Flirty Dares Novels & Stories

"June... are you serious?" "I wish I wasn’t." Kayla whistles. "Well, damn." She pauses. Then adds, like a mosquito with lip filler, "You do realize this is kind of on you, right?" I blink. "Excuse me?" Kayla shrugs. "I mean, the dare was to flirt. Get the digits, maybe a drink. You didn’t have to go all the way. Especially not with someone you knew nothing about." My jaw drops. "Are you seriously blaming me right now?"

I held my breath as I waited for his answer. "One,sorry ladies I'm taken." He answered truthfully and directed the last sentence to the girls who were drooling at him. I let go of the breath I was holding and blushed when he gave me a discreet wink. The girls groaned in disappointment. Two spins later and the bottle landed on me. "Truth or dare?" The guy named Derek asked. "Dare." I said bravely. I really didn't want to seem like a pussy to pick out truth. "I dare you to let one of those stripers grind on you." Derek said slyly as he pointed at the stripers who were grinding on everything I swear.

He reaches my side and snakes his huge hand around my waist. I freeze for a second before adjusting to his hand around my waist. “Taking your job as my fake Fiancé seriously, aren’t you?” I smirk playfully. Ashford stares at me for a second too long, making me shift from one foot to the other. My feet are killing me, but his stare is doing more. “You’re staring, Ashford.” A breath whoosh out of me as I remind him. “One would mistake this charade for a real deal.”

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.”

You realize we're not gonna survive this game, right? "Then make it count. Truth or dare?" "Dare. Let's play." "I dare you to make me wet from just one message. No touching. No cheating." "Close your eyes. You're on your knees in front of me. I've got one hand in your hair, the other tugging your panties down from behind. You're not allowed to move unless I say. I slide my mouth up your thigh, so close you can feel the heat. And just as you start to tremble... I stop. I breathe against your pussy and whisper, "Not yet."

“Have you completely lost it? How could you ask such a thing?” Lily looked back at me, “It’s called a dare, Scaredy cat!” “Precisely,” Neila Dorman cut in. “You made me flash my boobs at Mr Reitman last week, didn’t you? That poor professor almost had a coronary.” “Yeah, but that was just —” I began. “A dare? You’re right. And I did it. This is also a dare.” I swallowed, “I'd rather pay up.” “Fine! $20,000,” Lily stated nonchalantly, stretching forth her hand, palm up.

Jenny Spins the bottle and it lands on Frankie and Mike Oh-oh "okay great, Frankie gets to ask Mike" Frankie clears her throat "Truth or dare?" "Truth" "Okay, why have you been such a jerk to my best friend, is it because she rejected you" everyone gasps "Well, i-its not-, shit, dare" "I dare you to answer the question" everyone claps for Frankie He nervously laughs"that's not how dare works, and I haven't been a jerk" Frankie rolls her eyes "fine, then I dare you to rap Gods plan, with your shirt off while jumping"

“Probably a thousand times compared to when I’m with other women flirting with me. That’s how strong you affect me, Babe. I’ve never been so boner that it aches so much.” “I ache for you, too, Pyke,” she whispers. My heart thunders in my ribcage to hear that she also wants me. “What is your sexual fantasy, Camila?” I study her with pierced scrutiny. Her eyes widen and blink with innocence. “Answer me, and I will make it come true.” “I don’t know. I never thought of that,” she rushes her answer. Her face turns pink. “What do you think of me then?” I ask, teasing her a little bit.

Music thrummed from downstairs, muted by velvet walls. “Truth or dare?” My voice trembled. “Truth.” He tilted his head. “What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve fantasized about doing at your job?” I flushed. “Shooting a boudoir set in someone’s penthouse while they watch. Then, I joined them in it.” He grinned. “Dare.” My breath hitched. “Dare?” “I dare you to take off your mask and nothing else. Then, look me in the eyes while you imagine that fantasy coming true. Tell me exactly what you’d do. Detail by detail.”

"What special treatment have you come to offer me?" I curled my fingers down to his abdomen, and I could hear the soft moans he made in his throat. "Well, what do you expect?" I asked, biting on my lower lips. "I expect a lot from you tonight, sweetheart. So, what's the first game you wanna play?" "Let's play... the Truth or Dare game. Shall we?" "Dare." His voice mellowed in a whisper, sending lust in the air. I knew he would choose the D, and for so many reasons I wish I knew, I hated myself for this. I thought of what to dare him, "I dare you to grab my pussy." I said, mentally cursing myself.