It's with relief that I share the news with those who are still searching, that the G-spot
in fact doesn't exist.

This is definitive: a study of 1800 women so there shouldn't be any argument *:

www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/6925836/G-spot-may-not-exist-say-s...

We've been peeing our beds on a fairly regular basis after all! What a hoot! And what a miracle
my bedroom doesn't have the faintest scent of the rank outhouse it apparently is.
Not only pissing off our partners occasionally, but urinating on them too for good measure. Aah
well, he probably deserved it.

So, mom: your potty training was a failure. The little mouse you said lived in the crack in the floor beside
the toilet never did leave me any presents and I got tired of waiting.

Life is busy enough without adding some finicky dexterous moves to the to-do list, anyways. However...

If you happen to find yourself with two fingers inside an aroused, wet vagina: curl towards the belly in 
a 'come here' stroke.

That firm spongy bit that begs for pressure all over is a figment of your imagination. Keep stroking.
Marvel at the clear liquid that streams or ejaculates out, and enjoy the sense of superiority as you defy
science.

* The women (Twins for some reason. Double the pleasure? The perverts.) were ASKED if they had a G-spot. Uh, living in a man's world; most of us are brought up to be ignorant of our sexy bits so this was one 'assignment' that should have been eaten by the family monster.