Dice Dares Novels & Stories

Talk about bad Karma. “Truth or dare, babe.” Danny grinned and I almost gulped at the question. “Dare.” I blabbered out in a panic. “I mean, truth!” I took it back almost immediately but everyone started shaking their heads with a grin. Why the hell did I blabber out Dare when I was supposed to pick truth?!

I'd make her pay for looking. The dares got dirtier, the air thickening with tension and laughter. Jake, some bro from the team, drew: "Let someone in the group give you a hickey. Anywhere visible—and make noise." He picked Madison, who crawled over, sucking on his neck like a vampire, her teeth grazing as he groaned loud. "Ah, fuck—harder!" The mark bloomed purple, and the group clapped. "That's gonna show tomorrow, dude!" Tessa spun to me. "Dare, birthday boy." Card: "Give a lap dance to anyone but your girlfriend. Make it grindy."

My stomach twisted, but I knew there was no escaping it. The first few rounds were harmless. Dumb dares. Embarrassing truths. Somebody had to run to the mailbox shirtless, another admitted to peeing in the pool last summer. But soon, the dares got sharper. Riskier. “Kendra!” one of the boys called, grinning wide. “Truth or Dare?” Kendra lifted her chin, smirking. “Dare.” The boy’s grin widened. “I dare you to… make out with Caleb.”

“Okay, Jacques, your turn to ask.” Jacques’s gaze landed on Fab. “Truth or dare?” Fab raised a brow. “Dare.” A slow grin spread across my face before he could even answer. “Wait let me pick. She owes me.” Jacques laughed. “Be my guest.” I turned to Fab with wicked delight. “I dare you to send a voice note to your crush saying you had a dream about them last night.” Fab’s eyes widened. “You traitor!” “You asked for it,” I shrugged. “I’m just here to spice things up.”

"I'm a bit surprised that you chose dare right off the bat though. Haven't you heard of the kinds of dares people had to do when they played this game?" "Not really but I guess I'd imagined that they were kind of hard." Aiden replied. "Hard? This isn't some kind of challenge, Aiden. Dares can range from mildly embarrassing to outright humiliating. Dares can make you do anything!". Zane exclaimed, having experienced some outrageous dares himself. But his face remained unchanging, he didn't sense any danger, even after Zane’s explanation. What's the worse that could happen? This was just a measly party game.

I inquired, having known they are up to something. They shared a look before Jayden and Jaymes voiced at the same time, "Here comes our second dare. Kiss our Mummy." The rest joined and together they chirp on the top of their voices. Wait, are they even aware of how a dare is been played or its pros and cons?

Lydia and I stepped towards the game. Darren squealed in excitement as he saw me. “Look who we have here, the Levi Sinclair and the ever beautiful Lydia Banks.” I stood right next to Lydia. Darren announced the game was about to start. He stepped closer to us all. “You all are going to have to do some dares. You already know the rules of the game, you have to do what is on the card in just two minutes or you are out!” Two ladies walked forward with baskets. “All you have to do is pick a card and do exactly what it says,” He added.

COUPLES SWAP: TRUTH OR DARE 3 “Next dare,” Javier announced, voice rough with lust. Lips still glistening and dripping of his saliva and my cum. “Marcus…. I dare you to dry hump Diego. Clothes on first, then skin to skin. No penetration.”

"What kind of game?" Nicole shrugged, and I suddenly got the feeling this was possibly a scripted encounter. "I don't know, how about Dares in a Hat?" Miranda walked over, "Dares in a Hat? What's that? Is it anything like Truth or Dare?" Now I knew this must have been scripted. Or at least planned. But why? "It is, but instead of picking who to ask, you draw names out of a hat or bowl. And it's Dares only, no Truths," Nicole said.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened