Dares For Couples Novels & Stories

I saw some of the single people disperse out of the crowd and saw more couples getting ready to dance in the middle of the room. “Do you mind if Dalton and I dance for a little while?” Desiree asked. “No, no. Go ahead and enjoy,” I smiled widely at the couple. I swayed to the music as I watched the couples dance. Must be nice, I thought. “May I have this dance?” I looked at the extended arm right in front of my eyes. I looked at Dante’s eyes in wonder and asked, “Me?” He looked around. “Who else?” He chuckled. I was about to refuse because I wasn’t in the mood to dance, but I saw Kairo and Amelia move to the dance floor and dance in each other’s arms.

The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, Jamie grinding slowly against him. I watched from where I sat, feeling a spark in my body that had nothing to do with the beer. "Damn," Riley murmured, her voice husky. "That's freaking hot. Alex, it's your turn. Truth or dare?" They broke the kiss; Alex's hard cock was obvious through his jeans. "Dare," he replied, his eyes lustful. Riley smiled. "I dare you to strip Jamie down to her panties. right here, in front of us."

Why couldn't I stay mad at this man? He reached for my hand, linking his into mine and bringing them to his lips.. “Don't pull Mr hopeless romantic on me now. You're late.” I said, pulling my hand back. “I had a meeting.” “Greg told me.” I snapped. He tried to move closer to me but I withdrew, turning away, my chin in the air. “And now, the time has come for the couples bshter. Are you all ready?!” “Yes!” They chorused. “Let's welcome our amazing couple on stage. Irene Reynolds and Damian Russo!” Daisy announced as we got to our feet.

Ethan Ford’s dare was: [Choose any girl here and kiss her for three minutes. Make sure it’s a French kiss!] The next second, Ethan’s eyes fixed on my girlfriend, Clara Sutton, who was sitting beside me. Everyone followed his gaze. Among them were glances eager for entertainment. Reason told me Clara would never agree. She was always so fastidious. But my emotions tightened like a coil, my right hand clenched into a fist. Ethan strode straight toward me.

Marcus asked. “Dare,” Riley said without hesitation. The group whooped. Someone shouted suggestions. Sonia leaned forward with interest, her eyes flicking between Riley and the rest of us. Marcus rubbed his hands together. “Alright… Riley, I dare you to make out with Damian for at least thirty seconds. Full make-out. No half-assing it.” Riley’s eyes lit up. She turned toward Damian, biting her lip. The circle erupted in cheers and teasing whistles. Damian raised an eyebrow but didn’t look surprised. He gave a small, confident smirk and shrugged. “Rules are rules.”

It was like it was just them, and the whole world faded away. Now, it was already getting dark. Nathan was looking through the crowd. Beth and Steve were dancing and he smiled. They made an adorable couple together. Neil and his wife were dancing, along with Gavin and Alaina. Margaret and Noah were sitting at one of the tables engaged in an animated conversation. Brooke was talking to his parents. She had long ago changed into a white half sleeved jumpsuit, revealing the beautiful tan skin. Nathan felt a desire pool in his belly.

Marlo whispered behind him. "Knowing them, expect something ludicrous," Shanda smirked as her eyes were on her friend and husband. "It looked like they forgot we're behind them..." "Yeah, and disappeared this morning when I warned him not to have that intimacy for two days at least..." Levitra could not help commenting. Everyone heard chuckled. "Hmm. Put yourself in their situation and experience how it feels to be thwarted," Dax finally broke his silence. "This couple is undeniably obsessed with each other and just looked at how his hand snaked to her waist.”

She bellowed, “Stop it! My husband doesn’t live a cheap or low life!” “Ms. Quint, am I right? If your husband doesn’t live such a life, why don’t I live one with you?” Someone from Dakota’s group winked at Darcy pervertedly and teased her. “I mean look at your legs, damn! I would do anything to drink the water that washes your legs!” Everyone laughed again. The men in the venue started to look at Darcy’s legs pervertedly, especially her feet. Some men had strange fetishes.

Eric says, “I’m not doing anything to jeopardize my marriage to Cynthia.” “No one is asking you to,” Matt says, joining the persuasion. He and Max have obviously worked the details out amongst themselves. “Make contact. That doesn’t mean fuck or even touch.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Well, contact... no. Talk to, get a phone number, have a conversation. Unlike the show, the dare is not for all of us. One of us needs to be the judge. That, my man,” he says to Eric, the groom-to-be, “is you. Max, Trevor, and I are the ones who have to do the dare. You choose the one who wins and the other two pay for this entire weekend...hotel rooms, drinks, and all.” I can’t help but think that the o

DAISY I was standing in front of the mirror, Grayson daddy behind me. Actually, I wasn't doing much of standing. Daddy was holding me up by my waist and if he let go of me, I would immediately crash down to my knees or even fall down to my ass. I had no strength left in these legs. My pussy felt stretched out and sore and I think it would be right for me to accept that I would lose this dare. It had been obvious right from the beginning anyways, that I could not win.