female Ejaculation

by Dr. Susan Block

What is Squirting?

One of the great sexual wonders of the world is Female Ejaculation. Called by a variety of names, from the poetic to the worshipful to the crass, it is the Nectar of Aphrodite, the waterfall of womanhood, the champagne of sexuality, a broken fire hydrant, the ultimate orgasm, the geyser of desire. Squirting! Spurting! Spraying! Gushing... Healing as Holy Water, sexy as sin, it's good for the soul, not to mention the skin. Luminous as a sparkling spring, threatening as a flood of feelings, female ejaculation is carnal proof that a woman's ability to hit her lover right between the eyes when she comes is equal to that of a man. Thus, its importance is not only erotic, but political, as it is a tangible, palatable (i.e., delicious!), orgasmic symbol of female sexual power.

Often, female ejaculation is even more profuse and forceful than the male variety. Not everyone finds it erotic. Some are repulsed or threatened by the Raging Waters of Venus. Some women squirt naturally, some never do squirt at all, still others learn how to do it. Though female ejaculation is older than humanity, it is on a new frontier of female sexuality. Both women and men are expressing greater and greater interest in it. As a sex therapist, I get asked these questions more and more on my show and in my private practice: How can I squirt? How can I help my partner to squirt? The *meme* of "squirting" is veritably flooding the world. So, batten down the hatches! Better yet, ladies: uncork your champagne! Gentlemen: get ready to get soaked! If the squirting wave hasn't yet engulfed your neighborhood, it's on its way to bursting out of the closet (the water closet?), and drenching a bed near you.

When I first discovered the phenomenon of G-spot female ejaculation orgasms, I was intrigued, excited, mystified and challenged. As a sex therapist, I wanted to understand it. As a woman, I wanted to experience it. This essay is about both. It is a journey into the eye of a sexual hurricane, a trip into inner space, delving into the deep sensations, as well as the anatomy, history, technique, spirituality, relationship issues, controversies, culture, comedy and sheer Dionysian-orgasmic release of squirting.

Is It Real?

Throughout Western history, prominent scientists have reported witnessing and experiencing the forceful release of fluids from the vagina during sexual activity. We can begin with the Western world's most famous ancient scientist, Aristotle, who wrote about the phenomenon of women's vaginal expulsions during sex, maintaining that they did not have the appearance or aroma of urine, nor did they stain the lady's toga.

In the first century, the Greek Hippocratic "Father of Medicine" Galen, described the "fluid in the female prostate" as thinner than in males. In the 1500's, the Italian anatomist and surgeon Realdo Colombo, who claimed to have discovered the clitoris which he called "the sweetness of Venus," wrote about female fluid "rushing out" and "coming in one gush" from a woman in a state of sexual excitement. The first modern description of female ejaculation came from the Netherlands, which is not so surprising as the Dutch have long been open-minded about sex. In the 17th century, Dr. Regnier DeGraaf wrote about the urethra being pierced by ducts through which fluids are discharged, "occasionally in large quantities." In 1880, Dr. Alexander Skene found two glands in the urethra that emit prostate fluid. These are now called the Skene's glands.

In the 1940s, American gynecologist Dr. Arnold Kegal discovered that if a woman has a strong PC, she is less likely to suffer from urinary incontinence. Just in case you don't know, the PC is not politically correct (on the contrary!), nor is it a personal computer. The PC is the pubococcygeus, also known as the "sex muscle," right between the genitals and the anus. This is the muscle you squeeze to stop yourself from peeing. Both men and women have PC muscles, and both benefit from squeezing and releasing them in what's known as a Kegel exercise. Whatever your gender or genitalia, squeezing and releasing your PC muscle helps you to have bigger, stronger orgasm with and without squirting.

In 1950, a German obstetrician, Dr. Ernest Grafenberg found a very sensitive spot inside the vagina which he immediately named after himself: the G-spot, handily located just an inch or so up from the entrance on the side of the vagina closest to a woman's abdomen. Dr. Grafenberg found that stimulation of the G-spot could lead to expulsion of fluid from the urethra. "Large quantities of a clear, transparent fluid expelled not from the vulva, but out of the urethra in gushes," gushed Dr. G. "At first, I thought that the bladder sphincter had become defective by the intensity of the orgasm. But," he continued, "the fluid was examined and it had no urinary character (rather it was) secretions of the intra-urethral glands correlated with the erotogenic zone along the urethra in the anterior vaginal wall." Sounds like Mrs. G was a gusher."

Despite Dr. G's discoveries, G-spot fever didn't take hold of 1950s Western society. Even the sex-positive feminists of the sexual revolution of the 1960s and 70s pretty much ignored it. Feminists proclaimed women's essential equality with men in and out of the bedroom, but somehow missed the fact that a woman can squirt like a man, sometimes with even greater force. Most women who did ejaculate were quiet about it, often mistaking it for urination.

In the 1980s, the bestselling book The G-Spot by Dr. Alice Kahn Ladas, Dr. Beverly Whipple and Dr. John Perry, broke through the dykes, and a wealth of information about women's sexuality, including G-spot orgasm and female ejaculation, gushed forth. Since the 1990's, several studies have been done by Perry and Whipple, as well as Dr. Milan Zaviacic, Dr. Gary Schubach and Dr. Cabello Santamaria, regarding the liquid expelled during female ejaculation to determine the chemical makeup. According to Wikipedia, the expelled fluid has been found to contain fructose and sucrose, two natural forms of sugar. It also includes very low levels of creatinine and urea (the two primary chemical components of urine, found in high levels in pre- and post-ejaculatory urinalysis). Most interestingly, it contains prostate-specific antigen (PSA), the fluid produced by males in the prostate gland, which forms the base of male ejaculate. In females, it is generated by the Skene's glands which are located in the G-spot. That's why some people, including world-renowned FE expert Deborah Sundahl, author of Female Ejaculation & the G-Spot, and featured in BlockFilms' award-winning DVD Dr. Suzy's Squirt Salon(s), call the G-spot the "female prostate."

In Eastern history, female ejaculation and the G-spot have long been recognized as important aspects of normal female sexuality. Tantric sex practitioners often refer to the G-spot as the Goddess Spot or sacred spot. They call the fluid "amrita," the nectar of the gods. The Kama Sutra is almost certainly referring to female ejaculation when it says "The semen of women continues to fall from the beginning of the sexual union to its end." Images of women ejaculating are carved into Buddhist and Hindu temples, along with other erotic sculptures. Japanese woodcuts show women squirting into bowls in ecstasy. Many East Asian men and women drank female ejaculate for its supposed aphrodisiac and rejuvenating qualities.

A Storm of Controversy

Despite the scientific evidence, the medical establishment has long been extremely dubious about female ejaculation. Over the years, the subject of G-spot female ejaculation has stimulated a veritable thunderstorm of debate among sex researchers, doctors, sex educators, porn stars, lovers, husbands and wives. Detractors insist that there is no G-spot, that women who squirt during orgasm are just peeing while they're coming, and all this hoopla over G-spot female ejaculation is nothing but a glorified golden shower.

But those of us who have experienced the power and glory of G-spot female ejaculation - giving or receiving - know that it exists. This is not a matter of faith; this is the science of sex. Squirting orgasms have been documented, researched and chemically analyzed. In that regard, my own experience, as well as my video-study in female ejaculation, Dr. Suzy's Squirt Salon(s) provided me with extremely strong evidence. Too bad film isn't something you can scratch and sniff, because then you would know that it doesn't smell like urine! But the pleasure and power of female ejaculation do come across onscreen. You can see it, you can hear, and you feel it. And it feels good.

This *feel-good* aspect of squirting is perhaps another reason that the naysayers have held sway over the years. Female ejaculation is a pure recreational pleasure that has no apparent direct role in procreation, except that women who squirt may, over the millennia, have procreated more, simply because we tend to enjoy sex more.

Skepticism about squirting goes from the lab to the bedroom. On one of the Squirt Salons, Rebecca, a part-Native American (Cherokee) woman called in from South Dakota. She had no trouble squirting; she'd been doing it almost all of her adult life and loved it. Her problem was getting her new boyfriend to enjoy it with her. In fact, he didn't even believe that it was real. He accused her of peeing on him, implying that she was being rude. My guest expert Deborah Sundahl and I tried to help Rebecca to navigate the challenges of sharing the pleasures of female ejaculation with a skeptical lover. First, do the smell test; comparing the aroma of female ejaculate with that of urine. Next, let him read the scientific literature on the subject.

In 2002, Dr. Emmanuele Jannini of Italy's L'Aquila University conducted a study that found that the Skene's gland openings vary in size from one woman to another, and some women appear not to have them at all. If Skene's glands do cause female ejaculation, this may explain why some women can do it profusely, while others can't at all, or just produce a little spurt (though a little spurt can feel might good!). According to other studies conducted by Dr. Cabello Santamaria, the phenomenon of "retrograde female ejaculation," where the fluid travels up the urethra towards the bladder, could also explain why many ladies can't or simply don't squirt. Many women, when they learn to ejaculate, realize that they have squirted in the past, but they haven't known what it was. Many have ejaculated into the toilet during or immediately after sex, assuming, of course, that they were peeing.

Female ejaculation is by no means "necessary" for female sexual pleasure. But it is a healthy, normal, natural feminine experience that some women have without even trying. But just because it's "natural" doesn't mean any woman can do it without help. Just as many women (like me), needed to learn how to have a *regular* orgasm, most of us need to learn how to ejaculate. We need to learn a combination of technique and relaxation. And guys who are interested need to learn how to help, if they really want to help.

Learning How to Squirt

Female Ejaculation is an everyday miracle. Just about every normal woman has the anatomy for it, but most don't do it. Moreover, the practice is veiled in mystery. Some porn films show it, but they don't explain what it is or how to do it. Sometimes they even use misleading tricks, like filling the woman's vagina with water that she then squirts out for the camera. Some sex education videos and books explain female ejaculation in much the same way that this essay tries to do, but they don't show it very well. Granted, it is difficult to explain. Thus, over the years, I have tried to create my own videos and literature that shows this process as clearly, and with us much fun and erotic delight, as possible.

I first heard the term "G-spot female ejaculation" from Deborah Sundahl back in 1992 at a Lifestyles Convention, having wandered into her seminar quite by accident. I had never heard of such a thing as women having "squirting" orgasms, at least not on purpose. Neither had anyone else in the seminar. It was something "new" and very exciting, but rather confusing and seemed way out of my personal realm-of-possibility, especially in a seminar like this, where we were sitting in rows of chairs as if we were in a biology class. I found Deborah to be quite charming and knowledgeable, and interviewed her on my show a couple of times, but didn't get an intimate lesson in squirting from her until 12 years later! In the meantime, I would encounter a slightly different approach to the art and science of female ejaculation.

The Braun Method

Years passed, and I didn't give much thought to female ejaculation until I met one of the most prominent, prolific, "hands-on" (and fingers in) modern crusaders for G-spot female ejaculation, Axel "The G-Man" Braun. Axel (now an award-winning director) is the handsome, nimble-fingered son of renowned Italian sex pioneer and filmmaker Lasse Braun. The elder Braun, an old friend of mine (now dearly departed), had written a booklet, The Nectar of Aphrodite, a sort of G-Spot Female Ejaculation Manifesto based upon his personal research into the phenomenon with 130 different women. Braun the Younger took his father's work into the next generation of ejaculation.

Axel has long boasted that he can "make any woman squirt." He almost lives up to his grandiose claim, having succeeded with 12 out of 15 of the women on whom he's tried his method at the Dr. Susan Block Institute, most notably the vivacious and juicy Shayna Knight. As for the other three: One was deadset against squirting at all; she wanted to prove him wrong, and she did. Another was sick with a 102 degree fever (on another occasion, when she was well, she did squirt). The third admitted that she was too worried about what her jealous boyfriend would think to relax and let anything happen. The other 12, myself among them, all squirted with Axel, even though we'd never squirted before.

The "Braun Method" is all in the finger action. It begins with the woman lying back, legs spread open, her partner (let's call him the "G-Man";) at her right side, if he is right-handed. After some sort of foreplay (kissing, oral sex, nipple play, rubbing the clitoris and labia, whatever gets her wet), the G-Man inserts two fingers into her vagina. Axel uses his middle and ring fingers for this, though you might prefer to use your middle and forefingers. Slowly, the G-Man moves his two fingers around inside of her, continuing the foreplay - rubbing her clit, playing with her nipples, lightly spanking her butt, etc. With probing fingers, he locates her G-Spot. He can feel it as a slightly raised, spongy, ridged bump on the "roof" of the vaginal cave. In most women, it is just behind the clitoris, and some experts consider it to be an extension of the clitoris. He then finds the center of this spot, pressing it gently but firmly. This pressure releases a warm flow of fluid, whereupon the G-Man begins vigorously "fingering&" her, in and out of her vaginal opening, causing the rapid expulsion of fluid. That is, female ejaculation.

The first time Axel made me squirt was New Year's 2000. Talk about toasting the New Millennium with my own Cristal Ejaculate! I'd just done a New Year's show, plus received a particularly good whipping from Axel's Daddy Lasse on Mario Saucedo's Bondage Cross, and sat down and up a few times on Mario's Dildo Chair. All that wild "foreplay" mixed with a few flutes of champagne got me loosened and lubricated for adventure. While Lasse was whipping me, Axel was whispering into my ear that he wanted to make me squirt.

I'd seen several women ejaculate - Deborah, Kiss, Annie Sprinkle and Carol Queen, to name a few - but I'd never been able to do it myself, not that I'd really tried. I was also one of those skeptics who wondered if it wasn't just peeing while you're coming. Not that there's anything wrong with a nice golden shower, but well, that's just peeing.

But Axel and Lasse both, each commandeering one of my ears, promised me it wasn't just peeing. Moreover, Axel insisted he could make me squirt without my knowing how to do a thing. As soon as I agreed, Axel disappeared into the bathroom to wash up. Emerging with sleeves rolled up and hands raised, he looked like a surgeon about to operate, or a magician showing he had nothing up his sleeve.

Just to prove to myself that it wasn't urine, I took a nice long whiz right before sitting down with Axel. As I was already highly aroused and very wet thanks to all that whipping and whispering, Axel didn't have to do much in the way of foreplay. He slid his middle and ring fingers easily between my inner labia and into my vagina and immediately began probing around for my G-Spot. Once he located the raised spongy spot under the roof of my vaginal cave, he pressed it gently yet firmly. I felt a slight pinprick sensation, followed by a gushing feeling in my womb, at which point Axel began his dynamic forceful fingering technique. In and out, in and out. I felt like I was blacking out, but I could hear the oohing and ahhing of spectators around me. Actually, I felt kind of like a human washing machine (in a good way!) on rinse cycle. My eyes were closed, so I couldn't see myself squirt, but when I was done, everyone assured me that I had, indeed, ejaculated. I also noticed that Axel's arm and the towel I sat on, as well as the sofa under it, were soaked with my bountiful juices. Later, I looked at the video. Yes, indeed, there I was, squirting like a burst water pipe.

These juices did not smell like pee. They smelled like pussy.

As for the orgasm itself, it was intense, a little bit painful, and exhilarating like a roller coaster ride, leaving me breathless, dizzy and more than a little worn out. A few minutes afterwards, I found myself feeling hornier than usual and wound up having a lot of wild wet sex that night. No more squirting, but some of my deepest, longest, juiciest orgasms ever.

From 2000-2004, I experienced G-spot female ejaculation about a half dozen more times, all with the G-Man, a frequent guest at my Speakeasy. Though I couldn't yet squirt with my husband or other sexual partners, I noticed that my regular orgasms became stronger, longer and more frequent than ever, and I seemed to lubricate more easily and copiously than before.

Ivona's Way

During this time, I met Ivona Diamond. When Ivona came to the Dr. Susan Block Institute, she had never squirted before. One night after the show, Axel asked her if she'd like to try it. Ivona's boyfriend Larry went down on her as I played with her nipples. Then she let Axel's fingers do the walking, using the Braun Method to make her ejaculate forcefully within about 10 minutes. Ivona is a very sensuous, adventurous woman. So no one was too surprised when she let loose and squirted up a small tropical storm. Still it was a baptismal sexual revelation. Soon Ivona became a Squirting Star. She squirted for me at my birthday party and at the first show on my broadcast bed at a new building of ours. Just as they christen a new ship with champagne, we uncorked our own personal Sex Bubbly to kick off a new era for the show in our beautiful virgin space. She squirted on her own birthday and for Halloween. She squirts regularly at home too.

Ivona still enjoys G-spot female ejaculation according to the Braun Method, which Larry mastered along with oral sex. But Ivona taught herself to squirt quite profusely with no fingering at all. With nothing but the firm pressure of her favorite plug-in vibrator, Mr. Hitachi, on her clitoris, labia and pushed-out G-Spot, Ivona can spray like a turbo-charged sprinkler system in a matter of seconds.

How does she do it? Goddess only knows, but she does it almost every time. Some women are squirting naturals; they do it without even trying. In fact, if they haven't been educated about female ejaculation or if they have ignorant lovers, they may even be embarrassed about it, though, of course, they shouldn't be. Ivona's not exactly a natural. She didn't start squirting until the G-Man pressed her button. But she does practice and, at this point, she can pretty much squirt on command. Here's her essential routine: She lies down, head propped against pillows, legs bent and spread wide, buns raised up slightly off the bed. She lubricates her sizeable clitoris and abundant inner labia with her saliva (or Larry's), then pulls those big wet butterfly lips open, placing Mr. Hitachi's head right under her clitoris and over her spread labia. Then she presses Mr. Hitachi down, turning him on high speed, raising her butt, breathing deep, squeezing and releasing her kegel or pubococcygeous (PC) muscles and gently but firmly pushing out her G-spot so that it is stimulated by Mr. Hitachi. After a minute or two, or maybe at the most, three, her eyes squeeze shut and a high-pitched moan emerges from her throat. A second or two later, the geyser erupts. It lasts up to five seconds. The amount of ejaculate that she releases ranges from not much more than a sparkly spritz of pussy perfume to a dazzling, gushing tsunami of amrita. Her secret? Practice, she says. Also, she says it's easier to for her to squirt a lot when she hasn't done it for a couple of weeks. Just like guys.

Annie Body: Squirting Superstar

Most of us can only squirt once or twice in a session. Some women are squirters unlimited. Take the amazing Annie Body who made her first appearance on my show in February, 2002. It was a low-key night with no other guests and no studio audience. Just me, my staff and Annie. Ms. Body, with her horn-rimmed glasses, naturally faded jeans and form-fitting lavender and purple toe socks, looked more like a college biology major than the porn star she is. Little did I know that this sweet, petite, slightly nerdy-looking young lady would turn out to be one of my hottest, wettest, wildest guests ever, and I'd discover exciting aspects of female biology I'd never witnessed before.

At first, Annie just bounced around like a sexual puppy, licking me everywhere and doing it doggystyle with her friend AIN's Steve Nelson. But it wasn't long before we witnessed a rather remarkable aspect of Annie's body. That is, when Steve gently but firmly slapped her clitoris and swollen labia with his penis, she started squirting profusely. Wow! What a splash! I'd never seen a woman emit so much fluid! Steve could only cock-slap for so long, but Annie kept on squirting, like a backyard sprinkler. Then she let me do it. I'd never before made a woman squirt by my own hand! But I had no trouble making Annie squirt, spray, ejaculate and come like the Trevi Fountain over and over again, just by lightly slapping her engorged vulva.. I must admit it was a thrill, and I gave Annie a big hug and kiss for making it so easy for me.. She was ecstatic because, she said, this was only the second time she'd squirted in her life! I wasn't sure what to make of that. But I felt this was indeed a very special occasion. All that squirting made Annie thirsty. She took a long slurp of ice water and spit it out, reminding me of how much squirting is like spitting. Her saliva traveled across the bed like a cruise missile, hitting Steve in just the right spot. Then she went, lickety-spit to lick up her spit, and wound up giving him a very nice blowjob.

That, of course, is another story. I didn't see Annie again until 2004 when she came back to squirt even more voluminously on several shows in succession, including "Bonobos and Missionaries in the Squirting Pussy Rainforest," "Faith-Based Sex," "Dommes & Hollie" and "Future Sex." That last show featured another female ejaculator, Avy Lee Roth (80s rock star David Lee Roth's porn star daughter), who had squirted once on another one of my shows, "Latina Orgasmical" while singing "Girl You Got Me" along with her dad. Squirting is so rock 'n roll.

The Sundahl Method

But the most important session of female ejaculation we've ever had here at the Institute would have to be the long, erotic, highly educational, soaking wet night we call Dr. Suzy's Squirt Salon(s). It was indeed a baptismal sexual revelation. My featured guest was noted FE expert Deborah Sundahl. Deborah stayed over at the Institute for a few days before the show. While she was here, I read her book Female Ejaculation & the G-Spot. One afternoon, I went up to the roof to do my usual yoga exercises, and I brought the book and a little hand mirror with me. There I was all alone with a panoramic view of Los Angeles, a towel, a pussy mirror, and this book on how to squirt. Sometimes I get aroused from just going through various yoga positions, and this was one of those times. I picked up the book and reread the parts with directions on how to squirt.

Learning about sex from books isn't for everybody. But books have always helped me with my own sexuality. I learned how to have my first orgasm from Betty Dodson's Sex for One (then entitled Liberating Masturbation). That afternoon, I learned how to female ejaculate on my own from Deborah's book. Of course, the book is much more detailed than this essay, and I highly recommend it if you're interested in learning to squirt. But here's essentially what I did: First, I urinated downstairs before I went up on the roof. Then I found my private spot, spread out my towel and did about 30 minutes of slow sensuous yoga, breathing deeply, squeezing and releasing my PC muscles, concentrating on the pleasurable feelings in my body in general and my genitalia in particular. Next, I licked my fingers, and stuck my hands in my panties (I didn't feel quite certain enough that I wouldn't be seen to get completely naked. I rubbed my now juicy clitoris until I was very excited but not orgasming. Then, I stuck my index finger inside my vagina, crooking it into the "come hither" position, and rubbed and pressed my G-spot, feeling the ridges on the bump just an inch up from the entrance.

I took my time. I didn't try to ejaculate, didn't really expect to ejaculate. I just focused on the pleasurable feelings in my G-spot. I felt it growing, swelling, enlarging against my finger. As Deborah's book suggested, I let it build and grow bigger and fuller. Every so often, I'd stop and breathe deep, and on the out-breath, I pushed as if I was going to pee, but I didn't pee. I just pushed out my G-Spot, so it was practically outside my labia. Sometimes it felt as if my G-spot was ballooning out on its own.

Deborah cautions against pushing too hard and straining yourself. But I found that pushing out slowly and gently did lead me to squirt. That's right, I had my very first self-propelled female ejaculation experience, with Deborah's book in one hand as my other hand rubbed and pressed my G-spot. I first felt it on my finger, then I pulled out my finger along with a stream of hot flowing ejaculate that wound up soaking my panties, the towel and the book, and seemed to make the police helicopter circling above me screech to a halt in the sky. I sniffed my soaked panties and was pleased to find them smelling very faintly of flowers, certainly not of urine. I floated blissfully on my wet towel under the clouds for who knows how long. Then I ran downstairs to show Deborah who sniffed my panties and squealed with delight. "Congratulations, Suzy, you ejaculated!"

Leila's Tantric Ejaculation

The next night, I held the Squirt Salon(s) with Deborah, Annie and a lovely lady named Leila Swan, whom I dubbed the "Missionary of Squirting," since she hails from an Evangelical Christian background. Leila's father was a preacher who baptized people in the river; now she baptizes her lovers with ejaculate. Leila told the story of how she left her home on a farm, went to Hawaii and got involved in Tantric sex, awakened her ability to ejaculate. It's not surprising that the techniques of Tantra, including deep breathing, PC muscle exercise, extended attention to female pleasure and male self-control, and maximizing a woman's orgasmic potential, would sometimes result in female ejaculation.

After Leila's story, a young lady named Maria called in on the show from the San Fernando Valley and told us that she was a squirter who had never been with another woman, and she could stop fantasizing about that. As Maria masturbated, I wove a story out of the reality of four hot women getting ready to squirt all over each other in her bed. Maria moaned and said she ejaculated. Next Richard called in from West LA, and asked for help in finding the G-spot. At this point, Deborah gave Richard - and the audience - a detailed, very close-up, anatomy lesson in how to find the G-spot, using Leila's beautiful G-Spot as a model. I invited our cameras to go "spelunking" into Leila's vaginal cave. Deborah said that never before had the G-spot been shown in such intimate, close-up detail. Then, she located Annie's G-spot. Finding it was so stimulating that Annie gave Deborah a very wet surprise! Just being a diagram made her squirt!

Then Ken called in from Texas, and told the story of his first-time experience with a woman who ejaculated. He asked what shape penis is best for getting a woman to squirt. Deborah explained that it didn't really matter because even the light touch of a finger can get a girl to ejaculate, as she had just demonstrated with Annie. But Annie and Leila insisted that a curved cock is best for *hitting the spot.* All this talk about cocks and curves got Annie very excited, so she spread out an American flag towel, sat down on it with her legs spread wide, started fingering her G-spot and slapping her clitoris, and before we could say, Tidal wave!" she was squirting up a storm, a flowing Fountain of Venus.. Soon, everyone was covered in ejaculate.

"You want to get fucked really hard," Deborah said to Annie.

"You want to fuck me?" Annie challenged the teacher.

Deborah accepted the challenge and proceeded to use her strong, skilled fingers to give Annie several more astounding ejaculatory orgasms, all the while explaining exactly what she is doing for the benefit of the audience. Then Annie squirted into a glass bowl, and I poured the ejaculate into a champagne flute, which we all passed around, sniffed and even sipped. Everyone agreed that the liquid looked, tasted and smelled nothing like urine. Trying to describe it was difficult though, like explaining fine wine!

To top off her performance, Annie fisted herself! Then she ran off to get her strap-on, and Leila assumed center stage to demonstrate the art and science of female ejaculation with toys, using a curved G-Spot Stimulator Magic Wand and a small vibrating egg.

Leila's ejaculate was not as forceful as Annie's, but just as beautiful, a bit lighter and more delicate in delivery, but almost as profuse. Leila squirts more than a bowlful, and we poured her nectar into another champagne flute, sipped and compared it with Annie's. Then Leila's lover, Big D, entered the scene, showing his sexual mettle by taking a large swig of Leila's ejaculate from the champagne flute and smacking his lips with pleasure. Since Big D was wearing a skirt (well, a kilt), I assumed he wanted someone to lift it. So I did, only to find out just why he is called Big D. Leila proceeded to give him expert, loving fellatio, as Johnny from Hollywood called in, eager to see my G-spot...

I wasn't quite ready for that, so I took a call from Joyce in Iowa. Joyce boasted about her ability to squirt six feet, then proceeded to masturbate quite audibly as Leila rode Big D's big dick, bringing both Joyce and Leila to fantastic squirting orgasms. Then Mike called in from New York with statistical questions like "How much can a woman squirt?" which Deborah tried to answer as best as she could, with a veritable orgy going on around us. As Leila turned and rode Big D reverse-cowgirl style, we took another close-up look at Leila's G-spot. After all that riding and squirting, Leila's G-spot was more than twice the size it was before! It was so big and expressive; it seemed to speak to us. I called it "Pussy Talk," a show within the show.

After a little cartoony Pussy Talk, we went to a deeper level, discussing the profound emotional aspects of the G-spot, the "Gateway to Higher Love." Then it was Deborah's turn. She showed her own G-spot to one of my cameras, as Annie and our other camera went out into the studio audience, finding couples and threesomes inspired to make love by all the exhilarating ejaculation action on the bed.

I Squirt with Deborah

Then Deborah offered to help me find my G-spot. This seemed like a fun idea. I had, of course, found it with my fingers many times, and gotten a glimpse of it in the mirror when I was on the roof. However, I'd never before seen it bigger than life on a television monitor. This would be very cool. But first I had to pee. After all, the Squirt Salon is a pretty long, intimate show with no breaks. So I decided to pee right on camera into a "pee pot" that we keep handy for such occasions. Since I was in the mood for making a statement, I grabbed a photoshopped photo of our President giving me head and stuck it into the pot. Then I "Peed on Bush," releasing a stream of my political frustration along with my golden showers. Annie and Kim also peed on Bush. With this, it was apparent to all that our pee was very different from the ejaculate. It was yellow, smelled strongly of urine and had a noticeably thinner texture than the female ejaculate.

Then it was time for my own G-Spot Revelation. I leaned back against the pillows, opened my legs, breathed deep and pushed out as Deborah stimulated my G-spot with her forefinger. She rubbed it very slowly, telling me to relax, not an easy thing for me to do while I'm hosting a show. Of course, I had relaxed and ejaculated on the roof the day before. But I'd been alone and had plenty of time. Now I had an audience, including cameras. Of course, I'd done it on the show with Axel several times in the past. But he had really done all the "work." It didn't matter what I did; he just whipped the ejaculate right out of me. According to the Sundahl Method, I am more in control of my own ejaculation. So I had to really relax and feel the pleasure. To accomplish that, I imagined I was at the beach with waves crashing between my thighs. I closed my eyes, trying to forget the cameras and the audience. I breathed deep, and pushed out, feeling the pleasurable sensations of Deborah's finger gently rubbing my most intimate swelling spot, and then the next thing I knew, I was ejaculating ~ twice! What a surprise! I was speechless...for about a minute.

Then I called for champagne, and all the Squirting Stars came together for a giddy, Dionysian celebration, kind of a cross between a women's consciousness-raising group and a drunken orgy. I was on a roll. With Deborah's help, I ejaculated a third time. An erotic "After-Party" followed with masked dancing and more squirting hot sex. With Annie's help, I ejaculated a fourth time. The evening climaxed, fittingly enough, with Big D climaxing, providing a nice reminder that men squirt too! Praise the Lord and the Lady. We are all loving, squirting beings.

Since the night of the Squirt Salon(s), I've drenched many towels in squirting sex with my husband. I've also hosted other wet shows, including Faith-Based Sex, Squirt Crazy, Dommes & Hollie, Spring Showers, and Double-Annie Squirting Anniversary which featured 21-year-old Squirting Star Annie Cruz, as well as our beloved Rainforest Princess Annie Body.

Can You Learn to Squirt?

So, can you learn to squirt? Yes, you can! But will you? To some degree, it's up to you. As with any kind of learning, the first thing you need is motivation. Some, maybe most, women are just not motivated to do this, and that's fine. Female ejaculation is optional. You certainly don't have to ejaculate to be a happy, healthy, orgasmic, sexual woman. Some women aren't interested. Some just don't have the time. When you're worried about where your next meal is coming from, squirting is not at the top of your list of things to do. For some, it's "against their religion," which says only men should wear the pants and do the squirting in the family. Some women think men don't like it. Fact is that some men do; some don't. The ones that do tend to be the kind that really enjoy and seek out women's pleasure, and aren't too fussy about getting soaked with a splash of amrita.

Speaking of which, there are practical issues. Some women don't like sleeping on wet sheets. I confess this to be one of my own problems with squirting regularly. This is one reason why I, like so many women, tend to hold back from ejaculating during sex; then, at a certain point, I tell my lover, "I gotta go pee," then run into the bathroom and squirt into the toilet. Yes, the mess is an issue. Female ejaculate doesn't stain, but it does tend to soak everything within a 1-6 foot radius; just think of spilling a glass of water in bed. You can put a towel down, but a really good squirt soaks right through the towel. Best to do it in the bath, on a nice clean floor, on the roof, or best of all, in a bed you won't be sleeping in that night.

Face it, G-spot female ejaculation is one of those decadent pleasures, like fresh oysters, that require the right circumstances and preparation, as well as post-pleasure clean-up. Is it worth it? Well, aren't fresh oysters worth it, at least occasionally? Yes, they can be bitches to crack open, but if you succeed, you have yourself a real treat. So, isn't reaching a new height in sexual pleasure worth a little effort? I think so. But then, I love fresh oysters. At least, occasionally.

Once you've got the motivation, you might find yourself squirting like a sprinkler system with just a little concentration and some good G-spot rubbing sex. More likely, you'll need some instruction, which you can obtain through books, videos, the personal touch, whatever works for you. Then again, maybe this little essay is enough to get you going, or perhaps you need to read Female Ejaculation and the G-Spot and/or watch the Squirt Salon(s) or another show or clip on the subject. Some of you may need more instruction than others. Some of you may have psychological or physiological *learning disabilities* that plug up your porthole, so to speak. Don't be discouraged. If you really want to squirt, eventually you probably will. Most of us hold it back for myriad reasons, good and bad, crazy and sane, conscious and unconscious. But we can all squirt. Remember: the human body is about 75 per cent H2O. It's just a question of letting a little out.

Yes, indeed, Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners. Let the holy water shoot forth! Squirt Bombs produce Shock and Awe with Zero Casualties. Squirt for joy! Squirt for peace. Flood the world with pleasure. Cover the earth in cum. At least, occasionally...

Addendum (May 2015): Since I wrote this essay over 10 years ago, I've squirted hundreds of times. I've also helped dozens of women to squirt, some for the first time. Others are Squirting Stars, like Deauxma, Eden Alexander, Rainey Lain, Kartier, Vicky Vixen, Alexandra Silk and many more. During this time, several naysayers have said denied the existence of female ejaculation, as well as the G-Spot itself, citing specious, sloppy studies and fluid-phobic old wives' tales.

 

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Dr. Susan Block's Secrets, Stories & Techniques of G Spot Female Ejaculation Orgasms

What is Squirting?

One of the great sexual wonders of the world is Female Ejaculation. Called by a variety of names, from the poetic to the worshipful to the crass, it is the Nectar of Aphrodite, the waterfall of womanhood, the champagne of sexuality, a broken fire hydrant, the ultimate orgasm, the geyser of desire. Squirting! Spurting! Spraying! Gushing... Healing as Holy Water, sexy as sin, it's good for the soul, not to mention the skin. Luminous as a sparkling spring, threatening as a flood of feelings, female ejaculation is carnal proof that a woman's ability to hit her lover right between the eyes when she comes is equal to that of a man. Thus, its importance is not only erotic, but political, as it is a tangible, palatable (i.e., delicious!), orgasmic symbol of female sexual power.

Often, female ejaculation is even more profuse and forceful than the male variety. Not everyone finds it erotic. Some are repulsed or threatened by the Raging Waters of Venus. Some women squirt naturally, some never do squirt at all, still others learn how to do it. Though female ejaculation is older than humanity, it is on a new frontier of female sexuality. Both women and men are expressing greater and greater interest in it. As a sex therapist, I get asked these questions more and more on my show and in my private practice: How can I squirt? How can I help my partner to squirt? The *meme* of "squirting" is veritably flooding the world. So, batten down the hatches! Better yet, ladies: uncork your champagne! Gentlemen: get ready to get soaked! If the squirting wave hasn't yet engulfed your neighborhood, it's on its way to bursting out of the closet (the water closet?), and drenching a bed near you.

When I first discovered the phenomenon of G-spot female ejaculation orgasms, I was intrigued, excited, mystified and challenged. As a sex therapist, I wanted to understand it. As a woman, I wanted to experience it. This essay is about both. It is a journey into the eye of a sexual hurricane, a trip into inner space, delving into the deep sensations, as well as the anatomy, history, technique, spirituality, relationship issues, controversies, culture, comedy and sheer Dionysian-orgasmic release of squirting.

Is It Real?

Throughout Western history, prominent scientists have reported witnessing and experiencing the forceful release of fluids from the vagina during sexual activity. We can begin with the Western world's most famous ancient scientist, Aristotle, who wrote about the phenomenon of women's vaginal expulsions during sex, maintaining that they did not have the appearance or aroma of urine, nor did they stain the lady's toga.

In the first century, the Greek Hippocratic "Father of Medicine" Galen, described the "fluid in the female prostate" as thinner than in males. In the 1500's, the Italian anatomist and surgeon Realdo Colombo, who claimed to have discovered the clitoris which he called "the sweetness of Venus," wrote about female fluid "rushing out" and "coming in one gush" from a woman in a state of sexual excitement. The first modern description of female ejaculation came from the Netherlands, which is not so surprising as the Dutch have long been open-minded about sex. In the 17th century, Dr. Regnier DeGraaf wrote about the urethra being pierced by ducts through which fluids are discharged, "occasionally in large quantities." In 1880, Dr. Alexander Skene found two glands in the urethra that emit prostate fluid. These are now called the Skene's glands.

In the 1940s, American gynecologist Dr. Arnold Kegal discovered that if a woman has a strong PC, she is less likely to suffer from urinary incontinence. Just in case you don't know, the PC is not politically correct (on the contrary!), nor is it a personal computer. The PC is the pubococcygeus, also known as the "sex muscle," right between the genitals and the anus. This is the muscle you squeeze to stop yourself from peeing. Both men and women have PC muscles, and both benefit from squeezing and releasing them in what's known as a Kegel exercise. Whatever your gender or genitalia, squeezing and releasing your PC muscle helps you to have bigger, stronger orgasm with and without squirting.

In 1950, a German obstetrician, Dr. Ernest Grafenberg found a very sensitive spot inside the vagina which he immediately named after himself: the G-spot, handily located just an inch or so up from the entrance on the side of the vagina closest to a woman's abdomen. Dr. Grafenberg found that stimulation of the G-spot could lead to expulsion of fluid from the urethra. "Large quantities of a clear, transparent fluid expelled not from the vulva, but out of the urethra in gushes," gushed Dr. G. "At first, I thought that the bladder sphincter had become defective by the intensity of the orgasm. But," he continued, "the fluid was examined and it had no urinary character (rather it was) secretions of the intra-urethral glands correlated with the erotogenic zone along the urethra in the anterior vaginal wall." Sounds like Mrs. G was a gusher."

Despite Dr. G's discoveries, G-spot fever didn't take hold of 1950s Western society. Even the sex-positive feminists of the sexual revolution of the 1960s and 70s pretty much ignored it. Feminists proclaimed women's essential equality with men in and out of the bedroom, but somehow missed the fact that a woman can squirt like a man, sometimes with even greater force. Most women who did ejaculate were quiet about it, often mistaking it for urination.

In the 1980s, the bestselling book The G-Spot by Dr. Alice Kahn Ladas, Dr. Beverly Whipple and Dr. John Perry, broke through the dykes, and a wealth of information about women's sexuality, including G-spot orgasm and female ejaculation, gushed forth. Since the 1990's, several studies have been done by Perry and Whipple, as well as Dr. Milan Zaviacic, Dr. Gary Schubach and Dr. Cabello Santamaria, regarding the liquid expelled during female ejaculation to determine the chemical makeup. According to Wikipedia, the expelled fluid has been found to contain fructose and sucrose, two natural forms of sugar. It also includes very low levels of creatinine and urea (the two primary chemical components of urine, found in high levels in pre- and post-ejaculatory urinalysis). Most interestingly, it contains prostate-specific antigen (PSA), the fluid produced by males in the prostate gland, which forms the base of male ejaculate. In females, it is generated by the Skene's glands which are located in the G-spot. That's why some people, including world-renowned FE expert Deborah Sundahl, author of Female Ejaculation & the G-Spot, and featured in BlockFilms' award-winning DVD Dr. Suzy's Squirt Salon(s), call the G-spot the "female prostate."

In Eastern history, female ejaculation and the G-spot have long been recognized as important aspects of normal female sexuality. Tantric sex practitioners often refer to the G-spot as the Goddess Spot or sacred spot. They call the fluid "amrita," the nectar of the gods. The Kama Sutra is almost certainly referring to female ejaculation when it says "The semen of women continues to fall from the beginning of the sexual union to its end." Images of women ejaculating are carved into Buddhist and Hindu temples, along with other erotic sculptures. Japanese woodcuts show women squirting into bowls in ecstasy. Many East Asian men and women drank female ejaculate for its supposed aphrodisiac and rejuvenating qualities.

A Storm of Controversy

Despite the scientific evidence, the medical establishment has long been extremely dubious about female ejaculation. Over the years, the subject of G-spot female ejaculation has stimulated a veritable thunderstorm of debate among sex researchers, doctors, sex educators, porn stars, lovers, husbands and wives. Detractors insist that there is no G-spot, that women who squirt during orgasm are just peeing while they're coming, and all this hoopla over G-spot female ejaculation is nothing but a glorified golden shower.

But those of us who have experienced the power and glory of G-spot female ejaculation - giving or receiving - know that it exists. This is not a matter of faith; this is the science of sex. Squirting orgasms have been documented, researched and chemically analyzed. In that regard, my own experience, as well as my video-study in female ejaculation, Dr. Suzy's Squirt Salon(s) provided me with extremely strong evidence. Too bad film isn't something you can scratch and sniff, because then you would know that it doesn't smell like urine! But the pleasure and power of female ejaculation do come across onscreen. You can see it, you can hear, and you feel it. And it feels good.

This *feel-good* aspect of squirting is perhaps another reason that the naysayers have held sway over the years. Female ejaculation is a pure recreational pleasure that has no apparent direct role in procreation, except that women who squirt may, over the millennia, have procreated more, simply because we tend to enjoy sex more.

Skepticism about squirting goes from the lab to the bedroom. On one of the Squirt Salons, Rebecca, a part-Native American (Cherokee) woman called in from South Dakota. She had no trouble squirting; she'd been doing it almost all of her adult life and loved it. Her problem was getting her new boyfriend to enjoy it with her. In fact, he didn't even believe that it was real. He accused her of peeing on him, implying that she was being rude. My guest expert Deborah Sundahl and I tried to help Rebecca to navigate the challenges of sharing the pleasures of female ejaculation with a skeptical lover. First, do the smell test; comparing the aroma of female ejaculate with that of urine. Next, let him read the scientific literature on the subject.

In 2002, Dr. Emmanuele Jannini of Italy's L'Aquila University conducted a study that found that the Skene's gland openings vary in size from one woman to another, and some women appear not to have them at all. If Skene's glands do cause female ejaculation, this may explain why some women can do it profusely, while others can't at all, or just produce a little spurt (though a little spurt can feel might good!). According to other studies conducted by Dr. Cabello Santamaria, the phenomenon of "retrograde female ejaculation," where the fluid travels up the urethra towards the bladder, could also explain why many ladies can't or simply don't squirt. Many women, when they learn to ejaculate, realize that they have squirted in the past, but they haven't known what it was. Many have ejaculated into the toilet during or immediately after sex, assuming, of course, that they were peeing.

Female ejaculation is by no means "necessary" for female sexual pleasure. But it is a healthy, normal, natural feminine experience that some women have without even trying. But just because it's "natural" doesn't mean any woman can do it without help. Just as many women (like me), needed to learn how to have a *regular* orgasm, most of us need to learn how to ejaculate. We need to learn a combination of technique and relaxation. And guys who are interested need to learn how to help, if they really want to help.

Learning How to Squirt

Female Ejaculation is an everyday miracle. Just about every normal woman has the anatomy for it, but most don't do it. Moreover, the practice is veiled in mystery. Some porn films show it, but they don't explain what it is or how to do it. Sometimes they even use misleading tricks, like filling the woman's vagina with water that she then squirts out for the camera. Some sex education videos and books explain female ejaculation in much the same way that this essay tries to do, but they don't show it very well. Granted, it is difficult to explain. Thus, over the years, I have tried to create my own videos and literature that shows this process as clearly, and with us much fun and erotic delight, as possible.

I first heard the term "G-spot female ejaculation" from Deborah Sundahl back in 1992 at a Lifestyles Convention, having wandered into her seminar quite by accident. I had never heard of such a thing as women having "squirting" orgasms, at least not on purpose. Neither had anyone else in the seminar. It was something "new" and very exciting, but rather confusing and seemed way out of my personal realm-of-possibility, especially in a seminar like this, where we were sitting in rows of chairs as if we were in a biology class. I found Deborah to be quite charming and knowledgeable, and interviewed her on my show a couple of times, but didn't get an intimate lesson in squirting from her until 12 years later! In the meantime, I would encounter a slightly different approach to the art and science of female ejaculation.

The Braun Method

Years past, and I didn't give much thought to female ejaculation until I met one of the most prominent, prolific, "hands-on" (and fingers in) modern crusaders for G-spot female ejaculation, Axel "The G-Man" Braun. Axel is the handsome, nimble-fingered son of renowned Italian sex pioneer and filmmaker Lasse Braun. The elder Braun, an old friend of mine, had written a booklet, The Nectar of Aphrodite, a sort of G-Spot Female Ejaculation Manifesto based upon his personal research into the phenomenon with 130 different women. Braun the Younger took his father's work into the next generation of ejaculation.

Axel has long boasted that he can "make any woman squirt." He almost lives up to his grandiose claim, having succeeded with 12 out of 15 of the women on whom he's tried his method at the Dr. Susan Block Institute, most notably the vivacious and juicy Shayna Knight. As for the other three: One was deadset against squirting at all; she wanted to prove him wrong, and she did. Another was sick with a 102 degree fever (on another occasion, when she was well, she did squirt). The third admitted that she was too worried about what her jealous boyfriend would think to relax and let anything happen. The other 12, myself among them, all squirted with Axel, even though we'd never squirted before.

The "Braun Method" is all in the finger action. It begins with the woman lying back, legs spread open, her partner (let's call him the "G-Man";) at her right side, if he is right-handed. After some sort of foreplay (kissing, oral sex, nipple play, rubbing the clitoris and labia, whatever gets her wet), the G-Man inserts two fingers into her vagina. Axel uses his middle and ring fingers for this, though you might prefer to use your middle and forefingers. Slowly, the G-Man moves his two fingers around inside of her, continuing the foreplay - rubbing her clit, playing with her nipples, lightly spanking her butt, etc. With probing fingers, he locates her G-Spot. He can feel it as a slightly raised, spongy, ridged bump on the "roof" of the vaginal cave. In most women, it is just behind the clitoris, and some experts consider it to be an extension of the clitoris. He then finds the center of this spot, pressing it gently but firmly. This pressure releases a warm flow of fluid, whereupon the G-Man begins vigorously "fingering&" her, in and out of her vaginal opening, causing the rapid expulsion of fluid. That is, female ejaculation.

The first time Axel made me squirt was New Year's 2000. Talk about toasting the New Millennium with my own Cristal Ejaculate! I'd just done a New Year's show, plus received a particularly good whipping from Axel's Daddy Lasse on Mario Saucedo's Bondage Cross, and sat down and up a few times on Mario's Dildo Chair. All that wild "foreplay" mixed with a few flutes of champagne got me loosened and lubricated for adventure. While Lasse was whipping me, Axel was whispering into my ear that he wanted to make me squirt.

I'd seen several women ejaculate - Deborah, Kiss, Annie Sprinkle and Carol Queen, to name a few - but I'd never been able to do it myself, not that I'd really tried. I was also one of those skeptics who wondered if it wasn't just peeing while you're coming. Not that there's anything wrong with a nice golden shower, but well, that's just peeing.

But Axel and Lasse both, each commandeering one of my ears, promised me it wasn't just peeing. Moreover, Axel insisted he could make me squirt without my knowing how to do a thing. As soon as I agreed, Axel disappeared into the bathroom to wash up. Emerging with sleeves rolled up and hands raised, he looked like a surgeon about to operate, or a magician showing he had nothing up his sleeve.

Just to prove to myself that it wasn't urine, I took a nice long whiz right before sitting down with Axel. As I was already highly aroused and very wet thanks to all that whipping and whispering, Axel didn't have to do much in the way of foreplay. He slid his middle and ring fingers easily between my inner labia and into my vagina and immediately began probing around for my G-Spot. Once he located the raised spongy spot under the roof of my vaginal cave, he pressed it gently yet firmly. I felt a slight pinprick sensation, followed by a gushing feeling in my womb, at which point Axel began his dynamic forceful fingering technique. In and out, in and out. I felt like I was blacking out, but I could hear the oohing and ahhing of spectators around me. Actually, I felt kind of like a human washing machine (in a good way!) on rinse cycle. My eyes were closed, so I couldn't see myself squirt, but when I was done, everyone assured me that I had, indeed, ejaculated. I also noticed that Axel's arm and the towel I sat on, as well as the sofa under it, were soaked with my bountiful juices. Later, I looked at the video. Yes, indeed, there I was, squirting like a burst water pipe.

These juices did not smell like pee. They smelled like pussy.

As for the orgasm itself, it was intense, a little bit painful, and exhilarating like a roller coaster ride, leaving me breathless, dizzy and more than a little worn out. A few minutes afterwards, I found myself feeling hornier than usual and wound up having a lot of wild wet sex that night. No more squirting, but some of my deepest, longest, juiciest orgasms ever.

From 2000-2004, I experienced G-spot female ejaculation about a half dozen more times, all with the G-Man, a frequent guest at my Speakeasy. Though I couldn't yet squirt with my husband or other sexual partners, I noticed that my regular orgasms became stronger, longer and more frequent than ever, and I seemed to lubricate more easily and copiously than before.

Ivona's Way

During this time, I met Ivona Diamond. When Ivona came to the Dr. Susan Block Institute, she had never squirted before. One night after the show, Axel asked her if she'd like to try it. Ivona's boyfriend Larry went down on her as I played with her nipples. Then she let Axel's fingers do the walking, using the Braun Method to make her ejaculate forcefully within about 10 minutes. Ivona is a very sensuous, adventurous woman. So no one was too surprised when she let loose and squirted up a small tropical storm. Still it was a baptismal sexual revelation. Soon Ivona became a Squirting Star. She squirted for me at my birthday party. She squirted at the first show on my broadcast bed at new building for Institute. Just as they christen a new ship with champagne, we uncorked our own personal Sex Bubbly to kick off a new era for the show in our beautiful new space. She squirted on her own birthday and for Halloween. She squirts regularly at home too.

Ivona still enjoys G-spot female ejaculation according to the Braun Method, which Larry mastered along with oral sex. But Ivona taught herself to squirt quite profusely with no fingering at all. With nothing but the firm pressure of her favorite plug-in vibrator, Mr. Hitachi, on her clitoris, labia and pushed-out G-Spot, Ivona can spray like a turbo-charged sprinkler system in a matter of seconds.

How does she do it? Goddess only knows, but she does it almost every time. Some women are squirting naturals; they do it without even trying. In fact, if they haven't been educated about female ejaculation or if they have ignorant lovers, they may even be embarrassed about it, though, of course, they shouldn't be. Ivona's not exactly a natural. She didn't start squirting until the G-Man pressed her button. But she does practice and, at this point, she can pretty much squirt on command. Here's her essential routine: She lies down, head propped against pillows, legs bent and spread wide, buns raised up slightly off the bed. She lubricates her sizeable clitoris and abundant inner labia with her saliva (or Larry's), then pulls those big wet butterfly lips open, placing Mr. Hitachi's head right under her clitoris and over her spread labia. Then she presses Mr. Hitachi down, turning him on high speed, raising her butt, breathing deep, squeezing and releasing her kegel or pubococcygeous (PC) muscles and gently but firmly pushing out her G-spot so that it is stimulated by Mr. Hitachi. After a minute or two, or maybe at the most, three, her eyes squeeze shut and a high-pitched moan emerges from her throat. A second or two later, the geyser erupts. It lasts up to five seconds. The amount of ejaculate that she releases ranges from not much more than a sparkly spritz of pussy perfume to a dazzling, gushing tsunami of amrita. Her secret? Practice, she says. Also, she says it's easier to for her to squirt a lot when she hasn't done it for a couple of weeks. Just like guys.

Annie Body: Squirting Superstar

Most of us can only squirt once or twice in a session. Some women are squirters unlimited. Take the amazing Annie Body who made her first appearance on my show in February, 2002. It was a low-key night with no other guests and no studio audience. Just me, my staff and Annie. Ms. Body, with her horn-rimmed glasses, naturally faded jeans and form-fitting lavender and purple toe socks, looked more like a college biology major than the porn star she is. Little did I know that this sweet, petite, slightly nerdy-looking young lady would turn out to be one of my hottest, wettest, wildest guests ever, and I'd discover exciting aspects of female biology I'd never witnessed before.

At first, Annie just bounced around like a sexual puppy, licking me everywhere and doing it doggystyle with her friend AIN's Steve Nelson. But it wasn't long before we witnessed a rather remarkable aspect of Annie's body. That is, when Steve gently but firmly slapped her clitoris and swollen labia with his penis, she started squirting profusely. Wow! What a splash! I'd never seen a woman emit so much fluid! Steve could only cock-slap for so long, but Annie kept on squirting, like a backyard sprinkler. Then she let me do it. I'd never before made a woman squirt by my own hand! But I had no trouble making Annie squirt, spray, ejaculate and come like the Trevi Fountain over and over again, just by lightly slapping her engorged vulva.. I must admit it was a thrill, and I gave Annie a big hug and kiss for making it so easy for me.. She was ecstatic because, she said, this was only the second time she'd squirted in her life! I wasn't sure what to make of that. But I felt this was indeed a very special occasion. All that squirting made Annie thirsty. She took a long slurp of ice water and spit it out, reminding me of how much squirting is like spitting. Her saliva traveled across the bed like a cruise missile, hitting Steve in just the right spot. Then she went, lickety-spit to lick up her spit, and wound up giving him a very nice blowjob.

That, of course, is another story. I didn't see Annie again until 2004 when she came back to squirt even more voluminously on several shows in succession, including "Bonobos and Missionaries in the Squirting Pussy Rainforest," "Faith-Based Sex," "Dommes & Hollie" and "Future Sex." That last show featured another female ejaculator, Avy Lee Roth (80s rock star David Lee Roth's porn star daughter), who had squirted once on another one of my shows, "Latina Orgasmical" while singing "Girl You Got Me" along with her dad. Squirting is so rock 'n roll.

The Sundahl Method

But the most important session of female ejaculation we've ever had here at the Institute would have to be the long, erotic, highly educational, soaking wet night we call Dr. Suzy's Squirt Salon(s). It was indeed a baptismal sexual revelation. My featured guest was noted FE expert Deborah Sundahl. Deborah stayed over at the Institute for a few days before the show. While she was here, I read her book Female Ejaculation & the G-Spot. One afternoon, I went up to the roof to do my usual yoga exercises, and I brought the book and a little hand mirror with me. There I was all alone with a panoramic view of Los Angeles, a towel, a pussy mirror, and this book on how to squirt. Sometimes I get aroused from just going through various yoga positions, and this was one of those times. I picked up the book and reread the parts with directions on how to squirt.

Learning about sex from books isn't for everybody. But books have always helped me with my own sexuality. I learned how to have my first orgasm from Betty Dodson's Sex for One (then entitled Liberating Masturbation). That afternoon, I learned how to female ejaculate on my own from Deborah's book. Of course, the book is much more detailed than this essay, and I highly recommend it if you're interested in learning to squirt. But here's essentially what I did: First, I urinated downstairs before I went up on the roof. Then I found my private spot, spread out my towel and did about 30 minutes of slow sensuous yoga, breathing deeply, squeezing and releasing my PC muscles, concentrating on the pleasurable feelings in my body in general and my genitalia in particular. Next, I licked my fingers, and stuck my hands in my panties (I didn't feel quite certain enough that I wouldn't be seen to get completely naked. I rubbed my now juicy clitoris until I was very excited but not orgasming. Then, I stuck my index finger inside my vagina, crooking it into the "come hither" position, and rubbed and pressed my G-spot, feeling the ridges on the bump just an inch up from the entrance.

I took my time. I didn't try to ejaculate, didn't really expect to ejaculate. I just focused on the pleasurable feelings in my G-spot. I felt it growing, swelling, enlarging against my finger. As Deborah's book suggested, I let it build and grow bigger and fuller. Every so often, I'd stop and breathe deep, and on the out-breath, I pushed as if I was going to pee, but I didn't pee. I just pushed out my G-Spot, so it was practically outside my labia. Sometimes it felt as if my G-spot was ballooning out on its own.

Deborah cautions against pushing too hard and straining yourself. But I found that pushing out slowly and gently did lead me to squirt. That's right, I had my very first self-propelled female ejaculation experience, with Deborah's book in one hand as my other hand rubbed and pressed my G-spot. I first felt it on my finger, then I pulled out my finger along with a stream of hot flowing ejaculate that wound up soaking my panties, the towel and the book, and seemed to make the police helicopter circling above me screech to a halt in the sky. I sniffed my soaked panties and was pleased to find them smelling very faintly of flowers, certainly not of urine. I floated blissfully on my wet towel under the clouds for who knows how long. Then I ran downstairs to show Deborah who sniffed my panties and squealed with delight. "Congratulations, Suzy, you ejaculated!"

Leila's Tantric Ejaculation

The next night, I held the Squirt Salon(s) with Deborah, Annie and a lovely lady named Leila Swan, whom I dubbed the "Missionary of Squirting," since she hails from an Evangelical Christian background. Leila's father was a preacher who baptized people in the river; now she baptizes her lovers with ejaculate. Leila told the story of how she left her home on a farm, went to Hawaii and got involved in Tantric sex, awakened her ability to ejaculate. It's not surprising that the techniques of Tantra, including deep breathing, PC muscle exercise, extended attention to female pleasure and male self-control, and maximizing a woman's orgasmic potential, would sometimes result in female ejaculation.

After Leila's story, a young lady named Maria called in on the show from the San Fernando Valley and told us that she was a squirter who had never been with another woman, and she could stop fantasizing about that. As Maria masturbated, I wove a story out of the reality of four hot women getting ready to squirt all over each other in her bed. Maria moaned and said she ejaculated. Next Richard called in from West LA, and asked for help in finding the G-spot. At this point, Deborah gave Richard - and the audience - a detailed, very close-up, anatomy lesson in how to find the G-spot, using Leila's beautiful G-Spot as a model. I invited our cameras to go "spelunking" into Leila's vaginal cave. Deborah said that never before had the G-spot been shown in such intimate, close-up detail. Then, she located Annie's G-spot. Finding it was so stimulating that Annie gave Deborah a very wet surprise! Just being a diagram made her squirt!

Then Ken called in from Texas, and told the story of his first-time experience with a woman who ejaculated. He asked what shape penis is best for getting a woman to squirt. Deborah explained that it didn't really matter because even the light touch of a finger can get a girl to ejaculate, as she had just demonstrated with Annie. But Annie and Leila insisted that a curved cock is best for *hitting the spot.* All this talk about cocks and curves got Annie very excited, so she spread out an American flag towel, sat down on it with her legs spread wide, started fingering her G-spot and slapping her clitoris, and before we could say, Tidal wave!" she was squirting up a storm, a flowing Fountain of Venus.. Soon, everyone was covered in ejaculate.

"You want to get fucked really hard," Deborah said to Annie.

"You want to fuck me?" Annie challenged the teacher.

Deborah accepted the challenge and proceeded to use her strong, skilled fingers to give Annie several more astounding ejaculatory orgasms, all the while explaining exactly what she is doing for the benefit of the audience. Then Annie squirted into a glass bowl, and I poured the ejaculate into a champagne flute, which we all passed around, sniffed and even sipped. Everyone agreed that the liquid looked, tasted and smelled nothing like urine. Trying to describe it was difficult though, like explaining fine wine!

To top off her performance, Annie fisted herself! Then she ran off to get her strap-on, and Leila assumed center stage to demonstrate the art and science of female ejaculation with toys, using a curved G-Spot Stimulator Magic Wand and a small vibrating egg.

Leila's ejaculate was not as forceful as Annie's, but just as beautiful, a bit lighter and more delicate in delivery, but almost as profuse. Leila squirts more than a bowlful, and we poured her nectar into another champagne flute, sipped and compared it with Annie's. Then Leila's lover, Big D, entered the scene, showing his sexual mettle by taking a large swig of Leila's ejaculate from the champagne flute and smacking his lips with pleasure. Since Big D was wearing a skirt (well, a kilt), I assumed he wanted someone to lift it. So I did, only to find out just why he is called Big D. Leila proceeded to give him expert, loving fellatio, as Johnny from Hollywood called in, eager to see my G-spot...

I wasn't quite ready for that, so I took a call from Joyce in Iowa. Joyce boasted about her ability to squirt six feet, then proceeded to masturbate quite audibly as Leila rode Big D's big dick, bringing both Joyce and Leila to fantastic squirting orgasms. Then Mike called in from New York with statistical questions like "How much can a woman squirt?" which Deborah tried to answer as best as she could, with a veritable orgy going on around us. As Leila turned and rode Big D reverse-cowgirl style, we took another close-up look at Leila's G-spot. After all that riding and squirting, Leila's G-spot was more than twice the size it was before! It was so big and expressive; it seemed to speak to us. I called it "Pussy Talk," a show within the show.

After a little cartoony Pussy Talk, we went to a deeper level, discussing the profound emotional aspects of the G-spot, the "Gateway to Higher Love." Then it was Deborah turn. She showed her own G-spot to one of my cameras, as Annie and our other camera went out into the studio audience, finding couples and threesomes inspired to make love by all the exhilarating ejaculation action on the bed.

I Squirt with Deborah

Then Deborah offered to helped me find my G-spot. This seemed like a fun idea. I had, of course, found it with my fingers many times, and gotten a glimpse of it in the mirror when I was on the roof. However, I'd never before seen it bigger than life on a television monitor. This would be very cool. But first I had to pee. After all, the Squirt Salon is a pretty long, intimate show with no breaks. So I decided to pee right on camera into a "pee pot" that we keep handy for such occasions. Since I was in the mood for making a statement, I grabbed a photoshopped photo of our President giving me head and stuck it into the pot. Then I "Peed on Bush," releasing a stream of my political frustration along with my golden showers. Annie and Kim also peed on Bush. With this, it was apparent to all that our pee was very different from the ejaculate. It was yellow, smelled strongly of urine and had a noticeably thinner texture than the female ejaculate.

Then it was time for my own G-Spot Revelation. I leaned back against the pillows, opened my legs, breathed deep and pushed out as Deborah stimulated my G-spot with her forefinger. She rubbed my it very slowly, telling me to relax, not an easy thing for me to do while I'm hosting a show. Of course, I had relaxed and ejaculated on the roof the day before. But I'd been alone and had plenty of time. Now I had an audience, including cameras. Of course, I'd done it on the show with Axel several times in the past. But he had really done all the "work." It didn't matter what I did; he just whipped the ejaculate right out of me. According to the Sundahl Method, I am more in control of my own ejaculation. So I had to really relax and feel the pleasure. To accomplish that, I imagined I was at the beach with waves crashing between my thighs. I closed my eyes, trying to forget the cameras and the audience. I breathed deep, and pushed out, feeling the pleasurable sensations of Deborah's finger gently rubbing my most intimate swelling spot, and then the next thing I knew, I was ejaculating ~ twice! What a surprise! I was speechless...for about a minute.

Then I called for champagne, and all the Squirting Stars came together for a giddy, Dionysian celebration, kind of a cross between a women's consciousness-raising group and a drunken orgy. I was on a roll. With Deborah's help, I ejaculated a third time. An erotic "After-Party" followed with masked dancing and more squirting hot sex. With Annie's help, I ejaculated a fourth time. The evening climaxed, fittingly enough, with Big D climaxing, providing a nice reminder that men squirt too! Praise the Lord and the Lady. We are all loving, squirting beings.

Since the night of the Squirt Salon(s), I've drenched many towels in squirting sex with my husband. I've also hosted other wet shows, including Faith-Based Sex, Squirt Crazy, Dommes & Hollie, Spring Showers, and Double-Annie Squirting Anniversary which featured 21-year-old Squirting Star Annie Cruz, as well as our beloved Rainforest Princess Annie Body.

Can You Learn to Squirt?

So, can you learn to squirt? Yes, you can! But will you? To some degree, it's up to you. As with any kind of learning, the first thing you need is motivation. Some, maybe most, women are just not motivated to do this, and that's fine. Female ejaculation is optional. You certainly don't have to ejaculate to be a happy, healthy, orgasmic, sexual woman. Some women aren't interested. Some just don't have the time. When you're worried about where your next meal is coming from, squirting is not at the top of your list of things to do. For some, it's "against their religion," which says only men should wear the pants and do the squirting in the family. Some women think men don't like it. Fact is that some men do; some don't. The ones that do tend to be the kind that really enjoy and seek out women's pleasure, and aren't too fussy about getting soaked with a splash of amrita.

Speaking of which, there are practical issues. Some women don't like sleeping on wet sheets. I confess this to be one of my own problems with squirting regularly. This is one reason why I, like so many women, tend to hold back from ejaculating during sex; then, at a certain point, I tell my lover, "I gotta go pee," then run into the bathroom and squirt into the toilet. Yes, the mess is an issue. Female ejaculate doesn't stain, but it does tend to soak everything within a 1-6 foot radius; just think of spilling a glass of water in bed. You can put a towel down, but a really good squirt soaks right through the towel. Best to do it in the bath, on a nice clean floor, on the roof, or best of all, in a bed you won't be sleeping in that night.

Face it, G-spot female ejaculation is one of those decadent pleasures, like fresh oysters, that require the right circumstances and preparation, as well as post-pleasure clean-up. Is it worth it? Well, aren't fresh oysters worth it, at least occasionally? Yes, they can be bitches to crack open, but if you succeed, you have yourself a real treat. So, isn't reaching a new height in sexual pleasure worth a little effort? I think so. But then, I love fresh oysters. At least, occasionally.

Once you've got the motivation, you might find yourself squirting like a sprinkler system with just a little concentration and some good G-spot rubbing sex. More likely, you'll need some instruction, which you can obtain through books, videos, the personal touch, whatever works for you. Then again, maybe this little essay is enough to get you going, or perhaps you need to read Female Ejaculation and the G-Spot and/or watch the Squirt Salon(s) or another video on the subject. Some of you may need more instruction than others. Some of you may have psychological or physiological *learning disabilities* that plug up your porthole, so to speak. Don't be discouraged. If you really want to squirt, eventually you probably will. Most of us hold it back for myriad reasons, good and bad, crazy and sane, conscious and unconscious. But we can all squirt. Remember: the human body is about 75 per cent H2O. It's just a question of letting a little out.

Yes, indeed, Brothers & Sisters, Lovers & Sinners. Let the holy water shoot forth! Squirt Bombs produce Shock and Awe with Zero Casualties. Squirt for joy! Squirt for peace. Flood the world with pleasure. Cover the earth in cum. At least, occasionally...

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Susan Marilyn Block, Ph.D. is founder and director of the Dr. Susan Block Institute for the Erotic Arts & Sciences. A world-renowned sexologist and best-selling author, her latest book, The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure, has garnered critical acclaim from a variety of media outlets and celebrities, from politicians to porn stars, with over 40 five-star Amazon reviews. A magna cum laude graduate of Yale University "with distinction" in Theater Studies, she received her master's and doctorate in psychology from California Miramar University and an honorary doctorate from the Institute for the Advanced Study of Human Sexuality.

Many of her fans know “Dr. Suzy” from her #1 Nielsen-rated HBO specials, Radio Sex TV with Dr. Susan Block, as well as her popular, often rerun episodes of the classic HBO series Real Sex and Cathouse, which have made her a  familiar face on HBO's late-night programming. She has made numerous guest appearances on many other radio and TV shows, including The Doctors, Oprah, MTV, Nightline, Today, NY Post Video, MEL and many more.  Every Saturday night, she hosts The Dr. Susan Block Show, called the "Best of LA's Phone-In Shows" by The LA Weekly and "the greatest sexuality show on earth" by her fans. Talking about all aspects of sex, relationships, politics and culture, she interviews a wide variety of guests, from professors to porn stars, authors to icons, broadcasting live every Saturday night from her "Womb Room" studio in "Bonoboville" (both a real place in West LA and a social media site).

One of the top contributors to the Wiley-Blackwell International Encyclopedia of Human Sexuality, Dr. Block has written definitive articles on cuckolding, fetish, spanking, phone sex and striptease. She also wrote the foreword for the acclaimed collection, Ecosexuality: When Nature Inspires the Arts of Love. Her first book,  Advertising for Love (Morrow), a popularization of her master’s thesis, forecast the current online dating explosion. Her second book, Being a Woman (Random House) which she co-wrote with pioneer radio psychologist Dr. Toni Grant, became a NY Times bestseller. Her third book, The 10 Commandments of Pleasure (St. Martin's), has been published in 15 countries and is now in its third English-language printing. She is quoted in The Bonobo & the Atheist by Dr. Frans de Waal,  and she is a contributor to to The Live Art Almanac Volume 4 for her Eulogy for Frank Moore, Serpents in the Garden: Liaisons with Culture and Sex, an anthology by Counterpunch, for which she has contributed many articles over the last decade and a half.

Dr. Block has presented the Bonobo Way in the form of talks and seminars at various symposia and university settings, locally and abroad. At the University of Puerto Rico, Mayagüez, she delivered the keynote address to the world’s first Ecosexuality Symposium at an academic institution. At UC Berkeley, she presented The Bonobo Way of Nonmonogamy at the 5th Conference on Monogamy & Nonmonogamy. She gave a talk on the Bonobo Way of Inclusivity at AASECT, the American Association of Sex Educators, Counselors & Therapists. She presented The Bonobo Way of FemDom Power at DomCon LA 2016; and she was invited back as a "Guest of Honor" to deliver “FemDoms of the Wild: The Bonobo Way of Female Empowerment” at DomCon 2017. Dr. Block has been a visiting lecturer in the Human Sexuality Department at the University of Southern California (USC) and University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA), as well as at her alma mater Yale University for Sex Week at Yale and other events for a couple of decades. Always a fascinating speaker on multiple subjects related to sexuality, she has addressed a variety of groups from YPO (Young Presidents’ Organization) to LSO (Lifestyles Organization) on sex, love, pleasure, relationships, feminism, culture and the Bonobo Way. On September 23rd, 2017, she will present The Bonobo Way of Great Sex at AdultCon.

Married over 25 years, Dr. Block collaborates with her husband and "prime mate," Pr. Maximillian R. Lobkowicz, pre-Internet "reader-written" publishing pioneer (including The LA Star, Love Magazine, Hate, Finger, God (or "G"), Meetings with Remarkable People, The Brentwood Bla Bla and Beverly Hills, The Magazine), on all her projects. Pr. Lobkowicz's First Amendment work has been instrumental in turning over the magazine rack and criminal liable statutes in California. Together, Block and Lobkowicz operate Block Studios, aka Bonoboville, an 8,000 square-foot facility in West LA that contains radio, television and Internet broadcast and recording studios, Dr. Susan Block Institute offices, “Dr. Suzy's Speakeasy" bar, the Garden of Bonoboville and the Bonoboville Gallery of Erotic Art.

A professional member of the American Association of Sexuality Educators, Counselors and Therapists (AASECT) and the Society for the Scientific Study of Sexuality (SSSS), Dr. Block utilizes both conventional and unorthodox methods of therapy in her practice. She takes a three-pronged approach to most treatment, involving 1) analysis, 2) technique and 3) adventure. Based upon her work with clients, guests, artists, staff and others over the past two decades, Dr. Block has developed the "erotic theater therapy" system, practiced both in her brick and mortar studio and via the telephone, webcam and other private communications media. From her West LA campus, she and her staff of therapists, artists and technologists produce sex-educational and entertainment media and provide therapy to an international clientele from nearly every country on the planet.

"Dr. Block is one of the nation's leading sexologists, and a very bright and funny woman to boot," writes Robert Scheer in The LA Times.

Penthouse calls her a “genius when it comes to sexual matters.”

“Dr. Block’s cult status is enormous,” writes Lucy Broadbent in Cosmopolitan. I love The Dr. Susan Block Show," writes Thomas S. Roche in Eros-Zine. “Block's shows are a saucy mélange of education and titillation, featuring not only what you might expect from a Sex Doctor -- sex advice, anatomical information, educational content -- but some things you might not -- a history lesson here, a masturbation session there, and plenty of porn stars frolicking amid Block's own brand of political discussion and spiritual celebration. I had the pleasure to enjoy two episodes of this excellent show, and it's safe to say that neither one is quite like anything I'd ever seen before... Block's enthusiasm for her topic is beyond infectious, and it's almost impossible to watch the show without enjoying her celebratory attitude."

"Dr. Suzy is no ordinary doc,” writes Dr. Carol Queen in Spectator. “I was struck by the combination of cool aplomb and sexy compassion with which she handles her callers... Unlike the great majority of degreed professionals who know something about sex, she refuses to de-eroticize herself to get respect. She refuses to follow in the footsteps of the likes of the unfuckable Dr. Ruth, and this may not get her invited to some conferences, but she knows where her real respect comes from - her listeners and viewers, many of whom call her over and over and whose stories, problems and sexual fantasies she knows so well."

Chosen as one of "America's Greatest Thinkers" (twice) by the Great American Think-Off, praised for her "prescient financial advice" by the Wall Street Journal, dubbed "the Erin Brockovich of the Bonobo" by Salon and "an ecosexual visionary" by Dr. Annie Sprinkle, Dr. Block is a renowned advocate of the highly endangered bonobo chimpanzees, using their very sexual, non-violent and gender-egalitarian "lifestyle" as inspiration for her philosophy of “ethical hedonism.” Her system of “Bonobo Liberation Therapy,” her educational Block Bonobo Foundation, her Bonoboville community site, and her acclaimed manifesto The Bonobo Way are pillars of revolutionary advocacy.

Her sex educational film Dr. Suzy's Squirt Salons, an instructional video bringing the mysteries of female ejaculation into the grateful grasp of thousands, was featured in the Cinekink and Barcelona Erotic Film Festivals, and her music video Blonde Island: Funk Me was in the LA Erotica Film Festival. She is currently co-producing Speakeasy, a documentary about her institute, with award-winning filmmaker Canaan Brumley (Ears Open, Eyeballs Click), San Diego Filmmaker of the Year and First Prize winner at the Marseille Film Festival. Dr. Block is a member of the Academy of Television Arts & Sciences (documentary division) and The LA Press Club.

She has also lent her expert knowledge of the human sexual condition to community service and the cause of justice, having served as a consultant to the LA Public Defenders Office (Sex Crimes Division) and private attorneys. Her columns on sex, health, politics and culture are published in various print and online magazines from Counterpunch to Perfect 10 (as well as appearing in her own online Journal), and are touted as "among the most readable to come out of LA" by Steve Mikulan in The LA Weekly.

But she'll never quit her day job as a sex therapist in private practice, serving clients all over the globe, from Southern California to Saudi Arabia. And don't worry, when you call her for telephone sex therapy, you are not on her show, nor are you being recorded in any way (unless you specifically request that). Everything is private, discreet and absolutely confidential.  As a private client, you will receive Dr. Block’s total undivided attention, and you can talk with her about absolutely anything. For some topic ideas, see What Can We Talk About?

"Dr. Susan Block is America's hottest sex therapist," writes Jan Birks in Forum, "dispensing wisdom from her boudoir and taking the bonobo chimps as her model for the perfect sexual philosophy.”

For more information or to speak with Dr. Block personally, please call 310-568-0066.

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