Ah, the long held Victorian (and rather very very Pre-Victorian) notions about female sexuality.
The conversation between doctors, behaviorists, researchers sexologists et all has been changing for decades but the answers to these questions still remain elusive. For example, the G-spot has yet to be scientifically proven. I can say if there is supposed to be a G-spot in these sugar walls, I do not posses it. However kiss/bit the nape of my neck and I am likely to be reduced to quivering girl goo willing to do anything I'm bidden. So I've got that going for me.
I think old assumptions on female sexuality were made based on our reproductive differences, the assumption that we're naturally more monogamous because we seek security within a relationship to provide for offspring, we don't crave sex as often because we are not able to reproduce at the dizzying rate at which men are capable and other statements that are perhaps nothing more than mythologies at this point but notable for how many people still believe and regurgitate such notions.
If one looks at female sexuality away from the reproductive sphere and the monogamy associated with secure child rearing than one might discover women are much more sexually nuanced than ever understood.
I can tell you that none of the above ever applied to me, though I was raised to believe it. But my sexuality is not a straight arrow, meaning that it does not follow the same path from day to day, person to person, or year to year. As of recently, my desires have been extraordinarily ravenous, dare I say completely insatiable, but I'm not particularly base in my proclivities. Ok, a little base for sure, and I may be more or less base next year. There are subtleties and changes to my sexuality that even I don't understand.
One thing for certain, I do like a good healthy vigorous athletic screaming rogering on the daily.