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But thinking of pie made her want to put something sweet in her mouth. And thinking of something sweet, made her think about sucking cock. She looked back at the man. He was dialing again.
In “Last Call,” my character knows everything there is to know about her partner’s rod:
I keep my eyes closed still, as if I have a blindfold on, because it’s still easier that way. I know right away that it’s Declan’s cock I’m sucking. After more than a decade together, I am well versed in the girth and the ridges that make this cock feel like home to me. I suck him on my back. He lets me work at my own pace. Then I moan—I can’t help myself—because there’s a mouth between my legs, on my pussy through my panties and my hose.
In “Strokes,” Tenille Brown delves into what a man feels like when getting a really good blow job:
Anthony liked when Beverly’s hair fell forward and covered her oval face, when he couldn’t see her expression and he had to guess what move it was she was going to make next.
Was Beverly going to dive deep with her throat or stay on the shallow end, her tongue running laps around the rim of his thick cock?
Anthony knew he was a lucky guy, standing there over his woman. Beverly loved giving head just as much as Anthony loved receiving it. Anthony could swim all day in her mouth, backstroking in it, treading water…
Beverly had a natural rhythm with her lips and cheeks that fell in sync with him rocking back and forth on his heels because her sucking on him made him unsteady that way…
He liked the swish, swish sound she made like waves, and then… the way…he felt…when he came crashing against her lips…as if…they were…a…shore…
In “I See Him Sleeping,” Molly Moore reveals how sexy it is for a woman to suck her own flavor off a lover:
I slide farther down the bed and kneel up beside him, studying his face for a few seconds before I lower my head and take his cock gently between my lips. It is soft and warm in my mouth and I hold it still for a moment, tasting him, and something else too, me I think—he tastes of me from the night before. My tongue flickers and dances around the tip and instantly I can feel him growing hard for me, his cock filling my mouth more and more with every flick of my tongue. I pull back slightly as the head of his cock starts to push against the back of my throat, but then I open wider and take all of him inside my mouth.
He groans, and the sound excites me; I know he is waking, his body coming alive for my mouth, and I reach up and run my hand over his chest, finding one of his nipples, circling the small bud with the tip of my finger. He stretches out beneath my touch, and I glance up to his face; his eyes are still closed, but I know from his breathing that he no longer really sleeps.
This previously unpublished piece called “Honeytrap,” by Tamsin Flowers, involves two work colleagues getting down and dirty in the office:
With the lightest of touches, I let my hand run up and down the shaft. Jack’s head flops back, eyes shut, and his hips push forward. The muscles deep within me tighten as desire courses through me; my mouth is no longer dry and I can feel sweat breaking out on my upper lip and between my shoulder blades. It seems weird that I am still fully dressed.
And now, finally, I stretch out my tongue to him. A tiny flick across the tip, followed by another and another. A slow march of butterfly kisses, down one side and up the other. I am gently holding the base with one hand, my other hand on his hip to steady myself as I move, oh so slowly, up and down between Jack’s well-muscled thighs. With each little kiss I can feel a response in him, a movement in his hips, his back, his gut. His legs brace against the floor, but I’ve hardly started yet.
I let my tongue wind slowly up and down the length of his shaft, cradling his balls with the softest touch. I pay particular attention to the head, watching as it darkens, feeling a steady pulse in it with my tongue as I circle it, first slowly and then faster. Feeling him buck as I lightly nip the rim of skin that demarks it from the rest of his glorious cock.
And then at last I take it into my mouth, shielding him from my teeth with my lips, just a short way at first, but still enough to elicit a low moan from above. I can taste his precome in my mouth, a little sweet, a little salty, and my guts roil with longing. I literally ache to feel his touch in return. Sucking gently, I draw his cock farther into my mouth, letting my saliva lubricate the trunk and slipping it slowly between my lips, varying the pressure as I pull back, slide forward. I move a little faster and suck a little harder, drawing out right to the end, and then suck ferociously as I pull it back into my mouth. A little deeper each time. My hand at the base of his cock gripping a little tighter, applying a little more pressure…
Fellatio can have an edge, too, as evidenced in this snippet by Julia Moore in “Pinch the Head.” A couple up on a convention-center catwalk could be caught at any moment.
There’s nothing in this world more exciting to me than meeting a cock for the first time. Each one has a different personality, and Mac’s matched his style. Rugged, thick, and finely veined, his prick fit well in my fist as I worked the tip between my lips and into my wet mouth. Mac moaned and gripped the railing for support.
“You’re so warm,” he whispered, “so warm and soft.”
I didn’t look down, but I knew about those people on the floor below us, and it made me soak my panties. My skin prickled at the knowledge that my coworkers and competitors were strolling around clueless several hundred feet beneath me. When I stared up at Mac, I saw that he was looking down at them. I could tell that the same thoughts turned him on, too.
Where you choose to spend your time (on your knees, on a catwalk) is entirely up to you. But remember the old adage that works perfectly well for this sort of sport: practice makes perfect.
TANTALIZING TIPS
•Wear mascara when performing a blowjob—or ask your partner to. My extensive research shows that men like to witness messy mascara when looking down at their mate.
•Make a blowjob the main event of an encounter rather than relegating the act to foreplay. See how long you can stretch out an oral onslaught.
•Let your partner suck your fingers while you perform the blowjob to indicate more or less pressure, suction, or sensation.
FICTION: FELLATIO
ALLOWED
CHARLOTTE STEIN
He always says no, no, no. But that just makes it harder for me to think anything but yes, yes, yes. I dream about it at night. I dream about it in the middle of the day. I look at other couples jealously and imagine how easy it is for them. They’re probably doing it all the time, in cupboards and on tables and in the middle of Marks and Spencer’s.
