Would You Rather Questions Dirty Novels & Stories

"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?"

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.

"I'll start " He chipped in and i shrugged. "Truth or dare " He asked and i folded my lips to think for some moments. "Truth " I replied and waited for him to speak up. "Ever gotten wet? "He asked and i furrowed my brows. Its like he noticed and spoke up, afterwards. "I mean have you ever had the urge to have sex? "he asked and my eyes widened. "Andre, are you crazy?! Why would you ask a question like that? "I yelled, embarrassed.

“This is torture.“ I cry. “Fuck, don’t stoppp. Ohhh, daddy, please. Please.” He bites and tease, then drops it too. “Fuck.” My body sags against the door. My breath rushes, my tits rising up and down. My feet stumbles backward, my hands pressing into the wall beside me to hold my weight. Slicky wetness grease my feet and I look down to see I’ve made a filthy mess on the floor. He snorts. “Dirty girl.” He scorched down between my legs, hands on the wall, not touching. I might really die now.

"Katharina..." ' God when you say my name it feels so fucken good.' "Baby please..." She winked, 'baby come on.. I am asking you a question here. Just answer me please.' "Don't ask me such questions.. worse when you know an answer to it.." She ached her brow, 'non at all? Baby don't you watch porn?' My face flushed so fucken much, "umh what does that have to do with this..." 'oh okay you watch it. So you've seen loads of skinny ass white girls naked but are scared to see me?'

“How good is that man in bed?” “R-Really?” She avoided their eyes even more. Out of all the possibly less-mature questions, they could’ve asked, why that extremely mature and uncomfortable one?! “Come on! We can see his big dick even with a fancy suit on! Can we at least know how long it is?” “G-Guys!” “Shut up, Big Amy.” Big Rory covered Big Amy’s face with her hands, pushing her away. Rolling her eyes away from the naughty friend, Big Rory curiously looked down at Leal.

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

I said. “Do you like p**n,” he asked. I felt my face heat up, here I sat in this elevator with this gorgeous creature, and he was asking me about p**n. “Well, sometimes, I do if it’s tastefully done,“ I answered honestly. “Define tasteful,” he said. “You know partially clad women or men are fine, without all the flesh,” I answered quickly. “So you don’t like just fucking for a magazine, with hardcore pictures,” he asked?

The dude smells as much as he looks like sex on a stick, but would rather stab someone than answer a question. If he’s actually paired with Aya........

"that's good it's beautiful from here. Hey do you want to play a game" "if you want to play board games then sorry I suck at it" "Nah, I am talking about twenty questions" "Okay but I will go first, what is your favourite spot" " I like to be in the open air so I spend most of my timer on the terrace" "Ohh, your turn now" After two miners of silence, he said "who do you hate the most" "I don't hate maybe I am disappointed by some people but I don't hate anyone"