Strip Poker Pov Novels & Stories

I said and crossed my arms. " Fred's drunk, I have no palace." She said and I sighed, turning to look at the water. " Let's play poker. " " Really?" I asked and she winked. " I prefer strip poker, I wanna see more of that." I said, tipping my chin to her dress. " You wanna play dirty?" " Deal?" I asked, staring at her seductively. I'm gonna regret this and I know it. This isn't even me. I have never suggested strip poker to anyone before. It's just strip poker right? Not gonna cause any harm.

He had Sarah all fired up when she lost 1 game. "Lets begin the excitement Sarah" Jacob smirked, there was a gleam of naughtiness in his eyes. The game is strip poker. Each time you lose, you lose an item of clothing. Sarah didnt know her sexual urges had heightened so much since they where now alone. Once she experienced it she didn't want to stop. The excitement and adrenaline, she loved the rush. By the end of 10 rounds of poker they were totally naked. Sarah was turned on, she felt it. She felt the rush starting, he breasts hardening and her nipples pointed to him.

I won’t give him the satisfaction. “Fun,” I mutter through clenched teeth. He smirks and reaches into his jacket pocket. A deck of cards appears between his fingers, and he tosses it onto the table. My brows pull tight. “Cards? Seriously?” He begins to shuffle. The sound is smooth, practiced. “I figured we could play a game.” My stomach drops. “What kind of game?” Hale’s grin sharpens. “Strip poker.” I scoff and push my chair back. “Absolutely not.”

There would be no strip poker, at least until after the real game had been played. Conversation remained light for most of the first hour of play, and Duncan found himself up at the end, but only by a little. Everyone else but Drake and Becky seemed to be down by a little. Kelly surprised everyone by going all in on the last hand of the hour. Duncan could tell she was bluffing, but didn't have the heart to put her out of the game. Marie looked up at him and chuckled. "All in," she said, smiling at Kelly. "Bitch," Kelly said with a smirk.

But something told me Marcus was about to push us even further. Details first. Five players. All lifestyle. All verified safe and tested. Strip poker with a twist. Winner gets to use the biggest loser however they want for an hour. Full scene, full submission, safewords respected. Jesus Christ. He wanted Tyler to potentially be used by a stranger if we lost. But fuck, the idea was hot. Watching Tyler be claimed by someone else while I supervised, making sure he was safe but letting him be thoroughly used. Seeing him submit to a command that wasn't mine, testing his obedience in a whole new way.

He came to my home alone, clearly intending to make amends. Standing before me, he held himself steady, his voice calm and unwavering. "Ms. Chandler, this isn't doing you any good. Even the Chandlers' fortune can't sustain this kind of wastefulness." I raised an eyebrow, sensing the subtle condescension in his words. Was he... lecturing me? I glanced over his shoulder, noting the absence of someone. "Where's your fiancée? Shouldn't she be apologizing to me too?" His lips pressed into a thin line, and he bent slightly at the waist, his posture a careful balance of humility and pride. "I'm here on her behalf. I apologize for what happened that day, but Ms. Chandler, you were the one who struck

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV I smiled a little while watching Valentina think hard. I passed out the cards and placed some on the table, face up. I could cheat if I wanted to because I was really good at it, but I didn’t need to since I knew she wasn't good at poker.

I point out. "It's how strip poker works when there are only two players left." Her smile is dangerous. "Unless you're scared." "I'm not scared." "Then prove it." We play the hand and when we flip our cards, I have two pair. She has a straight. "Fuck," I breathe. "Tank top," she says. "Off." My hands are shaking when I reach for the hem of my bra. But before I can pull it off, Amanda speaks again. "Wait. Actually, stand up first."

"Heh - I bet you get to see more of it pretty soon. I hope you don't mind, but I'm dying to see those tits of Sheri's." "Oh, they are perfect - you won't be disappointed. I've played several games of strip poker before, but they've always seemed to crap out at the underwear level. Maybe with just the four of us we'll actually get down to skin. I think Sheri will go for it, she's not too shy about her body. I know I'll go as far as they will."

But before I could do anything, Kian had already handed a black card over to the lady who was blushing earnestly. I gave him a death stare, and the lady walked back to pick up the card money extractor. “I didn’t ask you to pay for me.” I removed his hand from my shoulder; surprisingly, he didn’t protest. I shifted to the end of the chair, putting enough space between us. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He looked at the box and back at me. “You stopped eating pizzas three years ago. Why are you back to it?” “How do you… Right!” Stalker asshole. “That’s none of your business.” I eyed him.