Why do I always end up trying to make other people...
Her: I'll give you the opportunity to ask any questions you wish... Choose carefully! I'll answer you honestly and in depth. Also you get to give me one dare.
Him: My question asking machine is broken, please come back when I can think of less pervy questions/dares.
Her: Pervy is okay because I don't consider you creepy. Ask away dang it!
Him: You will never win this challenge... What kind of underwear are you wearing?
Her: Playboy panties and bra. Lame question.
Him: I'm entitled to at least one lame question, I don't ask many. What is your favourite position in bed?
Her: I don't know the names of things so that question is redundant.
Him: Aww me either, but you could have described in graphic detail. Ha.
Her: What's yours?
Him: I love giving head. I'm a giver, turning others on turns me on... Have you ever had a sexual thought about me?
Him: I've thought about you too, but you probably already knew that.
Him: Details? Well, aside from being a little turned on by you in general, there was one dream where we were asleep in bed. I awoke to you laying beside me on your back, touching yourself. I kissed you as my own hand took over for you, but there was hardly any foreplay. We were both just so turned on, so I pressed my hips tightly between yours and you wrapped your legs around me. It was urgent, fast, and hard in the middle of the night, before we lay there spent, and drifted back to sleep... Less pervy question for you... But how much do you like me if at all?
Her: I really like you, and if I were single, I'd most definitely be hitting on you. I want to, but I can't.
Him: You almost made me blush. I'm single, good thing I'm terrible at flirting.
Her: And the dare?
Him: Sleep with me instead.