Would You Rather Questions Dirty Novels & Stories

I said repeating his words. "Did you ever watch any p*rn? If yes what was your reaction?" He asked making me disgust at this.. "Eww...you have such a dirty mind Kabir...i will not answer you that..." I said getting away from him. "Why? Its common question and i will not judge you by your answer...i promise" he assured me but i feel shy to answer it. "Please tell na..." He insisted again.

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

I asked. "No," she answered hesitantly. "It was Ok, wasn't it?" "More than Ok. But why? Why haven't you ever done it before? Didn't your husband want you to?" I asked, while I slowly long stroked her. "Yeah, he used to want to a lot, but it's just so dirty," she responded. "It is dirty. In a great way," I told her. "It seemed too nasty." "What else was too nasty?" I asked.

“What’s your body count?” Alicia wanted the ground to open and swallow her. She didn’t want her business out there and she doesn’t think she ever mentioned to either Anna or Andre that she’s been fucking. “I don’t know why you wanna know that.” “It’s a game, don’t be boring and thank goodness we don’t have to drink if we don’t wanna answer it.” Betty added. “I thought the game was supposed to be played according to questions and then pointing at the person who your question aligns to?” Alicia added.

“We did. Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. Ok, let me think of another question. Ok, I have it. What’s your wolf’s name?” “Jake. Yours?” “Missy. But that counts as your question 5, so let me think of another question…. Mashed potatoes or French fries?” “That’s an odd question. Mashed potatoes. Question 6. Coffee or hot chocolate?” “Neither. Dessert or steak?” “Are we talking food? Because if we are talking food, steak. If dessert can include a female, dessert all the way.”

They get a free pass for now. Jace grabs the bottle and spins it again and this time, it lands on Evren. “Truth or dare?” “Truth,” Evren answers in his usual indifferent tone, as if this game is boring him. But I know better. Reed leans forward, a sly gleam in his eye. “Alright then. What’s your favorite sex position?” His—what? Heat rushes to my cheeks so fast I nearly choke on air. Of all the questions… of course Reed would go there. The brute.

We’re going to be so busted. “Each person has ten seconds to answer.” So fucking busted. “We’re going to start with Richard and Liv.” Richard and Liv chuckle, putting on their game faces. My heart is beating wildly in my chest. It’s just a silly game, but I can’t help but feel competitive, the ugly need to always win, that damned valentine trait. “Richard, Liv, what is Liv’s favorite color?” Those were the questions? That’s an easy one. Anyone who’s seen me twice would know my favorite color was white.

"Alright. Let's spin the bottle once again." The digital bottle spun, and it pointed on me again. I took a deep breath as I say my decision, "I-I m choosing truth." "It seems like you don't really want me to ask you to do something, huh?" Sylus said, smirking at me. "J-Just ask the question," I said, my voice a little firmer. Sylus' smirk grew wider. "Alright, alright. Here is my question. Do you like it when I kiss you? Or when I say something dirty?"

“And I'll do ten questions! Now, let's get started. I'll answer the three most repeated questions.” FlamingHOT15: Are you trans? MarkMark: What's your real name? Do you have a mate? Internetperv🍆: Are those boobies real? Do you have a mate? Who's he? AshlynTera: Do you have a mate yet? He must be so lucky!?

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.