Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)
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				Title: <strong>Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 05:56:36</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Orlando_Bloom_-1-300.jpg)<br><br><em>Masquerade, paper faces on parade, masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you...</em><br><br>The music playing in the background of the Masons' annual Christmas party was particularly appropriate because, this year, Mr. and Mrs. Mason had decided to make the party a masquerade. The Masons, of course, were by far the richest family in town, and had invited the elite of society to the party at their mansion.<br><br>Of course, not everyone at the party was as "thrilled" to be there as the host and hostess. In fact, David Mason, the Masons' only son, was less-than-enchanted with the whole thing. A recent graduate from law school, the 26 year old was dressed to the nines in a tuxedo with polished black shoes, David's face was covered with a red and gold beaked mask, his eyes scanning the crowd for someone his age--younger worked too, naturally. Of course, with some of the elaborate masks going around, it was nearly impossible for him to tell one woman from another...<br><br>Giving a perhaps too-loud sigh, David grabbed another champagne glass from one of the waiters nearby, downing it in a couple of gulps and placing it back on the tray. <em>There's another crappy thing about these parties,</em> David thought to himself, <em>so much booze going around, but none of it is strong enough to get you wasted...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 06:59:02</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Masquerade-girl.jpg)<br>&nbsp;<br>Delilah Simmons was the daughter of a well-to-do oil tycoon, and often got to partake in a multitude high society events such as the masquerade. Forced to maintain an angelic demeanor constantly was draining, as she wasn't the most innocent girl on the planet. In fact, she was more devious than her family would ever even dare to think. And even though going to all of their functions and galas rubbed her the wrong way, she continued to be the perfect daughter of the wealthy family everyone expected her to be.<br>&nbsp;<br>Wearing a black and white patterned designer dress (http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/studio_blu/dresses/mq.jpg) and a pair of plain black heels, she arrived to the party. Her mask was white with black sequins and beads, black and white feathers sticking out on the left side of the mask. Her lips were as red as the stripe on a candy cane.<br>&nbsp;<br>Grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the waiters that walked by, she began to move about the floor and greet the people she could recognize through the masks and knew. "Pleasure to see you again, sir," and "Charmed, madame," along with some "It's been far too long," tossed into the mix. Sipping at her champagne a little faster than most, she was already nearly done with her first glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 07:08:45</strong>
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				Of course, the secret life of young socialites was never what it appeared to be, and the naughty ones could more often than not ferret each other out quite easily. So it was quite easy, when Delilah walked in and started to sip at the champagne just slightly faster than the rest, for David to at least guess that she was a kindred spirit. Without her mask, of course, David might recognize her as one of the younger students in a sailing class he'd taken in high school, but even that wasn't assured.<br><br>Still, there was something to be said for the<em> game</em> that the masquerade posed, so David didn't exactly go straight for her. No, there were more fun and more devious games to play than that, at least for the time being. So instead, David simply milled through the crowd near her, taking a glass of champagne and sipping it carefully, emulating the rest of the guests. Everytime he passed near Delilah, though, he'd make a turn, a bow, or some kind of movement that would allow him to brush his hand against Delilah's exposed skin. There was an intentional quality to the move, so Delilah knew that he was aiming for her, and a sensual one as well--but David was good at the game, and he was aiming to avoid being caught.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 07:24:58</strong>
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				Delilah moved about, politely turning down invites to dance--she did not dance--and keeping an eye on her surroundings. There was one person in particular who caught her glance, one who kept reappearing. One who couldn't escape her keen eyes, her love of the <em>game</em>. She decided to pretend to ignore him, a smirk forming on her face as she made her way from one side of the room to the other. She knew a fair deal about games, and decided to play one of her own. A little, old fashioned game of keep away. And it was obviously in a way that screamed 'come get me' judging by the teasing grins she tossed over her shoulders at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 07:30:19</strong>
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				David knew he'd been spotted, and that just made it more fun. It was time to corner her, to confront her--and then what? To make the game even bigger, to raise the stakes, of course. With each grin she threw him, he returned an eye roll, but his interest in her was obvious. The game of chase went on for a good half hour, flirtatious glances exchanged through the crowd. David wasn't sure to be honest whether his better understanding of the layout--it was his house after all--or simple boredom on Delilah's part ended the game, but soon enough he was able to isolate her at the base of a staircase, separated somewhat from the crowd. Mask still covering his face, he chuckled. "God I hate these parties... but I do love playing games that no-one else knows about."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 07:46:45</strong>
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				She was surprised at how long it lasted, and she had just about been ready to give in when he came up to her. Leaning against the elegant staircase, sipping at her forth champagne, she shot him another smile during his approach. "It <em>was</em> quite fun," Delilah admitted, studying David now that he was close enough to get a good look at. "Do I know you? You look... familiar. Or, at least, I think you do." Her eyes drank him up faster than she was downing the champagne, a playful demeanor emanating from her. She offered her hand out to him, introducing herself, "Delilah. Delilah Simmons."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 07:52:45</strong>
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				"The name sounds familiar..." David thought for a while, canting his head. "Portsmouth yacht club sailing class, perhaps?" He asked her quite matter of factly, not removing his mask yet. The masks were part of the game, and he still didn't want to strip those away. He hadn't seen Delilah Simmons in years, and she hadn't seen him either. It would be fun to see faces later--but sure, she could have a name now. "I'm David Mason." He took her hand and shook it gently, as he should, then pressed it to his lips. But once it was there, his lips parted slightly, his tongue flicking quickly at the skin, like a snake--a sensation that might feel sensual on her hand, but which would doubtless draw out ecstasy if applied... <em>elsewhere.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 08:01:11</strong>
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				"Sailing class," she groaned, rolling her eyes and setting her empty glass down on the tray of a passing waiter. In that class, during the final test sail that they each got to do, she ended up running into the dock and knocking a person off of the dock out of fear. It was embarrassing, to say the least. When his tongue grazed her flesh, her eyebrows rose just over her mask and she laughed lightly. "David," she purred, pressing a finger to her lips in thought, "Yep, you're from the sailing class. Hardly remember you, though." That was a lie, as she had thought him to be quite the attractive fellow back then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 08:04:35</strong>
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				He shrugged nonchalantly at her comment, smirking under his mask as he added, "Of course, everyone remembers you. Gave old Mr. Armstrong a refresher swimming lesson, as I recall." David chuckled, trying to see if he could get a rise out of her before he continued. "You know the great thing about these masks? No-one notices if you disappear from the party for a few minutes... or a few hours." A smirk became a grin as he cocked his head flirtatiously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 08:15:02</strong>
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				"That yacht was configured much more differently than my father's, I'll have you know," Delilah defended herself in a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. When he mentioned disappearing for a few hours, she perked up once again and ran her tongue over her lips. "Do you know somewhere we can run off to?" she asked in approval, winking at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 19:12:46</strong>
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				<em>Still sensitive about it, huh?</em> David thought to himself, smirking. He watched her run her tongue over her lips and his mind mused over a thousand other uses for it. He grinned as he replied to her. "Hey, I live here, remember? I know a thousand places we could disappear to. Head up the stairs." He gestured to the stairs next to her, which led to the bedrooms in the house. He'd briefly thought about taking her down to the wine cellar downstairs, but decided that might be a bad idea--who knew when the waiters might need more champagne?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 01:45:21</strong>
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				"I didn't know you lived here," she said, smirking. Her powers of perception and remembering weren't the most fantastic--Delilah remembered those who came to events at her home often, but other than that, she didn't really take the time. Moving up the stairs, her hand delicately running along the rail as she walked. Standing at the top, she moved to the side and made a curious face towards David, wondering which way to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 05:00:36</strong>
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				"Well, I live here for the holidays." David shrugged. "I have my own place in town, but since there are all these parties, it's easier for me to go back to my old bedroom for a week or so. Turn left..." The number of bedrooms upstairs wasn't that large--five or six at the most--but they were huge. When they reached the end of the hall, David glanced back to make sure no-one was watching them before he nudged Delilah into a bedroom on the right, kicking the door closed and locking it behind them.<br><br>Inside, the bedroom was impressive. An oak four-poster bed was in the center, and there were several chests and armoires around the room. A flat-screen TV connected to a sound system was mounted directly opposite the bed, and doors led to a balcony, walk-in closet, and a private bathroom with a whirlpool tub. Along one of the side walls rested a minibar, stocked with bottles of liquor and some empty glasses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:12:23</strong>
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				"That makes plenty of sense," Delilah responded, nodding as she followed his directions. She entered the bedroom once he nudged her, looking around with a smirk. It was even bigger than hers back at home, and his bed looked fantastic. Her eyes fell on the minibar, and she walked over to it, checking out the goods. "Wanna mix me a drink that isn't five percent alcohol?" Delilah laughed, commenting on the champagne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:19:42</strong>
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				David walked over to the bar and poured straight shots of Grey Goose vodka--seven each--and placed them on a small table near the bed. "Now don't drink it all now... I was figuring two shots each right now, and five more for the game." Even through his mask, Delilah would be able to see a seductive twinkle in his eye, and his grin would get as big as it ever had been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:25:31</strong>
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				Her eyes met his and caught that twinkle, it almost made her melt. Even masked, he was hotter than hell. "Game?" Delilah asked, going over to sit on his bed, picking one of the shots and downing it like a champ. "I love games." She picked the second one up and drank it, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:29:08</strong>
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				"Truth or dare. For adults." He smirked to her, licking his lips as he defiantly downed a shot, clacking the glass loudly onto the table. "Anything goes, and the only way you get 'out' of a truth or dare is by downing one of the five shots. If you're out of shots, there's no refusing. Sound like fun?" An eyebrow raised as he downed the second shot, eyes locking seductively with hers through the mask. Then, as a calm aside, "Oh... and if you enjoy this game, I'll have you know I've been looking for a... partner for some other games I'd love to try."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:32:37</strong>
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				Delilah licked her lips, placing her hands behind her and leaning back on his bed slightly. "That sounds great," she told him, her sultry eyes matching his seductive gaze. Her mind tried to piece him together under the mask, but she was having a hard time. It had been years, and they had probably both grown up quite a bit. "And... I do love games, like I said." She winked at him. "Truth or dare?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:35:30</strong>
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				"Mmm... I like a lady who takes the initiative." His lip curled up as he thought to himself, wanting to draw the game out some. "I'll choose a dare, for now." He reclined on the bed, stretching his feet out and flicking off his shoes, showing that he was relaxed and ready to spend a lot of time there--after all, the night was still young.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:48:45</strong>
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				"I dare you to put yourself where you'd like to be in your favorite position," she purred, putting emphasis on 'position.' Jessica was fairly sure he knew what she meant, so she didn't really clarify. Leaning back on her elbows, she looked at him with eyes that oozed sexuality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 09:53:28</strong>
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				<em>Favorite position, favorite position...</em> It was actually a pretty difficult question for him, considering that he had a different one for every girl. Still, reading her personality and how upfront she was, David quickly decided he'd like her on the top, riding him. So he put himself on the bed, spread-eagle--a position that had the added advantage of stretching his trousers over his developing and rather impressive hard-on. "For you... I think I'd be on the bottom. So, truth or dare?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 10:00:01</strong>
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				Delilah couldn't help but get excited by his position, wanting to climb right on top of him and strip him down to nothing. But, instead, she sat there and grinned at him. "I like that," she admitted, running a hand through her hair as she thought. "I'll take a truth." One of her hands went over to his leg, starting at his calf and running up it right before his growing erection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 10:11:47</strong>
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				David thought for a second, smiling and enjoying Delilah's teasing at his thigh. His mind raced through the taboo things he did, trying to probe her for whether she did similar things. "So... on those nights when mommy and daddy aren't watching, when you can get away from the elites and this society, go whereever you want without being seen, go wild without it being gossip the next day... what do you do to go wild?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 10:22:09</strong>
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				"I go to a dive bar and get really, really wasted so I can shamelessly sing karaoke," she laughed, shaking her head. "No, no, but I've done that... I do different things, depends on my mood." Delilah thought long and hard, thinking back to one of her wildest nights. "I go to orgies sometimes. Lots of people. One big, hot, sweaty, kinky mess. So many things going on at once it's unbelievable." She winked. "Truth or dare?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 10:31:31</strong>
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				An arm would reach up, pulling her down onto the bed, sensually close to him. His mask still on, he whispered to her in a low voice, "Orgies are fun... and that's what makes the masquerade fun too. It's faceless, anonymous... until you get personal." His hot breath would coat the side of her face and get under the mask some, teasing her. Sooner or later there would be a dare to remove them, he was certain, but for now they remained on. "What truth will I reveal to you now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 10:38:23</strong>
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				She laid next to him, feeling his breath on her face and enjoying the almost shivery feeling her body felt. Delilah turned over, facing him, slipping a thumb underneath his mask and feeling underneath it before pulling her hand away, leaving the mask alone after that. "Mmm, it is." Nibbling at her lower lip, she tried to think of a good truth to ask. "What's the hottest thing I could possibly do to you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 07:38:42</strong>
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				David held his mask on with one hand, waving a finger with the other and tsking her. "Mustn't do that without a dare to go along with it, my dear..." A glance of mock disapproval followed, and then a moment of thought about her question before he answered. "Hottest thing you could do to me..." He emphasized 'you' and 'me,' his cadence making it apparent that he was interpreting the question to be one where he was submissive. <br><br>"I'd love it if you had me kidnapped one weekend, stripped naked and brought to you to be your boytoy and nothing more... ride me until I'm sore and then keep going." He stared at her through the mask, almost daring her, before smirking. "Of course, you'd better be careful for that weekend or I just might turn the tables."&nbsp; A mischievous laugh. "Speaking of which... truth or dare"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 08:06:27</strong>
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				Delilah just grinned when he fake scolded her, watching his eyes. She had never focused so much on someone's eyes, it almost felt soul-bearing to her. "I doubt you could call that a kidnapping," she joked, running a hand down his chest while she pictured what he said in her head. Mmm, yes, she could absolutely whip something like that up. "I'll do a dare." Delilah smirked, running a hand through her hair as she awaited her order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 08:12:33</strong>
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				"Alright." He smiled. He'd planned this dare ever since she'd dared him to get into that position, and now it was time. "I dare you to get on top of me as if you were mounting me--keeping all your clothes on--and rub very lightly against me to keep me nice and hard until we have another dare that makes us move. Oh... and I guess I'll take a truth in the meantime." Unlike many men, David loved foreplay and teasing, the build up to the main event, and he didn't want to give her the chance to get out of that by choosing a dare next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 08:19:25</strong>
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				Delilah moved, straddling his hips and beginning to rub against him. She placed her hands at either side of his head, hovering above him. Looking down at David, she chewed at her bottom lip as she tried to think of a truth. Rubbing against him was starting to get her hornier, and her pussy was getting wet. "What's the craziest thing you've ever done?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 08:27:16</strong>
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				He gave off a low moan as he felt her clothed but moist pussy rubbing against his pants. Their little private party would certainly get them dirty enough that they'd have to make an... alternate means of escape, but that was fine by David--he had his ways. "I think the craziest thing I've done was last year when I went camping with some... like-minded friends. We took turns being tied to a tree naked for a day, letting the others use us as they pleased. Truth or dare?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 09:02:17</strong>
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				"That sounds really hot," she told him, continuing to rub herself against him. Her movements were slow and sensual, her crotch pressing against his with force, but not too much. "I'll do a truth," Delilah decided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 04:41:32</strong>
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				"Ahh..." his hips arched up as he moaned in pleasure, loving the delicately sensual way Delilah was handling herself. Part of him wished he could just give up on giving her a truth and continue the dry humping, cum in his pants be damned. But that wouldn't be sporting, and wouldn't let them get really wild. "Let's see... when you sneak out and go to those orgies, what's your favorite hole to use, and what's the most cocks you've had in it at once?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 06:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Delilah began to move her hips a little faster, but only a little bit. Her movements were still fluid and soft, but obviously wanting. "My favorite hole is my pussy," she told him, smirking, "But I've had two cocks in my ass. Truth or dare?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 06:39:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His cock was now rock hard as she rubbed against it, even through her dress. A tiny spot of precum was soaking through his trousers already, and he was so horny he couldn't help but ask, "Dare me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 06:48:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel his throbbing dick through the clothing, biting at her bottom lip as she kept her eyes on his. "Take off your mask," Delilah told him in a sultry voice, lifting a hand to run it through her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 06:55:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Wow, she's good...</em> David thought as his hand moved up to remove his mask, brown hair spilling messily around his face as he lay there, feeling her clothed pussy around his cock, his breathing getting faster. He could tell he wasn't the only aroused one, though, and admired Delilah's game in making such a... limited dare. "Hope you like what you see," he quipped, quickly adding, "truth or dare?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 07:07:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tongue ran over her lips, eyes taking in his features. "Nope, I don't," she told him, swooping in and forcefully pressing her lips against his, engaging in a passionate kiss. "Just kidding. Dare." Delilah grinned, hovering over him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 03:36:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David didn't flinch at the joke, instead smirking and moving into the kiss, his lips opening against hers as his tongue entered her mouth, twirling with hers briefly before he pulled back, still smiling. "I dare you to undress me." He grinned, sliding out from under her and standing up, walking to the closet to grab a tie, putting it over her eyes and knotting it as he added, "Blindfolded."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 06:39:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Delilah nibbled at her bottom lip, letting the tie be secured around her head. Vision removed, she sat up and started to move along David's body. "Why do you have to be wearing a tux?" she giggled, fingers fumbling for his tie. She pulled the knot, loosening it before slipping it over his head. Then she placed her hand behind his neck, pulling him closer, her lips seeking his, initiating another kiss as she slipped off the tuxedo's jacket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Truth, Dare, or More...? (sunbeams and Zoarster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 00:53:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David smirked to her as he pulled her closer, rubbing at her ass as she kissed him. After all, the rules said she had to be blindfolded, but not that he couldn't enjoy the experience. He let his tuxedo jacket fall to the floor as he thrust his hips forward slightly, bulge pushing outward through his tux pants and into her dress as he laughed. "There's a little hint for you."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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