Strip Games For Couples Novels & Stories

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She spat out. The words strolled out of her mouth like it was just another normal word, like a waitress, doctor, or nurse. "Strip dancing?!" I had to repeat it, I had to be sure. She rolled her eyes so hard, I thought it ached her. "Yes, Jojo Wyatt. Stripping. It's basically dancing on a pole. You need the money; so don't you dare say no." She left out the part where I would be dancing, without clothes! This wasn't ballet, this was next-grade whore activities.

"It's not funny." "It's the funniest thing that's ever happened to me." Garrison straightened, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "My perfect son. My self-righteous, principled son who spent his entire adult life looking down at me for falling for a stripper." He shook his head slowly. "And his fated mate is exactly the same." "She's nothing like Lydia." "No?" The smile turned. "She takes her clothes off for money. Dances for men she doesn't know. Human, I'm guessing. No pack, no protection, nobody standing in her corner." He let that sit for a moment.

“I want you to meet my parents. And it’s my mother’s birthday—” “I thought we’re going—” “In a date?” he cut in. “Of course, we were, once we get there and I want you to see my business.” Andrius never fails to amuse her and to throw surprises. And what did she do in her past life that she deserves this kind of love from him? Guess, being his stripper once in the Peregrine club was their path to each other. And she will never forget how she slapped his handsome face. “Of course, I’d love to,” she replied.

I squinted at him, "I knew there had to be a catch." His grin deepened, adding a wicked edge to his proposal, "Let's make this a little more interesting, sweetheart. Since you probably don't have any money on you. Strip poker. Lose a round, lose a piece of clothing. You win, and I'll do the same. When we're completely stripped off of everything, we'll reveal more than just our bodies, we bare a part of our soul to each other."

I sat down with them listening to their tales of sex and I was surprisingly not gagging or giving them Godly advice, I guess that's the effect of the alcohol. Someone suggested a game. "Beer pong!" Some yelled. "Strip beer pong!" Others yelled. "Truth or dare!" The rest shrieked. This is madness. I sat down quietly not saying a word till they came to a decision. "Alright, we're playing strip beer pong," someone announced. Susie smirked at me, "You're playing and we're partners!" I shook my head, "Nah, I don't know how this works." She rolled her eyes, "It's simple. You aim your ball and toss it into a beer cup successfully and you get to choose who strips and what."

Harry flipped over and fell down. Stacy's clothes were open, and he was pressing her under his body. The clothes of the man above her were somewhat wrinkled but neat. His strong body was above her, and the emotion in his eyes was as strong as fire. It was almost overflowing, but he was still trying to restrain himself. "We are legal couples." Logically speaking, they were still husband and wife if they didn't apply for the divorce certificate. His eyes were burning hot, making her throat dry. "You, you said that you have to get my consent."

I cried as hard as I could to suppress the libido from my rising body. "It's okay. Just do it, let's enjoy it." I looked down annoyed, clenched my hands beside my body, my tears just flowed without pause. I am very tired from withstanding the high stimulation that continues to demand me. "Relax, dear. Don't hold back, it will be very painful for you." I couldn't resist the demands of the stimulation. I kissed his lips brutally.

They rinsed off with lingering kisses, but the fire simmered, not sated. After that, they dressed but buzzing with tension, as they returned to the bed, "Let's make this fun," Dean suggested, pulling a deck of cards from his jacket, a custom set with a wicked grin. "Ever played 'Strip Dare Poker'? The loser of each hand strips an item and does a dare for the winner. No limits, darling. Builds to the ultimate fuck." Jenna's pulse raced, nipples hardening under her blouse. "Deal me in." How to Play Strip Dare Poker (Quick Rules for Maximum Heat):

Under the spray he washes me gentle, fingers sliding through the mess between my legs, thumb circling my clit until I come again against the tile. Later, wrapped in his towel, hair dripping, I steal his phone and film a quick clip, me on my knees in the steam, licking our mixed cum off his wedding ring finger while he records from above. I post it to the secret group with the caption, winner takes all 🏆💦 pot’s closed, boys. Daddy cashed in. By morning the trailer smells like sex and coffee. Ray’s already hard again, bending me over the kitchen counter while the biscuits burn.