EXTRACTS from Labor backbencher Graham Perrett's book, The Twelfth Fish.
"Was there any alternative when a deliciously warm hand was masturbating me
while another hand cupped my balls and kisses were orbiting my groin in
ever-diminishing circles.
"My heart, my universe, my soul, my everything
was in Cylla’s (fellow teacher at his school) mouth and nothing else mattered.
"I started to worry about Cylla’s jaw muscles cramping … orgasm threw my
sense of perspective." (pg 155)
Another oral passage:
"She
pressed on, supportive and relentless, sliding down beneath the blankets,
kissing and licking and positioning herself firmly beneath my knees and
methodically commencing fellatio." (pg 167)
"The din from the party mocked me as Karen (his girlfriend) attacked my surly
worm with gusto. It was as if she was professionally slighted." (pg 168).