Strip Poker Pov Novels & Stories

As it went on, and to no surprise to me, I got the winning hand. "Clearly, poker is not my strong suit," she grumbled as she put her cards down. "Now, strip," I said, smirking at her. I could already see her underwear through the damp white dress she had on. This game was about to get a whole lot interesting. She looked at me with furrowed brows, not understanding the game. "I said strip. This is strip poker, after all," I told her. I held back a smile and I tried to hide it immediately by taking a sip of my drink. I wanted her tonight. The temptation was far too much. There she was, the hottest woman I had ever laid eyes on, and she was my wife.

Straight to my point. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment. “I'm not here for your stupid game. You know I don't give a shit about poker.” I gestured towards his newfound minion, my eyes locking into his, forcing him to face me. “I'm here for him.” The tables fell silent. The players, all of them seasoned gamblers, knew when the tension had reached a breaking point. Even the dealer paused for a moment, sensing that something bigger than the cards was at stake.

Poker. The murderous bastard wanted to play poker. Lily strode toward the poker tables, drink in hand, her heels jabbing into the plush carpet with each angry step. She hadn’t expected to feel so much hatred and anger toward Walker Solomon, but the moment he’d sauntered up to the bar, she’d been hit with the full force of her rage.

“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.”

??? POV "Why are you here?" I looked at the two men in front of me dead in the eye. Elliott Hillingham and Sante Di Laura, the head of the Vipers. "I'd heard about your recent misfortune and came to offer my condolences at the loss," I said answering Sante as I held my poker cards close. A random girl was on my arm, occasionally running her fingers on my chest. "You never offer anything nor come for poker when invited," Sante said as he too, focused on his cards. Elliot was quiet, almost not completely with us. There was noise around and I really questioned Sante's decision to have poker in the middle of a busy casino.

The Bet and the Melody The backroom of the poker den reeked of cigar smoke and desperation, the air thick with the clink of chips and the low growl of men betting their lives away. Livia stood in the shadows, her black coat blending with the dim corners, her green eyes locked on Dante across the table. His slicked-back hair was mussed, his hazel eyes bloodshot, his hands trembling as he pushed his father’s watch—a tarnished silver heirloom—into the pot. Sofia stood behind him, her gold earrings glinting, her sultry smile urging him on.

Emma's POV The dimly lit room was abuzz with the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clinking of glasses. The air was thick with tension as two men sat huddled around a poker table, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The card dealer formally explained the rules to the men but neither of them were paying heed to him. Xavier said, “Best of luck, Alpha.” Draven did not say anything, unlike Xavier he remained calm and emotionless. The cards were dealt and the game officially began. The two men checked their cards and played the game carefully.

But I have yet to see or touch a man’s poking stick in person, in reality all I have ever saw was drawn illustrations posted online. "I'm warning you, don't go too far." His words sounds like nothing but a humming wind to my ears as I grabbed his hard length and gave it a squeeze out of curiosity. Even with the clothes blocking his rod, I can still feel it slightly trembling and heated against my palm. "Miss!" He was shocked. I gave him a teasing grin without letting go of his length, instead I massaged it. "Your pet is fidgeting and hot. Are you running a fever? Or should I help you solve it?"

“Are you telling me you have played strip poker?” “I never said that.” Alec whispered as Colt came back into the room with three cartons of cigarettes. “We each can have a pack.” Tossing me one, I pulled one out. “One to play and then go up from there.” “Sounds good to me.” Alec lifted his lip at me. I had to look away. That face always made my panty’s wet and I couldn’t do that in front of Colt. Alec knew that too, fucking asshole. We each put one in the middle of the table before Colt raised it by one. Alec folded and I matched him. “Okay.” Alec said before flipping one card over. It was a four of hearts.

Laughter punctuates the game, and each decision, whether strategic or whimsical, fuels the camaraderie in the room. "Anastasia, your poker face is giving away all your secrets." Joel says giggling hard "I never claimed to be a master. I'm just here for fun." I say laughing "And what fun it is! Who knew poker could be so entertaining?" Kendra adds As the game progresses, the conversations shift from tactics to tales of the day, creating a space where laughter and shared narratives intertwine. The room resonates with the echoes of a night well spent, where the simplicity of a card game becomes a conduit for connection.