Fun facts about clitorises for everyone to enjoy - men and women

Good. Maybe they will learn something about their body.

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Just an observation...it would be real easy to assume it's okay for your young daughters to go around having potty mouths and say "fuck" whenever they want.

this is far less 'crappy' than any of the other stuff on this site....wtf is wrong with you? letting your YOUNG DAUGHTERS read this site anyways???

holy shit what a tard.

indeed, both of these points occurred to me as well.

my mom left 'the joy of sex' where i could find it when i was a kid...the only thing wrong with sex and our bodies is the people who are so afraid of their own. i'm having flashbacks to the dark ages, LOL!!!!

You just figuring this out? damn

Fact 11:

Muslims destroy this amazing organ routinely as a way of subjugating, controlling and oppressing women.

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Correct, however a men can have multiple "non-ejaculatory" orgasm's or ones of length with practice.

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Shouldn't this topic be posted on a smut site? Nobody else cares. I'm not sure why the Canadians keep trying to get more responses than it already got.

Wait, so I'm nibblin on a teenie peenie? EEEEWWW!!

5* for the man in the boat!

But I really didn't have to read instructions on how to play with that thing (of a sex partner; I'm a guy), somehow it came naturally. I know they say it doesn't but maybe it does ...

they cum in many shapes and sizes

It’s ten o’clock. Do you know where your clitoris is? Of course you do, you’re a modern girl. You know what it is, what it does, and that it rhymes with glitterous, not Dolores. If you’re an exceptionally modern girl, you own a custom-designed silicone vibrator with an attachment dedicated to giving it a buzz. But do you *really* know its co-ordinates, or precisely how big it is? This is not an idle question designed to provoke a winner-takes-all Sermerssuaq-inspired clit-baring contest, it’s a legitimate avenue of scientific enquiry, and one with a surprising answer.

If, like me, you’re used to thinking of your clitoris as simply the handy joy-buzzer doorbell of your sumptuously appointed love-shack, it’s time to think again. Ground-breaking research by an intrepid Australian doctor offers a new picture of women down under that is both startling and thrilling.

According to urologist Dr Helen O’Connell, the “little hill” (that’s what “clitoris” means in Greek) is merely the visible summit of a whole submerged apparatus of throbbing pleasure embedded in, around and behind the mons veneris. Imagine: your clitoris is not just a cute little pearl in your oyster; it’s more like that giant clam that half-devoured the Boy Wonder in one of the more memorable episodes of Batman. Kapow!

Dr O’Connell’s journey to the bottom of the C started with a straightforward feminist question about medical research and urological surgery. The thing about operating on the pelvic area is that it involves tricky manoeuvering so as to not sever crucial nerves and thus cause local power outages. For men, impotence used to be a common side-effect; but now, thanks to careful research, they are far less likely to wake up from a waterworks operation and find that their penis has stopped working.

Strangely, though, no-one had thought to ask *women* whether pelvic surgery affected their ability to have orgasms, nor wondered how to make surgery safer for women’s sex lives. O’Connell and her fellow researchers redressed this silence by producing the world’s first accurate outline of the female orgasmic nerve center. Their hard work, based on dissections of younger and healthier women than the usual elderly cadavers, and highly detailed color photography of what they found, led to the most comprehensive map ever made of the whole shebang. It turns out that the nub of pleasure that most of us think of when we say “clitoris” is only the tip of the iceberg. Iceberg be damned, it’s a highly active undersea volcano.

You see, the previously unmapped 90% of the clitoris makes it much, much more than a miniaturized dick. Have a look at the top joint of your thumb (very lucky women can borrow a big male thumb). That’s how long the front bit of your clitoris is, but you can only see the tippy-top part that sticks out (more at some times than others). The rest extends up and back into your lower pelvis, where it connects with a pyramid of erectile tissue which extends up to three inches in each direction, and includes two clitoral bulbs at each side of the vagina.

Cup your hands comfortably over your groin and make a triangle with your thumbs and forefingers. There, you’re holding your gigantic clitoris in your hands. Basically, you’re packing it, girl. Is that an erectile pyramid in your trousers or are you just pleased to see me?

There’s no excuse now for a tentative lover not being able to find your clitoris – it’s not hiding, it’s all over the damn place. What sexpert Susie Bright has dubbed the “erotic command center” is now revealed to be a whacking great internal control tower, in charge of launching *and* landing all those circling orgasms.

This news also puts a welcome end to the rather pointless debate about vaginal versus clitoral orgasm. Say goodbye to the “versus” in that sentence. As Dr O’Connell explained to an Australian news network: given that the clitoral system wraps itself around the entire vagina, that whole argument is really barking up the wrong tree. To which I say, “Woof!” An orgasm is an orgasm is an orgasm, as Gertrude Stein no doubt said to Alice on occasion.

Now you know why your entire lower half throbs like a Harley Hog when you get horny. Suddenly size does matter. But since most of it’s hidden from the naked eye, you’ve got to speak up. Tell all your girlfriends how big yours is, which is also how big theirs is. Smile whenever a guy mentions a measurement in linear inches, and remind him that the cubic volume of a pyramid is, well, quite a lot really.

Next time you read raunchy old Tom Robbins describing a clitoris as buzzing like a bumble bee trapped in a pool of honey, smirk and say “More like the queen bee *and* the whole damn hive, baby.” And maybe now we can get somewhere on the question of female ejaculation, that mysterious phenomenon many have believed to be a porn film hit or myth affair until their personal epiphany of a particularly torrid night involving several bath towels.

So it’s no wonder a decent orgasm can shake you off the bed (table, washing machine, car hood, whatever): that little perky flesh-coloured tic-tac you’ve got there is the ignition button for a great big shiny fuck-off 1100 cc motorbike engine. Well, what are you waiting for? Rev it up! Burn some rubber! Go out and test-drive your giant clitoris now. Me, I’m off to purchase an XXL thong for mine… fox-fur, I think, would be perfect.

I think clitoris is just a conspiracy theory.

Had a friend in high school named Clint. We called him Clintoris.

i used to know a guy named clint in school & we called him cunt

I am the clit commander.