Comments on: Bad is Good

By: Library Vixen

Library Vixen — Wed, 27 May 2009 03:42:31 +0000

Jack,
What a wonderful summer sexual story, thanks for sharing, I loved it, almost there in that swing.

xoxo,
vix

By: Library Vixen

Library Vixen — Wed, 27 May 2009 03:29:24 +0000

Thanks everyone so much for the comments and read, you have all made me very wet.
It is non-fiction. This is how it happened. While I do write much fiction, I always state as so.

By: NN

NN — Wed, 27 May 2009 02:48:01 +0000

Oops. I think I read it as non-fiction the first time. At any rate it is poignant and captivating and I love the remote control detail.

By: Jack Tyler

Jack Tyler — Sun, 24 May 2009 22:56:22 +0000

Change the genders and this could have been my story. Well, except for the phone sex; instead, the neighbor girl and I would sit on a glider swing in the back yard on summer evenings when the world was passing through shade into night and describe our bodies to each other and tell each other how we touched them. It was especially exciting because we knew that a few hundred feet away, our lawfully coupled parents were moving about their proper livings rooms basked in amberish tungsten light while we sat in the deepening indigo of the yard fucking each other’s psyches. Once my mother commented on how pleased she was that the two of us could carry on such earnest and mature conversations. “You’re both becoming young adults,” she said.

It was also exciting because the effect we were having on each other was so evident. Whenever we had our young adult conversations, we found that we had to separate for a while before returning to our houses so that the obvious signs of excitement could die down–this for her even more for me because her flushed face and breaking voice were much more visible betrayers than my erection and the occasional damp spot by my fly. We would demurely say goodbye to each other at the swing and she would go off to put out fresh water and food for her dog, giving her time to compose herself before going indoors. It didn’t always work, she once told me. Sometimes she had to avoid her parents by heading straight for the shower in their basement, which had been finished out to allow her and her sisters to have a television and play room of their own. (It was in that basement, a few years before it was converted, that I first saw a photograph of a woman’s breasts on a desktop Playboy calender: “Eileen Somers, Miss July, your negligee enchants the eye….”) I could always regather my composure by fooling about in the garage for a while.

Our conversations were exciting not only because they were forbidden, although that was an attraction. But when she told me how she felt when she touched her self, and how her body felt to her hands, and how it could make her come thinking of me coming thinking of her, it was all pure truth. And she knew the same about the things I told her. I have never had another sexual relationship (and this was a sexual relationship, even though we never really even touched each other) that was so breathtakingly honest. And I have never had one that could make me come so hard and so often and with such shuddering abandon. We were being very, very bad. And we knew it and loved it. And it was good.

By: Jim

Jim — Sat, 23 May 2009 14:21:32 +0000

As always, I find the writing by vixen mesmerizing.

By: Bob

Bob — Fri, 22 May 2009 18:12:27 +0000

Is this supposed to be non-fiction?

By: NN

NN — Fri, 22 May 2009 15:49:24 +0000

This was really good to read. I have always loved to masturbate, but when I was young especially I thought I was sort of weird for liking it so much. It seemed that it was always represented to me as something that boys did, but not so much girls.

Also, what really struck me is that I used to use the remote control too! It was my second non-finger masturbation tool. (The first being the jets in a jacuzzi.)

By: Guy New York

Guy New York — Fri, 22 May 2009 15:42:09 +0000

I can relate to much of this, even as a boy growing up in the suburbs. There was a sense that it was “ok for boys” but I still felt the guilt; the thought that maybe I thought about it just a bit too much.

Under it all is that little fear that if I get rid of the guilt I may get rid of the hot as well. The older I get though, the less it seems to bother me.

Thanks for sharing and inspiring.

By: Dick Fitzwell

Dick Fitzwell — Fri, 22 May 2009 15:00:27 +0000

Bad will always be bad, but Vixen is good. Really good!

By: txvisionary

txvisionary — Fri, 22 May 2009 06:50:37 +0000

its good that you’re starting to fully explore the depths of your sexual cravings, nothing wrong with being dirty, nasty, and ready…

just have to know what we are truly desiring