Would You Rather Questions Dirty Novels & Stories

He leaned back with a smirk, adding, “But if we keep going around like this, you’ll at least be able to answer my questions, right?” I bit my lower lip, a hesitant nod escaping me. “I think so? But not those ridiculous questions you were about to ask a second ago.” Damien’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “Ah, but I was curious about your preferences when it comes to sex. Do you want it wild? Vanilla? Or maybe something a little more... torturous?” He leaned closer, his voice lowering. “Or perhaps, you’re into the kinky stuff?” I shook my head, a mix of disbelief and frustration washing over me. “Oh my god, stop. If you keep this up, we won’t be doing anything tonight except staring at each othe

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

"That's Dirty. He's the one that stuck his dick in my mouth. I bit him and ripped part of his dick off. My wolf slashed his chest when we tried to shift." "Your wolf is a bitch!" Dirty yelled. "So are you." I laughed. "My wolf has fantasies about you." "Really?" He sounded intrigued. "Yes. You wouldn't enjoy them." "Try me. I doubt a little girl and her wolf could have any fantasy that would shock me."

"Are you dumb?" "Yes, and I also smell!"

“Do you have sex with the women?” “No, definitely not. With all the diseases people are carrying these days. I don’t play with these women,” “What about the women on your lap” “Those women are for show. They get nothing from me. Don’t worry, beautiful.” “I’m not worrying about anything.” “Then why are you asking so many questions?” “I’m just curious.” “Mhmm, well, curiosity killed the cat.” “And satisfaction brought it back.” “Aaah, quick response, I see.”

Ira asked. "Of course, truth," I replied. "Well, you want to get into my pants. Am I right or am I right ???" Ira said. "Wrong question. It will be 'Am I right or am I wrong ?' isn't it ?" I asked and I am feeling blushed how she directly says this. "Well, well. I am right so why should I use the word wrong ?? And now why are you blushing my love? Isn't my answer right ?" Ira is smiling at me which makes me more jealous. So, I get on her couch and said,

A record. When I did, there was a message. You are going to ruin me, it said. I typed, Already did. Then I deleted it and sent, Bring coffee? There are lines I won’t cross. Honesty is not one of them.

"For this, because I know y'all sneaky bastards, everyone has a minimum of five truths and five dares. And you have to complete all of them." "Get on with it already," Rory said in his usual bored tone. "I'll start with you." Mikayla looked at him. "Truth or dare." Rory moved his gaze to her. "Truth." "What's the first dirty thing you'd do if you woke up as a girl?" Kimberly cocked an eyebrow. "Why, fuck my own pussy," Rory chuckled. "I always been wondering what it's like for you girls to do that shit." Kimberly rolled her eyes. "Your turn, ask someone."

Morgan walked up with big cue cards for the gentlemen to hold on their laps. “Ok, let’s bring out the ladies,” Dante declared, and Kimmy brought everyone out. “Welcome back, ladies. Let’s get started with the questions. What song do you like to sing the most in the shower or in the car? Nina?” “Easiest question ever!” Nina said, smiling. “Material Girl by Madonna.” Salvatore lifted his sign to show the matching answer. “Amelie?” “I honestly be throwing it down in the shower,” Amelie giggled. “Only place I can swear. Has to be Lose It by Eminem.” Nathan lifted his match, and Amelie hugged him.

Piss on my body adds to the mess-droplets flying off with every movement. Hit her tits and face. Jade's eyes are half-closed. mouth open. I lean down, my wet chest sliding over her breasts, rubbing my piss-skin all over her. She arches up, Rubbing against it, loving the filth. I quicken my pace, pounding into her harder. Her pussy clenches, Milking my cock. I can feel her getting wetter, juices flowing out around me. mixing with what's left of her piss.