Fellate Quotes & Sayings

See a storm. See a bad spanking. See your boy is ugly. Decide your boy is the pope. Blow the pope away with an imaginary gun. Fellate your own fingers afterward. — Amanda Boyden

She was so tightly wrapped in herself, her own misery and dark thoughts, that she was blind to everything else. Especially him. — Francine Rivers

As for developing a writing style'I would say that I tried to copy the pacing of the old movies I loved as a kid. — Kola Boof

I can recapture everything when I write, my thoughts, my ideals and my fantasies. — Anne Frank

Whenever you permit yourself to think what persons, things, conditions, or circumstances may suggest, you are not following what you want to think. You are not following your own desires but borrowed desires. Use your imagination in determining what you want to think or do. — Christian D. Larson

Either a municipal bog is a private place or it isn't. If it is a private place in which to shit, how is it not a private place in which to fellate? — Stephen Fry

If you haven't already told your kids 'don't fellate the president' then you're probably a bad parent. — Scott Adams

I think I could be a perfectly decent cat. I've been around cats long enough to know what the rules of being a cat are. When all else fails, wash. And I think I could master the thing that cats do, where they stalk away pretending they meant to do whatever it was in the first place; showing their wounded dignity. — Neil Gaiman

One of my good friends said, in a reggae riddim, don't jump in the water if you can't swim ... — Bob Marley

There is a certain part of all of us," Milan Kundera writes, "that lives outside of time. — Jennifer Senior

Then it hit me and I grinned at him. "You want to suck my dick!"
His face grew redder. "You don't have to say it like that," he grumbled.
I almost felt contrite. "I'm sorry. How about you want to make love to my member with your oral cavity? Or how about you want to fellate me until I let loose my love juice? Is that better? — T.J. Klune

I thought to myself, what is everyone's worst fear? Nuclear terrorism in America. — Nelson DeMille

The Power of God's Promise.* 3 His divine power has bestowed on us everything that makes for life and devotion, through the knowledge of hima who called us by his own glory and power.* 4 Through these, he has bestowed on us the precious and very great promises, so that through them you may come to share in the divine nature, after escaping from the corruption that is in the world because of evil desire.b 5 * For this very reason, make every effort to supplement your faith with virtue, virtue with knowledge,c 6 knowledge with self-control, self-control with endurance, endurance with devotion, 7 devotion with mutual affection, mutual affection with love. — Anonymous

Carl Hirsch didn't do holiday parties. At least, not correctly. All the so-called people, wind streaming from their faces. Fleshy machines spewing pollution, fucking up the environment. If he squinted, the celebrating bodies of his co-workers very nearly blistered into molecules, shining with color. Too often the whole of it - people, places, and things - looked to scatter. Everyone on the verge of turning to soup. So what if there was no precedent for a full-scale human melt, bodies reduced to liquid pouring from a window? You could still worry about it. Sometimes you had to. Tonight's party was in one of those long, skinny city apartments you're supposed to verbally fellate with praise. It was like walking into a tiny, dismal doghouse, a real doghouse, — Anonymous