Truth or Dare

"Truth or dare?" I ask you over the phone while my hand absentmindedly traces circles around my chest through my shirt.

"Uh, truth."

"Damn. I wanted you to pick dare." I complain. We've been playing this game over the phone for a few nights now and we're starting to run out of ideas so it takes me a minute to come up with a question. "Okay. What's the craziest thing you've ever done?"

"Well, I went shark diving once," I don't even have to see your face to know you're smirking at me right now.

"Smartass. I meant sexually."

"Then next time be more specific. Truth or dare?"

"You're not going to answer my question?" I exclaim, annoyed by your constant flow of snark.

"Not yet. Don't be so impatient." Fuck. You know I love when you tease me. "Truth or dare?" you continue.

"Truth."

"Oh come on. You haven't picked dare all night."

"Don't be so impatient," I mock. "I'll pick dare in a bit, I promise. Whatcha got for me?"

"What are you wearing right now?" you say.

"You dork," I laugh, "I'm just wearing pajamas."

"Haha, hot."

"Alright, my turn again. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Alright smartass. What's the craziest thing you've done sexually?"

"Remember that night in the parking garage?" escort şişli Images of you pulling me into the backseat of your car before binding my hands behind my back with a necktie flash through my mind.

"Fuck. That was a good night." I respond as my hand makes its way towards my panties. The memory of that night alone is getting me into the mood to take this game to another level.

"A very good night. Anyways. Truth or dare? I mean, you're clearly going to pick truth again. So I guess a better question is what rating do you want your truth to be? PG? R? XXX?" you chuckle.

I pause for a minute, wondering if I'm ready to take this game further. The memory of being tied up in your car has really turned me on so I want to say dare, but I'm nervous about what you're going to give me.

Fuck it.

"Dare."

"Dare? Are you sure?"

"110%."

"Well...I dare you to come over right now."

"Give me twenty minutes."

My heart is racing as I change into your favorite set of my lingerie. I throw on a long jacket over top of the nearly see-through blue lace underwear, zipping the jacket up all the way so it just looks like I'm wearing a short dress underneath. I grab clothes for tomorrow and throw a toothbrush and a few condoms into my bag escort etiler and I'm rushing out the door.

I knock on your door excitedly waiting for an answer. It creaks open and you're standing in front of me shirtless and in your boxers. "Well hi there," you mutter in a low seductive tone. I'm not feeling patient enough for pleasantries right now. You've got me too ramped up from this game. I gently push you back into the apartment, latching the door behind me. You're surprised because I'm usually not so forward, but we both can feel that tonight is different. I guide your hand to the zipper of my coat, hinting for you to pull down. The jacket falls to the ground as "oh fuck" slips out of your mouth when you realize I'm not wearing anything besides underwear.

I walk you to your couch, guiding you into a seated position before straddling your lap. I run my fingers through your hair and just look at you for a second before going in. Our lips lock, tongues twisting, teeth biting lips, as we treat each other like our only source of oxygen. My right hand locks in your hair, firmly keeping your lips pressed against mine. My left hand has started to wander down your chest, lightly tracing up and down with my nails. My fingers fiddle with the elastic band of your boxers as you begin bayan escort taksim to moan from the feeling of my wet warm mouth sucking on your tongue. You know that other parts of you are about to get the same attention and you're craving it.

My hips grind against you on the couch as I feel you begin to get hard beneath me. I don't want to give it to you just yet, but I'm dying to go further myself, so I give in. I start kissing your neck, flicking my tongue against your skin as I work my way down to your chest, your stomach, and eventually that elastic band again. I come up and kiss you on the mouth one last time while my thumbs hook your boxers, slowly sliding them down releasing you to the open air.

I take you in my mouth and start gliding my head up and down, sucking and licking every inch of you that I can handle. My right hand caresses you at the base and I'm starting to get so turned on that I let my left hand drift down to my panties, gently rubbing myself as I continue to suck you off. You shift in your seat a bit, my warm, smooth, wet mouth feels so good that you're starting to moan. Hearing what I can do to you drives me wild so I start going faster (both on you and myself). You feel the vibrations from my own moaning and it only turns you on more. You grab my hair and gather it into some sort of handle, using it to pull me and guide my head to meet your thrusts. We speed up even more until you suddenly pause. I keep going and finish you off, swallowing every drop.

I look up at you, smile, and ask, "Truth or dare?"