Truth Or Dare Spicy Novels & Stories

she whispered back, grinning. Riley spun next. The bottle landed on Ethan. “Truth or dare, E?” she asked. “Dare. Let’s keep it spicy.” Riley thought for a second, glancing between him and Mia. “I dare you to kiss Mia’s neck for a full minute. No hands.”

Kate said sharply, taking a swig of her bear. "Of course I will," Jerry replied, whipping out a pack of cards from his pockets. "Truth or Fuck, is truth or dare, but the naughty kind. There are penalty cards if you lie or refuse to perform a dare." "Oh that's a relief," Tally muttered. Layla laughed. "I doubt you'd think that when we start playing. The cards are full of kinky shit." "They're not so bad, though," Lincoln chipped in, trying to breathe even. He was getting incredibly turned on, with his head so close to Layla's inner thighs, and her full heaving tits rising and falling just above him.

“Okay, don’t kill me but every part at ten we play truth or dare. You don’t get to pass. The bottle spins and picks two people. Then one of them calls truth or dare, and the other answers. If you chicken out—you strip.” “I’m sorry, did you just say strip?!” "Down to your underwear," Yara says cheerfully, not noticing the grimace in my voice. "Or less. Depends on your tolerance for shame." Oh, no, no, no. If it’s not obvious already, I hate truth or dare. I don’t see the point of spilling my secrets or being dared to do humiliating shit just to entertain drunk assholes. “I think I’ll pass—” “Girl, no,” Yara hisses, gripping my hand. “If you bail now, you’ll be marked for death. These people w

The bitter sweetened taste crouched over my taste buds and I felt the drink slowly hitting its way into my system. “Now it’s my turn.” I spoke, dropping the empty glass. “Truth or dare.” “It would be boring for me to pick truth, so it’s a dare.” My eyes held a shred of thought about what to dare him about. “I dare you to mmmm …..to take off your shirt and smut dance with someone.”

No one had ever felt this all-consuming. “No,” she said finally. A slow smile curved his mouth. “Good. So I’m the first.” She scoffed, partly to hide the sharp spike of her pulse. “You’re confident in yourself, aren’t you?” One dark brow lifted in challenge. “Is that your question?” “No,” she shot back quickly, leaning her elbows on the counter. “Truth or dare?” His mouth curved in that infuriating, devastating way. “Dare.” She tapped her chin in mock consideration, letting her gaze roam over him far more obviously than she intended. Then a slow grin tugged at her lips. “Take your top off.”

My lips dry in desperate on her skin. “Pyke!” I cough. “Babe.” My voice gets rough. Fuck! I want her badly. I want inside her so deep when my cock poking her warm bare pussy. This feeling is freaking insane. I’ve never been so aroused and controlled at the same time. “Stop yelling in my ear,” I say calmly, still shaking at the end. “That’s Twinkle, Parker’s Chinchilla.” I lick my lips. “W-who’s Parker? So, you have a pet in your apartment?”

Jenny Spins the bottle and it lands on Frankie and Mike Oh-oh "okay great, Frankie gets to ask Mike" Frankie clears her throat "Truth or dare?" "Truth" "Okay, why have you been such a jerk to my best friend, is it because she rejected you" everyone gasps "Well, i-its not-, shit, dare" "I dare you to answer the question" everyone claps for Frankie He nervously laughs"that's not how dare works, and I haven't been a jerk" Frankie rolls her eyes "fine, then I dare you to rap Gods plan, with your shirt off while jumping"

Desire burns in his eyes as he scans me from head to toe. I clear my throat and grin at him. I hate myself for what I'm about to do. But fùck it. "Truth or Dare, Damien." "Dare." His voice is husky. "I dare you to fùck me." ***

he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

She adjusted herself and arched forward on the chair, staring uncomfortably at Elena as she said "Let's begin", "So Lorraine, you won the game night, so we'll start with you. Truth or dare", Elena asked "Truth", "Is your boyfriend secretly rich?" Elena went right off the bat. Immediately Lorraine became greatly uncomfortable and tried to change her pick, "Dare. I meant to say "Dare," she quickly defended