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Short Story: The Dare List
🕑 Added 2025-08-11 13:00:19 +0000 UTCHey babe 💕
This one’s about a public sex challenge... that starts out as a joke and turns into a dare neither of us can resist. It’s flirty, bold, bratty, and so much fun.
We start with harmless things—whispers in public, teasing touches, a daring flash—but the tension builds until it’s clear we both want more.
And the final item on the list? Let’s just say... you’ll want to read to the end.
XOXO
Anna 💋
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We started it as a joke. A shared Notes app file, titled “Public Sex Dares (Definitely Hypothetical 🙃)”. A ridiculous list we both added to at random—half flirty threats, half completely outrageous suggestions we’d laugh about but never actually do.
Or… at least, that’s what I thought.
Until today.
We’re sitting at this tiny café table, outside, late afternoon sun cutting across your face. Sunglasses on, your drink dripping condensation down the glass. It’s August-hot, sticky in that way that makes me feel both lazy and restless.
I lean forward, tapping my phone on the table.
“Pick a number.”
You smirk. “Twelve.”
I unlock the list, scroll, and—ohhh, this one’s good. My lips twitch before I can help it.
I lift my eyes to you, slow, deliberate.
“Twelve says: ‘Whisper a dirty secret in public so quietly they have to lean in to hear it.’”
You raise a brow.
I beckon you closer with just one finger.
When you do, I rest my chin in my hand, tilt my head, and smile like I’m about to say something sweet and innocent. Instead, I breathe into your ear, barely loud enough for you to catch it:
“I’m not wearing anything under this dress… and if you make me say it louder, I’ll prove it.”
Your reaction is instant. One blink. Two. That little shift in your jaw like you’re biting back a reply.
I grin wider.
“You’re bluffing,” you murmur.
I reach under the table, curl my fingers around your hand, and guide it just barely up my thigh. Enough to feel skin. Nothing else.
Your eyes darken.
“Game on,” I whisper.
The next hour turns into a contest. We keep taking turns—picking numbers, flipping to the dare, and then… doing it. Some are harmless. Almost sweet. Others? Not so much.
You get “Kiss me somewhere we shouldn’t.” Which is how I end up backed against the cool wall of the café’s stairwell while your mouth ghosts over mine.
I get “Make a sound that makes them think about you later.”
So in the middle of the bookstore, hidden between the travel section and history, I lean in close, let out the softest little moan, and then walk away like nothing happened. You freeze. Grip your book like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.
It gets worse—well, better.
At one point, I text you from across a park bench: “Twenty-four.”
You glance at your phone, read the dare, and shake your head like you’re trying not to laugh.
“Flash me,” it says.
So I do. Just a quick lift of my hem while no one’s looking. Just long enough for your breath to hitch. The look on your face? Worth every ounce of risk. By the time we’re at the bar, the tension is unbearable.
You pull me into the farthest corner booth, onto your lap, your hands sliding lower under the table. Just enough to check.
“You’re seriously not wearing any?” you murmur.
“Nope.”
“You’re evil.”
“I know.”
I steal your phone, tap in a new line to our list, then hand it back.
“New one,” I whisper.
You read it. And then—oh, that expression. Your eyebrows go up, but your mouth curves like you’re already planning something.
“Have public sex… without getting caught.”
You look at me. Then scan the room. Then back to me.
“Outside,” you say, low. “Ten minutes.”
My pulse skips. This was supposed to be a joke. Now?
It’s the best game we’ve ever played.
