Would You Rather Questions Dirty Novels & Stories

I glare at him as I reach forward to grab my glass of wine. “My turn then. I choose Truth.” I set the glass down as I go through several awkward questions in my head. But knowing Dominique, nothing is ever awkward to him. I guess he derives pleasure from awkward questions and uncomfortable moments. “What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?” A small smirk slips into his face as he stares at me. “Are you sure you want me to tell you?” “Oh, you don’t have to tell me.” Still smirking, he replies. “Of course.” With his arm on the chair, Dominique slowly taps his slender fingers on the arm. “I have always imagined you naked, with nothing shielding your body from me and you putting on red heels,”

"Same answer with you actually. Should I explain more? You already said the exact explanation I wanted to say." You giggled as you shook your head as a response which caused me to let out a small laugh as well. You, then, stood up and took the container filled with the would you rather questions closer to you. You placed it on your side which is just a few inch away from my head, then you laid your stomach once again. You picked one of the rolled paper, opened it, and read what was written inside. "Would you rather date a ghost me or not at all?" After you read the question, your eyes diverted back on me and spoke.

“With a friend.” “You have friends?” “Hah.” I sit on the floor and take off my heels. “I might have one or two left in this town.” Libby hands me a doll. “Play birthday party with me!” “For a few minutes,” I tell her, taking the Barbie. “Was this friend tall, handsome, and has a name rhyming with Smowen?” “Smowen? Really?” “That’s not a word, Mommy,” Libby says pointedly. “Did you have a sleepover with that man with the ducks?”

he said and his girlfriend burst out laughing while I was just wondering what kind of a weird fantasy that is. “That's like a p**n setting. Why don't you go act a p**n movie then?" She teased him and he smiled. “I only want one person or two to watch and not the whole goddamn world," he said and I found that quite funny as I gave a soft laugh. The game went on and it landed on Jane with Eden asking the question and Jane chose Truth. “Okay, same question to you. What's your dirtiest, naughtiest sexual desire?" He asked her and Jane went quiet for a while but she was biting down her lip with a shy but naughty smile.

was built." She whispered, and he knew that if he asked any more questions, they would have to start talking and getting to know each other, which was against her wish that night. Questions like, 'how are you scared of your cousin then? Is it because he beats you up? Does that mean you are scared of only one thing-violence?' "Okay, I like that." He responded, swallowing back the urge to ask questions, but the simple action sent sensations down to his hardened, veiny cock. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. If he didn't suggest something quick, he might have to fuck her right there in that pool, raw and unfettered. "Can we play would you rather? You know that little game, don't you

My eyes zero in on the bead of pre-cum that beads on the head and I have a sudden overwhelming urge to lick him clean. “How many guys have fucked you, Abigail?” He demands. I blink at the question, taken aback by the anger in his voice. How is this any business of his? “You have no right to ask me that,” I snap and his eyes narrow. He places a knee on the bed. “I need to know how many men have touched what’s mine.” My breath stutters in my chest at the crude image of his cock jutting out between his legs like that. Huge, hard and angry.

Matt said. "Why, you uncomfortable, Matt?" I asked. "Yeah, talking about other guys cum is weird!" he said. "What the fuck is this conversation?" Miranda asked, walking back into the room followed by John. The guy had his jaw clenched, and he had this look like a determined five year old on a mission. "Just talking about how Tom cums a lot," Sarah said. "Whatever," John said. "Sarah, Miranda and I decided your dare is to send everyone here your raunchiest, dirtiest photo of yourself that's on your phone."

I suggested. "Oh okay but I never played that before," Jacob admitted. "No worries, it's super simple. Layla and I always play it back at home. We just take turns asking each other hypothetical questions with two options," I explained. "Sounds interesting," Jacob responded. "Ready to give it a go?" I asked eagerly. "Yeah, sure." "Okay, here's the first question: Would you rather go on a romantic getaway to a secluded cabin in the woods or have a candlelit bath together with rose petals?" I asked, preparing to hear his answer.

Camilla narrows her eyebrow at me and laughs, “Seriously, we just answered like a hundred questions in there.” I let out a small chuckle as I swipe my screen to prevent the phone from locking. “They are not educational, just a few questions for fun.” I tell her and he nods slowly. I look back to my phone and clear my throat, “Would you rather drink water for six days straight or anything but it has to have a little spit in it.” Camilla snorts, “Spit clearly.” “Yea,” I giggle. “I guess we do drink spit when kissing.”

I watched him curiously as he opened the card and a slight chuckle escaped his lips. He looked up at me and smirked while I rolled my eyes at him. "Which is your favorite kind of sex: soft, slow, and sweet or aggressive, fast, and feisty?" He asked as I gaped unbelievably at him. How would I even know the kind of sex I would prefer when I haven't tried it out well, I almost did with Lucas. "Are all the questions dirty?" I asked avoiding his question but I'll still have no choice but to answer it.