Naughtiest Dare

I wonder what it would have taken to fulfill your urges on that train, and maybe that would have fuelled even stronger desires.
My desires are already strong especially when it comes to my rape fantasies.
My tale would be Primark compared to your V.S. fantasy.
Send me yours

I think there is so much potential with the anonymous fantasy theme, ideas that have wandered round my lurid imagination and yours too no doubt.
Bdsm has explored it a bit more tho not as much as I'd like
 
I'm not sure how daring this is (at least for me), but while in my early 20s, my then GF's (we later married and divorced), high school friend was throwing a Halloween costume party in NYC. We decided to go as if we had just gotten out of the shower...hair gelled to make it look wet, used rubber cement to look like water droplets (believe it or not), and we wore just a towel held closed by one stitched we sewed at the top. The first dare was to go commando, which we did.

So, we each put on our coats, got in the car, and drove into NYC, parking 3 blocks away at an open-air parking lot. (Yes, this was many years ago when Manhattan still had many unbuilt lots used as parking areas.) We walked to the apartment, knocked on the door, our hostess answers, and invited us in. It's then that we realize that we are the ONLY people attending who are in costumes. The friend, seeing the quizzical looks on our faces (as we still have our coats on), apologizes and says that she forgot to tell us that no one wanted to wear a costume so she had changed it to just a casual dress party and as we were the only ones who didn't live in NYC, she forgot that the usual chain of communication wouldn't reach us.

My GF and I walked into the kitchen and panicked a bit, wondering what we should do. The second dare was to take off our coats and just spend the rest of the party in our towels. So, we each took a shot of bourbon, took off our coats, and spent the rest of the night talking, drinking, and dancing with each other and her friends while knowing that we were flashing them every so often. And some slight tenting under my towel after a slow dance under dimmed lights make it clear I was going commando if others hadn't caught the intermittent flashes before that. MY GF's flashing was much more evident...it's hard to sit down wrapped by just a towel without flashing your pussy.

After a few hours at about 10 PM, we had it...both because we're the main talk of the other guests, but also of being somewhat restrained (while being slightly drunk by this point). The third dare was to do away with the towels on the walk back to the car. I couldn't being myself to do it but once out of the building, my GF, the growing exhibitionist, took her coat off, popped the stitch in the towel, threw them both to me, and walked back to parking lot stark naked. She even waited while the attendant got the car and brought it out front, and stood there until I opened the door for her. She wasn't feeling any pain, was horny as hell, ripped off my towel in the car, and I was the recipient of awesome road head as we drove back to NJ, naked.
 
I'm not sure how daring this is (at least for me), but while in my early 20s, my then GF's (we later married and divorced), high school friend was throwing a Halloween costume party in NYC. We decided to go as if we had just gotten out of the shower...hair gelled to make it look wet, used rubber cement to look like water droplets (believe it or not), and we wore just a towel held closed by one stitched we sewed at the top. The first dare was to go commando, which we did.

So, we each put on our coats, got in the car, and drove into NYC, parking 3 blocks away at an open-air parking lot. (Yes, this was many years ago when Manhattan still had many unbuilt lots used as parking areas.) We walked to the apartment, knocked on the door, our hostess answers, and invited us in. It's then that we realize that we are the ONLY people attending who are in costumes. The friend, seeing the quizzical looks on our faces (as we still have our coats on), apologizes and says that she forgot to tell us that no one wanted to wear a costume so she had changed it to just a casual dress party and as we were the only ones who didn't live in NYC, she forgot that the usual chain of communication wouldn't reach us.

My GF and I walked into the kitchen and panicked a bit, wondering what we should do. The second dare was to take off our coats and just spend the rest of the party in our towels. So, we each took a shot of bourbon, took off our coats, and spent the rest of the night talking, drinking, and dancing with each other and her friends while knowing that we were flashing them every so often. And some slight tenting under my towel after a slow dance under dimmed lights make it clear I was going commando if others hadn't caught the intermittent flashes before that. MY GF's flashing was much more evident...it's hard to sit down wrapped by just a towel without flashing your pussy.

After a few hours at about 10 PM, we had it...both because we're the main talk of the other guests, but also of being somewhat restrained (while being slightly drunk by this point). The third dare was to do away with the towels on the walk back to the car. I couldn't being myself to do it but once out of the building, my GF, the growing exhibitionist, took her coat off, popped the stitch in the towel, threw them both to me, and walked back to parking lot stark naked. She even waited while the attendant got the car and brought it out front, and stood there until I opened the door for her. She wasn't feeling any pain, was horny as hell, ripped off my towel in the car, and I was the recipient of awesome road head as we drove back to NJ, naked.
Who was gave you the 3 dares?

I would have needed a lot of persuasion to do the third dare
 
Who was gave you the 3 dares?

I would have needed a lot of persuasion to do the third dare
My GF gave me all three dares. As I mentioned, she was an exhibitionist and it was one way to bring me into her world. But as I've written in many past posts, we were both long-time nudists. Being nude between ourselves or around others who were also nude was no big deal. But being all but nude in the late autumn, while others are fully dressed (and warm), and amongst some of my GF's high school friends who spent the evening pointing and talking about us—and I'm actually shy—took me way out of my comfort zone.

One dare of this outing I didn't mention was this...

In my younger days, I had a very hairy chest. My GF dared me to shave a hairy jack-o-latern on my chest to keep with the spirit of Halloween. I took up her dare but we couldn't figure out how to shave a jack-o-latern-like image. So instead, we shaved a bat with spread wings, sort of like Batman's bat signal. So, in addition to being commando in just a towel, I had a hairy bat on my chest. And yes, it itched like hell growing back in.
 
I'm not sure how daring this is (at least for me), but while in my early 20s, my then GF's (we later married and divorced), high school friend was throwing a Halloween costume party in NYC. We decided to go as if we had just gotten out of the shower...hair gelled to make it look wet, used rubber cement to look like water droplets (believe it or not), and we wore just a towel held closed by one stitched we sewed at the top. The first dare was to go commando, which we did.

So, we each put on our coats, got in the car, and drove into NYC, parking 3 blocks away at an open-air parking lot. (Yes, this was many years ago when Manhattan still had many unbuilt lots used as parking areas.) We walked to the apartment, knocked on the door, our hostess answers, and invited us in. It's then that we realize that we are the ONLY people attending who are in costumes. The friend, seeing the quizzical looks on our faces (as we still have our coats on), apologizes and says that she forgot to tell us that no one wanted to wear a costume so she had changed it to just a casual dress party and as we were the only ones who didn't live in NYC, she forgot that the usual chain of communication wouldn't reach us.

My GF and I walked into the kitchen and panicked a bit, wondering what we should do. The second dare was to take off our coats and just spend the rest of the party in our towels. So, we each took a shot of bourbon, took off our coats, and spent the rest of the night talking, drinking, and dancing with each other and her friends while knowing that we were flashing them every so often. And some slight tenting under my towel after a slow dance under dimmed lights make it clear I was going commando if others hadn't caught the intermittent flashes before that. MY GF's flashing was much more evident...it's hard to sit down wrapped by just a towel without flashing your pussy.

After a few hours at about 10 PM, we had it...both because we're the main talk of the other guests, but also of being somewhat restrained (while being slightly drunk by this point). The third dare was to do away with the towels on the walk back to the car. I couldn't being myself to do it but once out of the building, my GF, the growing exhibitionist, took her coat off, popped the stitch in the towel, threw them both to me, and walked back to parking lot stark naked. She even waited while the attendant got the car and brought it out front, and stood there until I opened the door for her. She wasn't feeling any pain, was horny as hell, ripped off my towel in the car, and I was the recipient of awesome road head as we drove back to NJ, naked.
That's seriously hot!
 
We were walking around LA being flirty tourists. Wife had me go into a bathroom stall and put her wet panties on and wear them the rest of the day. It was erotic. I really enjoyed that.
 
All important questions. :cool:
Of course she used it, and her friend watched.... they became so entranced with this stimulating experience that they shared the good vibrations, coming together in the shared experience.......... in my head anyway :devilish:
 
I didn’t do it, but I dared a girlfriend to strip down naked on a long drive home It was at night and dark, but it was funny when a truck was next to us. Even funnier when we went through a toll booth.
 
I didn’t do it, but I dared a girlfriend to strip down naked on a long drive home It was at night and dark, but it was funny when a truck was next to us. Even funnier when we went through a toll booth.
had a college gf who was brought up stict… she loved to take her pants and panties off and masturbate in my convertible as we drove around
 
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