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]

[ 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.