Strip Poker Gif Novels & Stories

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

“Okay. How about we play Go Fish?” “I hate that game,” I said flatly, crossing my arms. “Okay, how about Poker?” he suggested calmly, shuffling the cards. “No.” “Blackjack?” “No.” Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in his eye, one I hadn’t seen since the summer hunt. That felt so long ago now, even though it had only been two days. “Strip Poker?”

I tried to hold back a laugh by sipping my drink. I wanted her tonight; I couldn’t resist. There she was, the most fucking beautiful woman I had ever seen, and she was my wife. "I don’t remember agreeing to play strip poker," she remarked. Her lips formed a slight frown, but her eyes sparkled with playfulness. She realized she couldn't outmatch me in this game. "Are you giving up? Are you a coward? " I taunted, aiming to provoke her. Her lips quivered before she pressed them firmly together. The richness of her eye color intensified as she offered a sly grin.

" I reached out. He quickly stopped me and flipped the third card himself. He burst into laughter. "It's an ace! "The smallest straight flush!" He stared at me, excited. "Come on! Let's see what you've got!" "I fold." I tossed my cards into the pile. Buck froze. "You!" "I'm allowed to fold. That's not against the rules, is it, Uncle?" He had expected me to follow through. I was not that stupid. He exploded. The men around him did too. "Open it! She has to open!"

"Ready to strip, sweetheart?" I didn't flinch. I had spent years navigating the shark tank of high-society galas and Caleb’s boardroom dinners. I knew how to keep a poker face while men tried to undress me with their eyes. "Deal." I said flatly. The dealer slid a card to Brick, then one to me. Brick flipped his instantly. Jack of Spades. He grinned, leaning back. "Not bad to start." My heart rate spiked but my hand was steady. I reached out, pinched the corner of my card, and flipped it.

My son asked, "Daddy, why is that lady crying?" I said, "Everyone is in a poker game. "If we win, we will smile. "If we lose, we may cry." My son nodded as if he understood. "Oh, that lady must lose..."

“Eric thinks he’s the poker king after a few sessions with some poker hot-shots in Harlem,” Kate moans, grabbing the bottle of tequila and four shot glasses. “Let’s at least make this interesting.” An hour later, Eric is sitting in his underwear. Why he didn’t wear boxers is beyond me. I’ve lost my shirt, something which doesn’t bother me. Kate is also shirtless, sitting across from me in her bra and exposing a nice pair of tits. Then there’s Lena, looking all smug because she has the highest chip count and is still wearing a tank top and jeans. It’s our fourth round of shots, and somehow the game has turned into strip poker combined with truth-or-dare, except it’s all truth.

“All right, then. The stakes: if I win a hand… I choose what you do. Either you have to remove an article of clothing – your choice of what article – ” “Strip poker? Really?” I interrupted in a gimme a break voice, though to be honest, I was a little frightened. And turned on. “ – or you do what I tell you to do. My choice.” My heart thudded in my chest. “I have to do… what you say?” I squeaked out. “Yes.” “You’re not going to just say, ‘Come over here and do me?’” Which I wouldn’t mind, given my current state. He smiled again, that dangerous smile of his. “Not that fast. Think of it more as… foreplay.”

Picking a roll of cigarette, Stamp sat beside him and let out a boisterous laugh that can wake the whole neighborhood. "What the hell, man. You look so happy." He commented to his face sarcastically, mocking his sulking face. Mahiriko gave his friend a sarcastic smile as he light the cigarette. "You ate a lot of humor in you, Stamp." He replied and blows the fragrant smell of the weed. "What the hell happened to you? You look like hell, man." Stamp picked the half consumed roll and hit it. Mahiriko sneered and played the smoke at he blows it, forming a round circle in the air. "Congratulations to me, I just received the most plaguey speech from them. So nice." He snarkily uttered and lean hi

I rubbed a hand over my pec, surprised and feeling a little silly that my nipple was hard. "Stretch, if you can tear your eyes away from Tag's manly chest, it's your deal," Thane said. She blinked rapidly as heat rose into her cheeks again. She got the cards dealt and the flop turned. Thane's smile was huge. "All in," he said. "I fold." My nine and three weren't going to matter with the ten of clubs, King of clubs, and King of spades. Tove and Sweetcheeks called to get the flop and river cards. Both of them went all in.