Truth Or Dare Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

We end up in a circle on the floor like we’re at some middle school sleepover except the whiskey is expensive and the stakes feel higher for some reason. Nash goes first. “Xavier. Truth or dare.” “Dare. Obviously.” “I dare you to tell us the last person you hooked up with.” Xavier grins. “That’s not a dare, that’s a truth question disguised as a dare.” “Answer it anyway.” “James from calc. Two weeks ago in the darkroom after school.” Cole nearly spits out his drink. “You fucked someone in the darkroom?” “Not fucked. Just messed around. There’s a difference.”

Kellan will be here soon. It’s time. When he demanded my secret from me last night, I thought first of lying, but he held my orgasm ransom until I told him what he wanted to know. “What’s the one fantasy you’ve never told anyone?” he asked. I was on my back, spread wide before him, open to his gaze. His arm stretched out across my leg, hand grip- ping me right at the juncture of hip and thigh, while his elbow pinned me to the bed. I would’ve said it made me feel uncomfortable, but it didn’t.

“No, bitch. It’s truth or dare. With stakes.” “What kind of stakes?” I asked warily. Kassandra held up her phone, where a notepad app read: > No skips. No soft dares. No safe truths. If you back out, you do a body shot off a stranger downstairs. Or kiss the bouncer. Or… fúck someone Your choice.> My soul left my body and before I could blink, the bottle spun. “Okay, Cass…” Davina said, licking her lips as it stopped. “I dare you to—” She leaned in, grinning with devilish glee. “—let this guy eat sushi off your stomach. Blindfolded.”

He can hear Evan saying that men who only like him when nobody is watching do not become safer because they look wounded. He asks anyway. “Can a man lie for so long that the lie becomes easier than the truth?” Adrian does not move. The restaurant continues around them. Forks touch plates. A server speaks softly near the bar. Somewhere behind Julian, a woman laughs at something that has nothing to do with them. At their table, the question remains open. Adrian looks at the recorder. Then at Julian. They both know this is no longer only for the article. “Yes,” Adrian says quietly.

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

"It was just a joke, Elena! Don't take it seriously. It was only a game of truth or dare." The blue-haired man beside him immediately chimed in agreement, his performance over-the-top, "Yeah, that's it! Don't get the wrong idea, Elena! We're used to joking around like that during games, just for the vibes, you know?" Everyone else seemed to snap to their senses and hurried to keep the peace. "Oh, yes, that's right. You know how Tracy is; her brain can never keep up with her mouth!" "If Alaric's first time was with her, we would've heard about it! We'd have made a running joke out of it, too!"

Ronan, of course, was no exception. I still remember the first time I met her. She loved Truth or Dare, and each dare was more outrageous than the last. Other people's punishments were to go pick a fight with some punk on the street; when it was my turn, she ordered me to act out our favorite sexual position with Ronan in front of everyone. I only whispered that the dare was crass, and Clara immediately stormed out, red-eyed, slamming the door behind her. The mood in the room soured instantly, and they all rushed out after her, with Ronan leading the pack.

“Dare.” Jake swallowed. “Take off your shirt… and let me touch your chest.” Tyler didn’t hesitate. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a lean, toned torso from years of soccer. Jake’s hand trembled slightly as he reached out, palm sliding over Tyler’s smooth skin, feeling the warmth and the quick beat of his heart. His fingers brushed a nipple, and Tyler shivered. “Feels good,” Tyler whispered. “Your turn. Truth or dare?” “Dare.”

A small bud shines through the light from the lamp on my bedside table. “Have you seen like this before?” “No!” I answer. “Then how did you know?” I roll my eyes. “Don’t answer, and I don’t wanna know.” He sounds annoyed, throwing condoms into my bed. “I’ve never seen in real life, in fact, I’ve never touched a cock before,” I admit. This is ridiculous. “But girls like us talk, you know.” I shrug. He freezes from crawling to my bed. “I knew it. Shit!” He swallows hard.

"Dave has just been telling me you have been having bisexual fantasies about him and I. He told me some very private details about some of the times that you and I had made love. He also showed me some of the role playing messages you sent to him." "That's not true," I tried to interrupt. "He has been trying to get me to suck his dick, its gross." "Mel," Nicole said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to give Dave blowjobs, that is fine. I mean, I don't like sucking your dick but I do it all the time. It might be a little gross but it's nothing to be ashamed of and its worth it when I do it because I get to see you happy."