A sixty – eight, he wants you to go down on him but he won’t return the favor. It would be sixty-nine but he owes you one.

Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is.

My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with...

Tristan looked at me with pleading eyes, as though he could forget for one moment how I was programmed to respond to him—how even now upon hearing his confession, I wanted nothing more than to...

Some men eat dinner with silverware. Some use chopsticks. I prefer zippers.

I’ve given guys blow jobs just because I’ve run out of things to talk about.’Oh, Rae. Who hasn’t

She arches her body like a cat on a stretch. She nuzzles her cunt into my face like a filly at the gate. She smells of the sea. She smells of rockpools when I was...

Just because I like to suck cock doesn’t make me any less American than Jesse Helms.

You know the worst thing about oral sex? The view.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I...

She pulled away from Eric’s grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him.”Let me suck you off,” she said. “Please.

Before going home with a guy, give him a blow job. Guys are always more relaxed after a blow job. (You’re totally welcome, guys. P.S. Girls can’t see this sentence!!!!!)

Nowadays, you can do anything that you want—anal, oral, fisting—but you need to be wearing gloves, condoms, protection.

My mother told me that life isn’t always about pleasing yourself and that sometimes you have to do things for the sole benefit of another human being. I completely agreed with her, but reminded her...

Real sex is as much about reciprocity as it is exploration and if you need a reason to resent a man later on, just consider the guy who doesn’t believe in cunnilingus…

His saliva tasted like the wet dicks of ten thousand lonely truck drivers.

She lifted me back into the seat with a wicked grin, and breathed, ‘Just don’t stop talking. Whatever you do, just don’t stop talking,’ and swallowed my manhood. I scrambled desperately through the darkened corners...

Instead of reciting her an original love poem using words, I think I’ll use my tongue to more creatively explore the deepest parts of her.

She leaned into me, and I could feel her hot breath against my ear. ‘I want you to eat me,’ she whispered. ‘I want you to eat me like you’re an angry Alaskan grizzly and...

Dora brought it. Ah, that’s better. That at least doesn’t fail.