Would You Rather Questions Dirty Novels & Stories

* * * We'd arrived home and at the moment, we were seated in Cas' bed about to play a game of twenty-one questions. "Little SP, I didn't want this to be a get to know you session or a virgin game so I got the questions pack." He waved it in the air. " Which set or edition is that?" I asked. " Fifty questions, naughty edition." He smirked. " Totally expected it." I rolled my eyes. "The cards are numbered so we'd pick at random and on this sheet we'd tick the already picked card." He said and handed me the pencil. " And we'd make it fast too so it doesn't get boring. It'll be a speed game." I said.

He asked. “There are not what I want.” I answered. “What do you want?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. “Dirt.” I answered a little embarrassed, it was embarrassing. No one should want to eat dirt or taste what it is like and I had no idea why that was exactly what I wanted. “Dirt?!” Connor asked with a wide eyes and I nodded. “Of everything you could eat, why the fuck will you choose dirt?” He asked again. “Because that’s what I want.” I said, my voice breaking like I’d cry if I didn’t get what I want.

Callum: Would you rather win $25,000 or have your best friend win $100,000? I can’t keep the dopey grin from spreading across my face as I read it. I’ve lost count of how many would-you-rather questions we’ve volleyed back and forth at this point, but I’ve been enjoying the game. You can learn a lot about a person based on their answers, and I’m slowly but surely getting to know the mysterious Callum Conway through these silly hypotheticals. Vanessa: Easy. 100k to my bestie. Callum: How’d I know that would be your answer?

Roman is afraid of what I might do. I get out of my chair. "I'd like to shower before I eat. Would you like to join me?" I ask him. I run my hand down to his bulging pants after I touch his chest. I stroke his cock with a few light pats. I'm sure he wants me. The bulge in his pants says he wants. "I cannot fuck you," Roman says. I snicker. "You don't have to fuck me, just watch me shower and play with my pussy," I tease him.

"What choice?" I opened my mouth and closed it. Finally, I told the truth. "The choice between you.” I pointed to Oliver, “And him." Julian. --- Oliver's face went pale. "You're kidding me." "I'm not." "You're serious." He ran a hand through his hair. "You're actually, you're choosing between us?" "I'm not choosing." I stepped closer to him. "I'm asking." "Asking what?" I took a breath. "Asking if you can share."

Danrious suddenly blurted out, which stupefied me. "Huh?" I asked stupidly in return. He approached me and crouched before me before speaking again. "I'm asking you if you're trying to seduce me?" He asked, and I just raised an eyebrow at his question. What kind of stupid question was that? What's so seductive as a sweaty woman scrubbing the bathroom floor? "Is it hot in here?" He asked me.

" Would you rather," " Ah!" I nodded in agreement hiding behind the fact that that was the most lamest game ever. I'd rather play Truth or Dare , or Never have I ever... anything but Would you rather. But seeing as Tina was the one controlling this conversation, I happily obliged to being her puppet. Take the strings, Tina.

Ruth said excitedly. "That's childish Ruth .. "Richard breath out. "Then let's play d!rty. "Ruth suggested. I smiled inwardly. Ruth is just having false hope, Richard would never agree to that. "I'll start. "Richard said and my jaw dropped. Did I hear right?? "Amanda's, truth or dare? "He asked but not looking at me. I gulped and just wanted to play innocent for now. "T.. Truth. " "Good, Who is the father of your unborn child? "He asked.

When I turned the page, I realized this was no ordinary test. Question 1 read: “How long have you been a cheating fuck slut?” I looked up at the boss. He stared back at me, completely serious. “To have any hope of getting the job, all questions must be answered. There are twenty in total.” My heart raced, and my pussy clenched with fresh need. I answered every filthy question as honestly as I could, each one turning me on more: - There are two cocks in front of you. Which of your three fuck holes would you prefer to be stuffed first?

"Sebastian do you want to play twenty questions?" I asked as I went to sit next to him. "What is that?" He asked lowering the volume of the TV. "We just ask each other questions basically." I replied." "What type of questions?" I mentally did a face-palm. "Serious, random or even dirty." "Oh. Do I have to answer all the questions?" "No, not if you don't want to," I replied, he was always so secretive. "Okay sure."