The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 78: Truth or Dare - Sex Stories

The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 78: Truth or Dare

Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-77”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… My friends and I had rented a cottage for the weekend. On the first day, I had fantasized about two of my friends. As for the second day, it had begun with a third fantasy. There was now only one friend left. The rest of the day was rather uneventful. My friends eventually returned from their walk and we spent the remainder of the day chilling out, going for swims and basically enjoying life. As much fun as I was having, I grew increasingly nervous as the hours passed. I do not usually crave fantasies as they often rupture the flow of my day and often put me in less-than-comfortable situations, but this time was different. I had already fantasized about ...

... three of my friends and I feared I would not be given an opportunity to complete my fantasy cycle. I felt guilty, fearing I would somehow offend my final friend if I did not fantasize about her. The sun had set quite some time earlier and the evening was nearing its end. My friends had ingested large amounts of alcohol and I feared they would pass out one by one before I could find fuel for my final fantasy. Luckily, one of them had a genius idea. As luck would have it, it was the very friend I had yet to fantasize about—for the purposes of this story, let’s call her Sammi. “Let’s play truth or dare!” she suddenly said, making us all jump. She had not moved in almost an hour and we had all assumed she was passed out. Obviously, we were wrong. There was a moment of silence before we answered. I am not usually one to play such childish games, but I knew this could very well be my last chance to fantasize. “I’m in,” I said, surprising everyone present. But my unexpected response helped convince the remaining members of the group to accept Sammi’s offer. Because she was responsible for us playing, Sammi started. I could tell you everything that happened, but most of the dares were unimaginative and most truths far from earth-shattering. But as the evening progressed and more alcohol was ingested, the dares gradually grew more and more daring. “I dare you to kiss Sammi,” eventually said one of my friends. I was a little surprised by the perversity dare, but this was my one and only ...