Good Vibrations Magazine

“I want a place of my own,” Virginia sighed. She leaned her head back to rest on the pile of pillows on the display bed.
“You have a place, Gin,” Justin reminded her as he flopped down beside her.
Virginia rolled her eyes. “I’ve got a shitty basement apartment which I share with a roommate who smells [...]

My good friend Brianna asked me to write an essay concerning the positive aspects of the Great Recession. When I say aspects, plural, Brianna really only means aspect, singular.
And what is this singular positive aspect of our Great Recession? The Dong Perch.
To quote Brianna, “Cause there’s no work it can be the middle of the [...]

My knees sank into the mud, but I had long forgotten about the rain. I could only focus on the cock in my mouth, the way I had to lean my head back to take it all inside. His hand was around my neck, the other twined in my hair, pushing himself deeper. Everything was [...]

Harbin Hot Springs is one of the most wonderful places in the world. You jump from the really hot pool to the really cold pool and back again until your body turns to rubber and slides into the warm pool and its like the earth is giving you a hug.
And of course there are all [...]

How hard was it?

All he’d had to do was call her, just like he’d said he would. He’d been the one to ask her out, after all.

He could have e-mailed; she had three accounts. Or there was texting. How hard was it these days to get a message to someone that you couldn’t make a dinner date?

I must confess to a deception. Not one of gravity but a deceit none-the-less. I am not the true author of these essays.
Though I wish I could claim the sheer audacity of thought, the words you have been enjoying have been those of one John Thursday. You will find his picture [...]

And so am I what they call a “cougar,” the young Mitch wants to know? And I can only smile. Mitch thinks he’s cool, thinks he’s tough, thinks he’s “on to me” in all his 25-year-old wisdom. And it’s true, he is a little older than the many of the ones I’ve often gone after. But he’s not the oldest I’ve tackled — not by far. Because while yes, I certainly am what they call a “cougar,” I’ve done my share of men my age too. And older. Because more often then not, I like to take whatever cock comes my way. Fortunately for me, plenty of it keeps seeming to.

I would like to share a story with you all told to me by my good friend Mr. Ping.
His name is actually just Ping but one stoned night in college we added the Mr. thinking it made him sound like a James Bond villain. Mr. Ping is the first-born son in his [...]

Kali was a cock-tease.
Her female friends at Wilbury College would have done anything to avoid the epithet, but Kali didn’t mind it. In fact, she embraced the label. She loved the sense of power it gave her, loved being in control. Truth be told, teasing cock also made her horny as [...]

They’re out there, shirt cockers.
I don’t know if it’s a Burning Man phenomenon. Perhaps it has gone global. But for one week a year Black Rock Desert is most assuredly the shirt cocking capital of the world.
What is shirt cocking? Ah, you lucky uninitiated, to know not the likes of shirt cocking. To have never [...]

Although my association with Ms. Darling has been relatively brief, I am confident that I can provide both a useful and a satisfying account of her abilities, habits, and general sexual performance. Although I regret the prospect of losing her, I am pleased that she enjoys the possibility of a position even more rewarding that the one she has held with me.

How fondly I recall my ménage a trois’: the quiet conspiracy, the jealous glances, Dusty Springfield on the stereo.

Yet, I have never had a ménage a trois, for ménage a trois’ have been rechristened. One night, when no one was looking, they became three-ways.

Some fool stole a hyphen, added a number and voila, a house of three became a conference call, romance became business.

It may seem like a small thing, but for such a physical pleasure, our sexual delights are all about language.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. “Yes,” she answered. He moved his face toward hers and, with a second of teasing hesitation, hovered over her lips. Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue pressing into her with urgency. He pulled her left leg up around his waist, bringing his erection hard against her so she almost lost her balance. Before she could recover, his hands were reaching up the back of her thighs under her jean skirt, pushing under her panties to cup her on both sides, pulling her toward him.

Beside the reservoir that is next to the ocean in Newport Rhode Island there is a house. There is nothing exceptional about this house. But every Christmas season it becomes a destination for parents and their children. Standing on the beach you can see its lights burning bright.

An interview with Syd Blakovich, star of Pink & White Production’s explicit love story CHAMPION…”some might say that it is problematic to use porn as a platform for social awareness, but I firmly back Shine’s vision and belief that is is essential for queer, females of color to seize the power of image making, especially when it is about our bodies.

This is a short piece. It’s a rant of sorts. I’m going to be a bit of a hater.
If you are the kind of person who prefers to think the best of others may I suggest you go read something else, the cover story in People perhaps, or 7 Roads to Happiness by the Happy [...]

I’d been going out with Matt for about three months. I’ve always found monogamy a bit of a challenge but when it came to satisfying my sexual needs Matt was doing pretty well. We’d met at a Salsa class – I love dancing – and we just kind of clicked the first time [...]

Thanksgiving has a great deal in common with crying in bed.
I am actually thinking of the origins of our Thanksgiving tale, those silly Pilgrims, that barren New England soil, frigid winter, and the kind Wampanoags who came to share, much to their later chagrin.
To be more specific than crying in bed I am thinking of [...]

It’s a snowy evening; big, soft flakes coming down. A fire is in the fireplace. It’s cozy and warm. Supper is finished; my partner is working on yet another business project. I’m sitting in my Grandma’s rocker, reading a book, and feeling the comfort that sitting in a chair over a 100’s year old can bring. Touching the wooden arms periodically wondering what they have seen and heard through the years.

It finally happened. It took a two-year courtship and multiple proposals but last week Barack Obama asked us to marry him and we, the people said yes. Congratulations, we’re engaged.
Yet the joy for many of us is tempered by the passing of Proposition 8. The country has come so far in electing an African-American president [...]

I have had the good fortune to attend a number of gay weddings this season. There have been many. With proposition 8 proposing to end gay proposals people have been promiscuously popping the question.

I am not saying this as some campaign slogan or religious cry, “Jesus loves you!” No, I am quite in earnest. Sarah Palin, the Governor of Alaska, Vice-Presidential candidate, loves me.
Remember all that winking she did during the debate? That was for me.
Have you seen those youtube videos of her at her Church in a [...]

I open my eyes to her watching me. We’re laying on our sides facing each other, covers up, our faces close. It’s a full moon and light pours in through the window, across the bed. Her face is lit, cheekbones softly glowing. Her eyes wide, moonbeam moist. Her hair is [...]

She had that dream again. Those amazing blue eyes with little crinkles around the outsides were still clear in her mind as she groaned and shut off the alarm, dragging herself back to consciousness. Although it was a great dream, it always left Katie unsatisfied, longing for more.
She was at her desk working [...]

Riding our bikes along one of the dusty streets of Black Rock City Dominic and Reynaldo wanted to stop by the camp Comfort and Joy. There were two lovely Moroccan tents set up and a list of activities.
“Male Erotic Massage” was to start in one hour in the big tent, lots of rubbing in the [...]