Cock Quotes

“Christ, did life get any worse than this? He pushed the head of the cock past his terrified, quivering lips and attempted to bite into the thing.”
― Matthew Bracey, Steel Dogs

“It was mostly just the concept of eating a cock that Matthew found so challenging, irrespective of which animal it came from.”
― Matthew Bracey, Steel Dogs

“It is practically a matter of life or death for a True Cock Worshiper to taste pre-cum.”
― Lordess Demonica, DEMONSAPIENISM & True Cock Worship: True Cock Worship

“All the lot. Their spunk is gone dead. Motor-cars and cinemas and aeroplanes suck that last bit out of them. I tell you, every generation breeds a more rabbity generation, with India rubber tubing for guts and tin legs and tin faces. Tin people! It’s all a steady sort of bolshevism just killing off the human thing, and worshipping the mechanical thing. Money, money, money! All the modern lot get their real kick out of killing the old human feeling out of man, making mincemeat of the old Adam and the old Eve. They’re all alike. The world is all alike: kill off the human reality, a quid for every foreskin, two quid for each pair of balls. What is cunt but machine-fucking! — It’s all alike. Pay ’em money to cut off the world’s cock. Pay money, money, money to them that will take spunk out of mankind, and leave ’em all little twiddling machines.”
― D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

“Vaginas have never appealed to him: their cabbage-like folds, their long, hidden corridor. He craves the long thrust of the cock, its heady insistence, and the challenge of a body like his.”
― Chloe Benjamin, The Immortalists

“He leaned down and kissed her stomach, her hip bones, while his big hands held her in place. Then his mouth was on her, covering her, licking over her clit.
She arched up, crying out as his tongue slid over her folds, making her mindless and crazy. She clutched the pillow, burying her head into the softness as he sucked and licked, nipping over her skin.
She clamped her thighs around his head. Whimpered.
He was going to drive her right over the edge.
His tongue lapped over her clit.
"Jack, stop," she said, her voice harsh and panting. "I'm going to... God... No... I want..."
He didn't stop. Didn't ease up. He just pushed her harder.
His tongue. It was magic.
The condom packet slid off her stomach as she planted her feet and rocked into him. Giving up, surrendering to his will and determination. Everything that made Jack, Jack.
She coiled tight and then she exploded. She bit her lip, stifling her moans as she rode out wave after wave of delicious sensation.
She couldn't think, couldn't put together a sentence, but then he was on her, over her. His palm on her neck, his fingers on her jaw, twisting her face to meet his.
His mouth covered hers.
He tasted like sex.
And lust.
His grasp was tight on her jaw, and the way he kissed her, devoured her, sucked her right back under.
It was a raw, dirty kiss that consumed her. Her fingers came up to where he held her, and she dug her nails into his wrists.
He growled against her lips, biting her, sucking.
And the kiss went on and on and on.
He finally pulled away, grabbed the condom, and tore open the package. He tossed it onto her body again, ridding himself of his sweats, and then he was naked.
And she could only gape at him. Her gaze wide.
He had the best cock she'd ever seen in her life. Long and thick. A work of goddamn art.
She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrist, shaking his head. "I can't wait, Chlo."
He picked up the condom, threw the packet on the floor somewhere and rolled the condom down his hard shaft.
She breathed out his name. "Jack."
He leaned down, kissing her again, soft and sweet. His erection nudged between her legs. "Just let me inside.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“He liked cock, this intellectual!”
― Laurent Binet, The Seventh Function of Language

“Dude, you grabbed my cock!”
― Avaneesh Devkota

“Gasping, screaming, rocking sideways and back and forth, she came. She kept his prick inside her until she felt yet another surge of his fuck. She came. He had come three times, she twice. And Marina wanted to come again.”
― Joyce Haber, The Users

“The person provides the personal meaning, but society and history give them deeper meaning.

That's how an idea becomes something more than an idea. How it hooks into our subconscious mind.

The pamphlet in your Vampire Tarot didn't decide that the wand is a phallus. The fact that a wand looks like a big fucking cock did that.

When you make the connection, you give something meaning, and when millions of people make a connection over time, that meaning deepens.”
― James Tynion IV

“Okay, so you start with a symbol, then you add in ceremony. The idea the wand is the symbol of the cock, which we use to create life.

Some fucking caveman shaman starts carrying around a big stick because he's smarter than the other cavemen and he's the one who can tell the what things mean.

Now Harry Potter's running around with a little dick in his hand shooting out magic cum, and that image carries all the meaning of all those ten thousand years of history and connections.

It's a shortcut that connects you to a larger continuum of symbolism and ritual.

Different societies had different beliefs. . . . But in the end, there were still common symbols with shared meanings. Like the Sun, or water . . . or a big fucking juicy cock.”
― James Tynion IV

“I need you to say it." Ryker's hot breath was on my neck, his hand on my hip, and he was ready to sink into me the second he got his answer. All I had to do was admit it. Or I could try to take matters into my own hands just to fuck with him.
I pushed forward suddenly, the head of his cock teasing my entrance open in bliss. But a sudden jerk from Ryker left me painfully empty once more, and I whined in frustration.
"Just say it," he teased. "Do you like it a little rough? All you have to do is say yes."
Fine. Ass.
"Yes," I hissed. "Yes, I do."
Instant pressure hit me as he slid his length into me in one go. I was so wet, there was no friction stopping him as he filled me completely. Tight, hot, hard. I took in a sharp breath and he gave me a satisfied hum.
"There now, that wasn't so hard," he mused.
Smack.
Ryker shoved into me just a little harder at the same time he smacked me right on the mark, and I screamed. I was so hot, and wet, and full of him that I could hardly keep myself from unraveling. Thankfully, his hands stayed firmly in place, helping to hold me still as he slid out again, only to thrust inside once more.
"Fuck, Danica," Ryker rumbled. "Your pretty little ass is turning the hottest shade of pink."
I was breathless as Ryker thrust again and again, pushing me higher and higher. Sometimes he would smack the mark again, and I was sure I would be feeling it in the morning but I couldn't bring myself to care. All I could care about was Ryker and what he did to me. I felt wholly and truly right with him, and my head was in a fog as the orgasm hit me hard.
"Ryker!" I shouted as he thrust at just the right moment and all the tight muscles in my body came loose. Floating, floating and falling and clenching and dropping into a boneless heap. I was still reeling from the high he had started in me when I felt his hot release as well. Ryker came hard, gripping my hip as he shoved in as deep as he could. The hot, burning stretch of him shoving so hard coupled with the intensity of my own postorgasm shaking pulled another cry from me.
When we were both spent and he was still over me, staring down in satisfied confidence, he leaned in with a light kiss. "Good girl, you take me so fucking well."
My ass stung, I was filled to the brim, and I liked it.
Releasing my hip, he slid out of me and I groaned at the fleeting feeling of fullness. When wetness trickled out of me, more than just my own arousal, I pressed my thighs together.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Who doesn’t love cock?”
― Hanif Kureishi, The Nothing

“Yes, the hermitage is underground--miles beneath the surface of Antarctica. And yes, Ike refers to it as unten--literally 'under' or 'below.' But, hello, it's 'hyperborean'--of or relating to the arctic, frigid, very cold. The opposite of infernally hot. Well, what if it's WAY underground down near the inner core of the earth, where it's like 10,000 degrees? Well, what if it's up your ass where it's like 10,000,000 degrees? Well, what if you're a cocksucking dwarf racist retard midget dickwad? Well, what if you're a fucking scatological-bakery urinal-cake-boss motherfucking fist-fucked cow-pie anal-fissureman motherfucker?”
― Mark Leyner, The Sugar Frosted Nutsack

“Have you ever done it in a sauna" Marina asked. "It's even more exciting when it's hot."

"And more debilitating, I'll bet." He laughed. "Thank God we haven't got time to warm it up. It takes an hour to reach two hundred degrees."

He pulled his stiffened cock from her mouth. "I'm there already, baby.”
― Joyce Haber, The Users

“Since when do you have to go home to suck cock?" asked David.”
― Joyce Haber, The Users

“...I got the word. It's get out of town, and it wasn't even from Mel Torme.

"If Natalie were here, she'd say Torme has the best pipes in town," said Elena.

"Anyone else might say that. What Nat would say is he has the biggest pipe in town.”
― Joyce Haber, The Users

“The penis is always depicted as
sufficient in itself, the genital equivalent of the Eye of Sauron.”
― Antonella Gambotto-Burke

“After a time some of the hedge knights and men-at-arms amongst his rabble began to paint images of the “Cock o’ the Moon” on their shields, and a brisk trade grew up in clubs, pendants, and staffs carved to resemble Moon’s member.”
― George R.R. Martin, Fire & Blood

“The cockroach is dead on approach for encroaching upon the rights of a cock by prefixing roach with cock. That is why cocks are always after roaches to mete out punishment.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

“I will remember the COVID-19 pandemic as the biggest government cock-up ever!”
― Steven Magee

“Let's get ready for dinner. We've got a fake engagement to sell."

I groan, knowing she's right, but for the first time, work and success aren't my priority. Courtney is.

I am so fucked.

I'm not, my cock chimes in with a whine.

Later, I promise.”
― Lauren Landish, My Big Fat Fake Engagement

“When you squint at the sun, you can see its cosmic cock. When I shake my head, the sun's cock shakes, and that's why the wind howls down from the void.”
― Suehiro Maruo, Ultra-Gash Inferno

“who has a limit and doesnt follow it? my dick size”
― whosjupiter

“cock”
― charlie baxter

“All I can say is this cock better be worth it.”
― Kyra Keys, Halloween Mating

“A cock is organic, living, and pulsing. A cock, more often than one would hope, disappointed, but there was life behind it. A cock could feel you back.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“In part, sucking cock is muscle memory. When a girl has her head pushed down for the first time, she starts to learn to tease a blowjob out for delicious minutes for a man she adores or get it over with as quickly as she can for a man who had pressured her.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“Before I could stand, his cock was in her mouth. I loved her a full fifteen seconds as I watched her swallow a cock that I feared would be meant for me.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex

“I'd want someone to talk me out of it. No cock is worth this, trust me. I've sat on a few that made my life hell.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex