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Female Ejaculation and the G-Spot
Deborah Sundahl
Hunter House Press (2003)

If G-Spot Female Ejaculation is one of the Great Sexual Wonders of the World, then Deborah Sundahl is Wonder Woman. In her book, Female Ejaculation and the G-Spot, she invites all women and their lovers to enjoy this once esoteric phenomenon that is just now flooding the world with pleasure.

Ladies: Uncork your champagne! Gentlemen: Get ready to get wet!

Called by a variety of names, from the poetic to the worshipful to the silly to the crass, “Female Ejaculation” is variously called the Nectar of Aphrodite, the Fountain of Venus and the Champagne of Sex. I call it the Geyser of Love, a sparkly spritz of pussy perfume, a waterfall of womanhood, a broken fire hydrant, a vaginal hurricane, a rainforest treat, a baptismal sexual revelation. Yes indeed, it’s Holy Water, Brothers and Sisters, and it’s good for the soul, not to mention the skin.

Squirting! Spurting! Spraying! Splashing. Gushing…. Female Ejaculation is carnal proof that a woman’s ability to hit her lover right between the eyes with her orgasmic juice is equal to that of a man. Often, female ejaculation is even more profuse and forceful than the male variety. Thus, its importance is not only erotic, but political, as it is tangible–not to mention tasty–evidence of female sexual power.

Yes, indeed, Sisters: One political message of female ejaculation is: lay down your arms, pull off your panties and shoot the gun between your legs! And while you’re at it, you could try getting your man to lay down his arms by baptizing him in the healing holy waters of your liquid love. Hey, couldn’t hurt to try. That means you, Sister Laura Dubya B. On second thought, you could just piss on George.

Speaking of urine, of course, that’s what the naysayers say this is. Over the years, the subject of G-spot female ejaculation has stimulated a thunderstorm of debate among sex researchers, doctors, sex educators and porn stars. Detractors insist that there is no G-Spot, that women who squirt 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, Brothers and Sisters, this is the science of sex. We’re still waiting for a detailed chemical analysis by a chemical lab (and I hereby offer my studio as a place for any reputable chemist to gather specimens). But in the meantime, we’re not holding back the floodgates. Those of us who “believe” in squirting believe it because we can see it, we can smell it (and it doesn’t smell like pee!), we can taste it, and we can feel it. And it feels good. Yes, it does.

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

Throughout history, prominent scientists and philosophers have reported experiencing the forceful release of fluids from the vagina during sex. 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.

The first modern description of female ejaculation came from a 17th century physician from the Netherlands (just going to show that the Dutch have been open-minded about sex for a long time). Dr. Regnier DeGraaf wrote about the urethra being pierced by large ducts through which fluids are discharged, “occasionally in large quantities.” Sounds like Mrs. DeGraaf must have been soaking the sheets.

In 1950, a German obstetrician, Dr. Ernest Grafenberg, found a spot within the vagina which he soon named after himself: the G-spot. He discovered 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.” Sounds like Mrs. G was a gusher And if it wasn’t Mrs. G–well, I won’t go there.

Now we have another important pioneer upon the slippery path of G-spot female ejaculation: Deborah Sundahl, whose discovery of her own ejaculate in a puddle on the floor led her on a wild, soaking wet journey into the center of an orgasmic storm.

Deborah is the master, not just of the physical side (though she’s quite a long distance squirter herself), but of understanding and explaining how G-spot female ejaculation works in terms of the body, the mind and the soul.
In fact, I first heard the term “G-spot female ejaculation” from Deborah herself 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.

Now it seems like everybody’s squirting, or trying to squirt, or trying to get their lover to squirt, or asking about how to do it. And Deborah is the Godmother of the Squirting Mafia, the Go-To-Gal of the 21st Century Explosion in Female Ejaculation.

Over the years, she’s produced three videos on the subject. And now, finally, she has written a book. Though it goes into some of the history and mythology of female ejaculation, it is primarily a “how to” book, and in this respect, I must give Female Ejaculation & the G-Spot a resounding and very personal endorsement. What I mean is, it works!

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). Now I’ve learned how to squirt from Deborah’s book. I must admit that hosting a “Squirt Salon” with her on my show also helped, and so does having a husband who adores it. But it was the book that got me started.

I should also confess that I’d ejaculated before, but only with literal hands-on help from another expert and friend, Axel (The G-Man) Braun. Never had I done it on my own, at least not voluntarily. Deborah’s book taught me how to do to that; that is, how to make myself squirt. 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, soaked my panties and the towel I was sitting on, and seemed to make the police helicopter circling above me screech to a halt in the sky.

Since then, I’ve been able to squirt voluntarily during sex, and even on the show. During our Squirt Salon, I soaked the cameraman. So did my other guests, Squirting Stars Annie Body and Leila Swan.

If you’re also the type that learns sexual techniques from reading instructions and ogling diagrams, and if you really want to learn to squirt or if you want to help your female lover to squirt, Deborah Sundahl’s Female Ejaculation and the G-Spot is the book for you (if you prefer videos, you might want to check out our Squirt Salon). I believe that any woman who really wants to squirt can do it. But just because it’s “natural” doesn’t mean every woman can do it without help. Just as many women, like me, need to learn how to have an orgasm, most of us need to learn how to ejaculate. And guys who are interested need to learn how to help.

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. You don’t have to ejaculate to be a very happy, orgasmic, sexual woman. Some women don’t have time, of course. 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.

Speaking of which, there are practical issues. Some women just don’t like sleeping on wet sheets. I confess this to be one of my own problems with squirting regularly. 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. Maybe this little article is enough to get you going, or perhaps you need to read Female Ejaculation & the G-Spot and/or watch a video on the subject. Some of you may need more instruction than others. Some of you may have pyschological or physiological *learning disabilities* that plug up your porthole, so to speak. Don’t be discouraged. If you really want to squirt, eventually you will. Every woman can. 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. Squirt for joy! Squirt for peace. Flood the world with pleasure. Cover the earth in cum. At least, occasionally.

Dr. SUSAN BLOCK is a sex educator, cultural commentator, host of The Dr. SUSAN BLOCK Show and author of The 10 Commandments of Pleasure. Visit her website at

Send all hate mail, love letters, commentary, questions and confessions to her at

Susan Block, Ph.D., a.k.a. “Dr. Suzy,” is an internationally renowned LA sex therapist and author, occasionally seen on HBO and other channels. Her newest book is The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure. Visit her at For speaking engagements, call 310-568-0066. Email your comments to her at and you will get a reply.

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