Who remembers this from the AIM chats of yore?

[wrongs]

THE (compulsory) SEX DICE GAME

For whatever reason, perhaps to spice up your love life, perhaps to spice up your day, or perhaps because you've been kidnapped or need to play it to save the world (we don't judge), you have before you a few sets of special dice, and an obligation to play the game out to some sort of finish.

Strap in and remember it's all in the wrist.

Triggers may be beneath

Swiped and modified from another poster.

THE RULES:

1. Comment here with your character. Mark in your preferences which dice are okay.
2. Another character will click here and roll the dice.
3. Said character will now be compelled to perform whatever option hits.
5. If you need a system to follow to keep it varied, go with this one:

Foreplay - 5-10 rolls
Strip - 5 rolls
Romance - 2 rolls OR 2 random dice rolls
Boobies - 8-15 rolls
Fetish - 10 rolls OR 5-10 random dice rolls
Party - 5 rolls (bring on the NPCs) OR 5 more random dice rolls
XXX - 10-15 rolls
Random dice - All onward

6. Lead it all up to one explosive finish, stretch it over multiple nights, or magic away the need for recovery, whatever works for you.
7. THREAD HIDEOUSLY.

Comments

[sharp]

[ Amy matches his sigh, though a little sharper, when he reacts. This game was turning out to go further than she thought it would. Honestly, Sherlock should have backed out by now, but he hadn't; so, neither could she. Not that it was too... painful. Or whatever.

She seems fascinated with this mouth, warmer than she expected when such cold words so often came out of them. And even more so against her own. The pressure is bruising, so she leans into him to counterbalance it. The hand that had been touching his mouth braces against his shoulder. Her eyes were closed, but they only open to catch a glimpse of the next roll.

Now things were getting risqué. They weren't asking her to stroke his mouth again, that's for sure. Her hand tentatively moves away from the dice and down between the two of them, but she's bold about where she cups it. Her lips feel like they're going numb, and she's sure her cheeks are on fire. ]

[deductives]

[Sherlock is only propelled forward by instinct now, but fortunately Amy's move brings him back to his senses. If his mouth his warm, her hand discovered the hot spot. He grunts into her mouth and pulls away, the suction of their lips separating very audible.

His hand slides out from under her shirt and holds onto her wrist. Sherlock's breath has become heavy, and his half closed eyes look uncertain.]

...Perhaps we should call it a draw.

[sharp]

[ With a satisfying pop between their mouths, Amy blinks a few times, but her hand remains pressed up against him. Just paused, not moving. She wonders if his sudden retreat meant she won. Of course Sherlock wouldn't allow that, so he calls a draw. Figures.

She laughs, but it comes out more of a pant. Her head shakes slowly at him. ]

C'mon, just admit that I won and I'll stop.

[deductives]

[Confused as he is, Sherlock still has enough of his own sort of sense to not want to accept that. He quirks a brow and squirms under her touch. His hand reaches up to briefly brush her swollen lips.]

Have you?

[sharp]

[ Surprisingly, that quiets her for a moment, and her hand begins to retreat to his thigh. But then her mouth draws back slightly, and she kisses his hand. It's a just a brief, teasing peck. The dice are forgotten; she's fairly sure she's won at this point. ]

Yep.

[deductives]

[Sherlock is able to breathe again when Amy's hand moves to less intimate skin, and he purses his lips when she kisses his fingers.]

A draw then. For the poker.