She just needs a good *&%$ that's all

The results of a recent study were published this month in The Journal of Sexual Medicine. Sexologists found that a woman's gait may be associated with her orgasmic ability.

There are so many things to consider in those first two sentences. Let's break 'em on down, shall we?

1. There is an entire scientific journal that reports (monthly!) on Sexual Medicine. There's a world of reporting beyond our "Increase your member, pleasure nightly!" SPAM.

2. Perhaps our guidance counselors could have held our hormone crazed teenaged attentions if they'd said, "Or, if you don't want to be a teacher, you could study to be a Sexologist".

3. It takes ability for a woman to have an orgasm, but not her PARTNER'S ability, nope, it's hers.

So, a few scientists round up some ladies and ask them a few questions about their sexual activity. Then they film them walking in public from a distance. Then they give the walking footage to some sexologists and have them ascertain which ladies have been vaginally orgasmic and which ones aren't.

Vaginally orgasmic means penetration, more women than we realize are unable to reach orgasm through purely vaginal penetration. Many women prefer clitoral stimulation. I'm no sexologist, but I'm sure there's at least ONE lady that'll back me up here.

Here's the original study.

Here's an excerpt:

"The results showed that the appropriately trained sexologists were able to correctly infer vaginal orgasm through watching the way women walked over 80% of the time. Further analysis revealed that the sum of stride length and vertebral rotation was greater for the vaginally orgasmic women."

So, if you're walkin' tall, it might just be 'cause your gettin' banged proper like, much like our lady friend above. She's got a nice open gait.

(Just a note, I question the scientific merit of this study, they only studied 16 women. But, I thought it was blog worthy.)

What are your thoughts?

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