Strip Dice
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2025 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: Lexi plays Strip dice. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
It wasn’t my fault, Daddy. See, Joey came over to look at my plant since he was the one who kinda saved it. And we admired it for a while because it’s doing really well. Well, it was. So then he mentions that he was at a party the other night at Rose Fletcher’s house, and I was a little jealous because I hadn’t been invited. So I asked him how it was, and he said it was okay, and that they’d played a game of strip dice. I asked him what that was, and he said you roll the dice and whoever loses has to take off one piece of clothing. He said Tommy Baker lost. I don’t know Tommy Baker. I asked him if it was fun, and he said it would have been more fun if I had been there. I guess I felt pleased about him saying that. So I asked him if he wanted to play, and he said sure. So we found some dice in an old Monopoly game. I was wearing sandals and panties and a top and skirt, that’s five things, and Joey had shoes and socks and jeans and underwear and a shirt, so that’s seven things. Eight if you counted his belt but he said he’d consider that part of the jeans ensemble. I thought it was funny that he said ensemble. So we started playing, and then I asked if I’d been wearing earrings could I have counted those? He said maybe but it didn’t matter since I wasn’t wearing earrings. “What about my tampon?” I asked, just teasing him. So given he had more clothing it should have been me who lost, but it was Joey, though I was down to my panties. “So what happens now?” I asked him, and he said we could keep rolling and the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted. I wasn’t sure about that, but we rolled, and I had a six and he had a two. “So what should I do?” he asked. “You could kiss me,” I said. So we kissed. Joey doesn’t kiss as good as you but he’s a pretty good kisser. So then we rolled again and I won again. “You could kiss me again,” I told him. “Yeah, but that would be a repeat,” he said. I told him he could kiss my panties if he felt he didn’t want to kiss me. I was surprised he said he’d do it. I guess he didn’t consider that a repeat.
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