Queefing- Unraveling the Mysteries of the Love Puff

Black and white photo of a woman in shock.  She has her hands on her cheeks, mouth open, and eyes wide.  Queefs are shocking!

A queef is described as the expulsion of air through the vagina, or as vaginal flatulence, although it is not actually gas. And unless you have an odor anyways, there is no reason your kitty cough should have a smell.

I can’t say all, but most of us with a vagina have experienced a cunt grunt at some point in our lives, and in many cases frequently. This is exceptionally common while having sex. I find that it occurs more often during position changes, or if I’m extra lubricated.

Queefing is mortifying to many vagina owners and there is really no exceptional reason as to why we should experience any form of shame or embarrassment. It’s natural. It’s a common occurrence. And it should not be a big deal.

I’ve even had one partner that was turned on by queefing and would intentionally attempt to make my cootchie clap. Everyone has their own thing! And that’s okay.

In preparation for this topic I called, messaged, and cornered some of the men in my life to ask for the male perspective on vagulence. Most were a little taken aback, but definitely not surprised, as I’ve been known to be an over-sharer. 🙂

How do you feel about your sexual partner queefing during sex?

The most common response was that if the woman did, they knew they were doing their job right. I got several of these answers, worded differently, but definitely maintaining the same mentality.

They viewed it as a not so silent validation on their performance. Apparently, pounding it right is the male objective, and who doesn’t like a little confirmation?

I had a few who stated that it wasn’t a big deal. It’s just something that happens, and they choose to ignore said pussy thunder.

One said they found it humorous, but definitely not gross. Although, they admitted not laughing is a hard feat.

And one lone man said that it could be a distraction, but not enough to stop. And no, they weren’t disgusted.

Feeling self-conscious about a flappuccino in the bedroom would be the equivalent of judging a man for his pre-ejaculate or getting a charlie horse in the middle of intercourse. Shit just happens and there is no reason to get your panties in a bunch.

So, babe, if you beaver barks while you’re playing in the dark, don’t sweat it and choose to enjoy yourself instead. Because sex is fun, and if it’s not, you’re doing it wrong.

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