Would You Rather Questions Dirty Novels & Stories

“That’s an excellent question. However, seeing how this baby had been fondled by multiple men earlier, I bet it will just taste like old ball sacs.” Laughing at Queenie’s crude comment about those men earlier, the viewers were patient as the streamer pulled out some wet wipes. Some joked about mysophobia, while others claimed it was a fair test. Those who bothered to study at school complained that the taste of wet wipes would overpower the raw taste of money, but nobody cared about their opinion. They simply wanted to see London putting it in her mouth.

Fully knowing my whole body, he asks, “how wet are you right now, Madame President?” Fuck. Nothing will top the way he asks me that filthy question while addressing me as my formal title. He makes it all dirty, forbidden, and dangerous. He is creating this game for me to have all my anticipation begging for him. I never felt dirtier in my life and I love it. I look at him, never backing down. “So much and we both know whose fault is that.” He chuckles, but his eyes are already darker for need to devour me. Oh to have this man do the begging…

“That’s boring. We should be able to explain why it is yes or no to be more exciting!“ said Clark. Everyone looked at Clark. “What?” quietly asks Clark. “I support Clark. His suggestions are a lot better!“ said Ashlee. “Indeed, it is hard without explanation!” said Belle, laughing. “You’re a judge all the time! “ “Just one question, though! One question, one explanation. New round again!“ said Matt. “Okay, game!” said Sasha. “If you could change something about your body, what would it be?” Matt said. “What sort of question is it? My body is such perfection!“ said Sasha.

╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RUBY FRIDAYS Reveal the truth for the question: "If someone you know committed a gruesome murder, would you help them cover it up? In what possible ways would it be?" ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛ The dimly lit room was my only company as I waited for the impossible to happen. My hands began to tremble, betraying my fragile courage. I knew this question would determine the way I would be perceived, the way I would be viewed from now on. The lucidity I felt before suddenly felt like a damn haze, and I had no idea of what was in store for me, but I had to find out.

Her eyes nervously scanned the words. "Oh crap.", she exclaimed, "Can I pick another one ?" "No way girlfriend.", Jen squealed, "You read the rules. You have to answer. What's the question ?" " Um, it says, Have you at any time ever masturbated anyplace other than home ?", she read softly, barely looking up from the card.

I would be twenty one by next month. We were both playing truth or dare like we were some high school kids. It was actually fun though but Brian made me answer most of the dirty questions he asked. Like what my favorite sex position was? To be honest, I never said anything about it because it only brought bad memories. Damon and Sasha. Those crazy punks!

I feel his cum starting to leak out around him, dripping down onto the couch, and all I can think is more. “We’re not done,” I whisper. He lifts his head. His eyes are dark. “What’s on your dirty little mind.” “The window,” I say with a grin. “I want everyone to see.”

“What kind of games did you bring?” Melissa gave Amber a mischievous smile, digging through her bag. “I have ‘Would you rather?’, ‘Truth or dare?’, and a few rounds of ‘Never have I ever’.” She pulled out a deck of cards and a bottle. “Let’s get started!” “Sounds like fun!” Amber said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s start with ‘Would you rather?’.” Melissa dealt out two cards and flipped them over, revealing two pictures: a pile of gold coins and a pile of diamonds. “Alright. Would you rather be the richest person in the world or the smartest?”

“What are you saying? Were you thinking about something dirty, perhaps?” “Hell no, I wasn't-” “Thinking of being in my arms, so I could grab you tight and kiss you?” “No, Mr. Thale, that's not it.” “You wanted me to place you on the couch and pull off your shirt and pants?” “Not at all, you're thinking beyond my imagination.” “You want me to lick and suck you until you come?” “Fuck! Mr. Thale, that's dirty.” “Yes, it's dirty, and that's precisely what I want.”

I murmured, barely able to speak. The girls all growled with disappointment. They wanted dares. Dirty ones. Nasty ones. “Okay, Kelly,” the girl said, thinking of her question. I was sure she already had a dare in mind. “If you could do any famous woman, who would you be with?”