Google the Words ‘Mystery’ and ‘Female Sexuality’ and you get hundreds if not thousands of posts on the net. These posts range from BBC documentary style investigative programs, to sexual heath experts, to a nice Australian bloke who made his own videos and diagrams about women’s genitals, and advises on how to ‘aim your penis’ toward a woman’s G-spot while copulating. I love that man. He’s on the right track. He has lots to say about why women like to be on top, too. Truth is, female sexual desire is a mystery and deserves a list of descriptive words: enigma, elusive, evasive, unpredictable, hidden. My first ideas abut sex came from Hollywood films where I witnessed countless women ‘dying’ at the thrusts of a man, their faces twisted in pain, while simultaneously reaching orgasm with their mate. Something was being done to them, I knew that. I wasn’t sure what it was, though. Were they were being stabbed from below, up and into the chest area? I remember seeing Kim Basinger and Alec Baldwin in a tryst, under a water fall, having it away, both of them reaching orgasm together. I was mesmerised. I was about fifteen. Astonished, I had all that to come. I couldn’t wait.