Fellatio Project

Just To Be Dirty

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The 15th submission for The Fellatio Project, a third post by Fan of Chad…her words can be found all over the web, but let’s start here. "I'm here," the text flashed across her phone. She smiled and turned casually to her girlfriend. "I have to take this call. My clients know no boundaries, even on ladies' night." Extricating herself from the tangle of bar stools and purses, she calmly walked to the door. Outside the pub, she quickened her pace around the building, walking with purpose towards the grey sedan parked in the shadows. There was a second floor balcony patio on this side of the building. It was well populated with self-absorbed twenty-somethings carrying on over a couple pitchers of beer. There was no reason for any of [Read more...]

Sky Rockets In Flight, Guest Post by Fan of Chad

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The 14th submission for The Fellatio Project, we have a second post by Fan of Chad...her words can be found all over the web, but let's start here. It was just past 11:00pm and we had parked rather close to the church this time.  "Fancy a walk in the park?"  I asked. "If you like." I led him down the block a bit, through the park gate and down the path into the ravine.  This park’s trail hairpins at the bottom of the hill and then runs parallel to the river.  Coming from the direction of the river was the sound of several people laughing and joking. "Kids like to hang out there on the rocks and have a few drinks.  With any luck they'll not see us." Just before the path turned I spotted a break in the tall grass.  He followed [Read more...]

Nina Grows Up…The Perfect Oral

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Lucky number 13...newest submission to The Fellatio Project comes from one of my oldest online friends, Mucky Sod...some of his words can be found here “What’s wrong, C?” she asked. She always called me that. C! It was her nick name for me. “It’s just me, babe. Same, old Nina.” “I was thinking, what a shit I have been Neen...” I started to say. “I am so very sorry for not keeping in touch. I am so very sorry for not being a good friend.” “It’s OK,” she smiled. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I am not suffering because of our past. You were an inspiration C. So no regrets, OK?” And then she ran off for an urgent meeting. We didn’t make plans. She said she will know where to find me, and will call. I had come up to check in on [Read more...]

Blest Cock of Love Devine

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The twelfth submission to The Fellatio Project is by Arden Aoide...her words can be found here.  This piece adds a little culture to our midst. Author's note:  The title is inspired by the hymn, Blest Feast of Love Divine, by Edward Denny (1796-1889) Therefore we, before him bending,  this great sacrament revere; types and shadows have their ending, for the newer rite is here... —from Now, My Tongue, the Mystery Telling, by Thomas Aquinas   Dinner was lovely. The table was small and intimate, barely enough room for the wine and dinner. It was their second official date, the first being a diner after an office party where they'd consumed a bit more than their fair share of spirits. He'd kissed her cheek after [Read more...]

Peeping Tom

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Part of the Fellatio Project as written by @StellaKiink…in fact, her second submission...her words can be found here You finish filing your last report and you are ready to head home. As you reach for the office door, the lights go out. What happens next? Damn, the power went out again! Didn't I tell Clara to make sure she paid the bill on time this month? I was thinking it might be time to let her go and find someone who can actually follow direction to do the job. Every month it was something. Forgot to pay the hydro bill. Put the wrong detergent in the dishwasher. Didn't get the Murdock file out on time. She was pretty incompetent at times, why was she even still here? I was going to have to have a talk with her, bring HR in on [Read more...]

Gift for You

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The tenth submission to The Fellatio Project.  Tonight we welcome Sascha Illyvich, our second male writer on these pasts...from his Fetlife account, "proclaimed by the publishing industry as the bad boy of romance"…his words can be found here, and please support him on Amazon. "Hey baby," Katie looked at Mark with that sly smile she'd used on him before. "Yeah?"  He nodded, noting the perfect O formed by plump, ruby red lips.  "Wait," that look in her eyes...her tell.  "You're planning something aren't you." "Who, me?"  She tilted her head to the side, gave him a lopsided grin and touched her more than ample breast.  "Why would you say that?" "You look like you're up to something." "It's not bad if I am, is it?" He [Read more...]

Suck My What?

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The ninth submission to The Fellatio Project.  Tonight we welcome Penelope Jones...her words can be found here. Floored wasn't even the word for what Phoebe felt. “Did you say I’m giving a class on blowjobs?” Her pale blonde brow crept up in the air questioningly. “I did, and I’ll be your demo top.” Jeff, her owner, said. He must have thought he was being funny, by the smug look on his face, but Phoebe was mortified.  And to make matters worse, not only was he not kidding, but she wasn’t sure she could do it. It seemed Jeff was certain his girl could do anything. “You didn’t think you could do the orgy, Phoebe.” His calloused palm gruffly cupped her cheek. “You didn’t think you’d like being “marked” by me, and you loved both, [Read more...]

A Salty Treat

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The eighth submission for The Fellatio Project, we have A Salty Treat by Fan of Chad...her words can be found all over the web, but let's start here. Dear Mr. XXX, I miss you - you and your yummy, always hard and ready cock. Are you 'having any fun' while you're away? Hopefully there is at least one lucky lass still reeling with fond memories from her encounter with the Canadian stranger. I've imagined you lying in bed alone late at night in that strange land so far away. I've pictured you with a blanket drawn up and your knees bent forming a little tent over your midsection. Your right hand balancing your phone on you chest as you thumb through images. Are some of them of me? In my mind's eye it's the only source of light in the [Read more...]