A Feel Box Game

A box is passed around in order to collect particular items (cell phones, gadgets… etc) from the female contestants. After, the box is given to the men as they pick out an item randomly from the box. Whoever owns said item has to do a certain dare with the person that picks it out. But usually, the men try to memorize the item beforehand in order to pick out their desired girl.

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Now edited by Que9, much thanks to her and her hardwork!


(a new Timeline.)

She entered his apartment without thinking. It seemed like a logical decision, his apartment was a much better alternative than traveling ten more minutes back to her house from her office building. The ride on the bus was a long, strenuous one; complete with unnecessary pushes from faceless individuals. Her new work schedule was hectic and demanding, spending the better half of her week completing files and making deadlines, and the other just advancing through courses and learning anything and everything she could study. But she liked it that way, always on the go, never missing a detail; it reminded her so much of her past job as council president, no matter how distant the memory may seem.

Slowly, she inserted the metal key into the golden doorknob of the high class apartment and twisted until hearing a satisfying click. Her eyes met darkness as she scanned through the place, quickly realizing that there was no current inhabitance. She moved around the place with the quietest grace she could muster, not wanting to ruin the irreplaceable silence. A hand brushed against the armrest of the sofa; it was cold, indicating that her male companion hadn't been in the house all afternoon. The thought wasn't unsettling though, Misaki knew of his busy schedule. Business came first after all.

She continued her way to his bedroom (their bedroom), tight leggings clung to well-shaped legs. Slowly, a ghost of a hand tugged the scarf from her swan-like neck, twisting gracefully in the process. Both hands began untangling the clasps of her tunic. Flesh against silk, as one button would slowly set itself free until nothing would bind both sides together. She allowed the garment to slide off her shoulders, relishing the remnants of contact, until it hit the floor. She left the garment where it lay, let him be the one to pick up after her.

She finally wandered into the bathroom, as fingers tugged the ends of her skirt. Exposing more and more of her sun-kissed skin and allowed it to slip off by itself with barely a sound. A rush of wind came into the room, a slowly fading proof of the cold season. The air trailed soft kisses against her spine and newly-bare skin; it danced around her legs and left chills from the waist up. Her breast bounced slightly while nipples hardened from the cool air. She let out a giggle, half-heartedly wrapping herself with her arms as a vain attempt to shield herself from the cold. The effort was short lived.

All too soon, the chill left, and she was once again free. She reached to unclasp the back of her bra. She pulled down one strap of her little, tight bra that molded on her like a second skin. A light cover of sweat sparkled whenever the bathroom lights would shine upon skin, her exhausted mood almost non-existent. She slid the other strap off, and soon the whole garment was gone.

She sighed melodramatically; as her hands reached down to remove her matching panties. It traced the curve of her waist and the shape of her legs as it fell down. Misaki stepped into the shower, a glass box with a frosted covering. She turned the knob on, setting the temperature to a minimum. Sprinkles of water fell onto her body and made its way to the floor; she relaxed instantly, almost purring in delight. She hugged herself in ecstasy, feeling the water cleanse the remaining stress in her. The steady beat of the moving droplets hummed as her hands danced around her waist.

She arched her back and felt each drop as a kiss to her forehead. Her heart pounded and quickened its beats; it thumped with barely a moment to slow down, allowing trickles of adrenaline into her veins. The water shifted its temperature, making her feel much more excited and relaxed. Goosebumps rose from the skin of her arms, of her neck, adding yet another current of electricity to her keyed-up state. She gave another satisfied purr, definitely happy with the simple remedy.


The door was unlocked when he reached his apartment. A clean slate told him that entry wasn't forced, though it wasn't a problem with Takumi. He crept into his apartment, shutting the door behind him. He lazily threw his coat off and set his briefcase on the coffee table. It was his ears the brought him to her. The faint sound of the shower, muffled by distance, could be heard.

A mischievous grin spread across his face, an adornment to his already handsome features. Excitement filled his gaze as he stood in front of the bathroom, his hand on the knob. It was unlocked. He let himself in with a chuckle, seeing his fiancée's panties on the floor. Several articles of clothing were also spotted on his way.

He let his gaze linger on the frosted glass, obscured by the fog that seemed to keep his partner's physical features hidden. From his view, he could trace her petite, feminine physique. The silhouette of her womanly curves; the nape of her neck and the movement of her arms. His green orbs followed a droplet of water from the top of her crown to the bottom of her waist. He could almost see, almost feel-

He never heard something quite like this.

This time, soft moans floated easily to his ears, hardly blocked by muffled glass and sounds of running water. Takumi forcefully closed his mouth to keep himself from gasping; he could hear her less than audible moans. How her breath quickened with a pace he so much wanted to match. Standing from the outside, heart constantly stumbling in his chest as a slightly louder groan slithered into his ears, he had finally lost it. Heat began to trail down his every nerve, through his limbs, extending to places that started to throb awkwardly. Her soft groans began to pump within his blood, making it sweeter, thicker, turning the substance into something escalating, intoxicating, a liquid that deterred his natural impulses and had his mind suddenly numb from an untouchable high.

He could hear softer moans as her arms moved with grace. He could see her, touching herself, like it was romcom to make him lose his digits. It was working though, he couldn't turn away, not when her fingers were trailing down her sides, stroking down the remaining suds that clung to her body. All at once her body had moved to flex itself into a different position, her back now facing him, giving him the pleasure of seeing her nicely formed behind.

..And then a slightly louder moan stole through the door.

At this point, his muscles, his very soul shook with the pure, untainted hits of the lascivious hysteria he'd just witnessed and wanted more. Every single bit of it, every last second of her voiced ecstasy – every inch and plane of her being, he wanted all of it. And standing outside, her continuing to be of arm's length was maddening. Obscenely and utterly maddening.

Takumi didn't need an invitation, he loosened his tie. Soon his clothes were on top of hers.


Misaki licked her lips, tasting the warm fluid that filled her insides with joy. It took barely a second to register her intruder; a forceful flow of wind came with his entry. She couldn't see his face clearly; the mixture of cold air and the already existent steam casting a slight fog that covered the whole space. She considered protesting to the sudden intrusion- but what fun would that be?

But she couldn't help but giggle at the tickling sensation that grew around her waist, she could feel his fingers tracing around her curves. He hugged her from behind, and she accepted the motion willingly. She closed her eyes, now contacting with the other pair that rested on her bare waist. Pushing herself against the body behind her, motioning her body down and up. Takumi soon followed suit, pressing her against one side of the steamed glass.

She let out a moan through her teeth, grinding her hips against his backside as she allowed him to press his lips onto her collar bone, followed by her ear. Her soaked hair clung to the finer side of her neck while his kissed her forehead, he breathed in the scent of her damp hair, which was mixed with strawberry shampoo and remnants of today's exhaustion. Despite what romance novels would say, the scent wasn't overpowering of sweetness, it was subtle, womanly; it was her. While brushing some strands away, his teeth finally managed to nibble down onto her ear.

He felt her grip his shoulders for support, twisting her body like a ribbon, neck arched. She was now facing him with closed eyes. Even through the hot steam, he saw how her rosy lips parted. The urge to kiss her was overwhelming. He turned her around almost forcefully. He caught her effortlessly into a staggering kiss. His lips molded onto her own, caressing her equally moist mouth. When they parted, he could hear her gasping for air; the steam had made it hard to breathe. Yet, it didn't stop him from trailing kisses down onto her slightly parted breast; he pressed his ear close to her heart and listened until her breathing fell back to its original pattern.

He turned to face her, her complexion now in a faint shade of red. He barely registered when her slim arms reached over to cover his eyes.

"Close your eyes." She whispered under her breath, he could still smell the scent of her hair; the aroma seemed to waft around the enclosed space. Other insufflations left him positively dazed and relaxed, he nodded his head.

She pulled her hands away and gave a quick look to check if his eyes were still closed-check. She trailed her hands toward his lower abdomen; she could vaguely hear his breath, soft and subtle. A mischievous grin crossed her face as she watched water dripped down his lithe figure, draping him in a comfortable, translucent cloak. Slowly, she enveloped her agile fingers around the shaft, staggering as he leaned against the tile for support. Misaki stopped but didn't let go, she watched his digits begin to shift, working their way up as they rubbed and teased, gaining a gratuitous moan from their bearer. She gripped it more tightly, adding pressure to the familiar curves of Takumi's member, edging faster as the seconds wore on.

Shock ran through his system, Takumi was very tempted to open his eyes. Beneath closed eyelids, he could almost imagine her, toying with his erection, as she tugged at it with the tips of her fingers, an unexpected giggle bursting from her lips as she reached his head and took note of the cum leaking out, spreading it with her thumb, watching curiously for any change in his demeanor. It was happening almost as he presumed. Misaki regarded it almost wondrously, moving her fingers and applying force on random areas. Shifting her eyes to see if he was satisfied, and being happy with the results, Misaki tugged it harder as she quickly closed the distance his tip and her mouth-


He bit down on his lower lip, his breath hitching in his throat while he struggled to keep his balance against the glass. But his breath was slipping fast; he let out a moan and came with the mist.

Misaki stood up from her spot as Takumi used her angles to steady himself. His sought contact and brought her head to his chest. They held onto each other for a moment, long enough for all mist to fade and for the shower box to once again clear its glass sides.

He opened his eyes and met hers in the process.

"Found you…"


My eyes cannot stand this… I know I promised humor, but my mood has been very depressing since my injury. I focused more on being descriptive this time and trying to expand my vocabulary, but it was very hard to write. I hope you enjoyed it, though. I am not completely satisfied, and I ask forgiveness for any typos; editing is hard. If anyone wants to do a full-on edit, you are welcome to message me.

I single-handedly wrote this, literally, as in one hand. I will note this as an achievement for 2011-2012. My right wrist is in a cast, but my fingers are able to move. It's hard to keep it up and moving, though. So in order to capitalize, my left does a full stretch from the 'shift' to the desired letter. That being said, my pace is really, really slow. If I do use the right it just ends up being pressed onto the key board, and even more letters flow. But I did promise a chapter, and I aim to please :)

Thank you to all my reviewers, though my hand is unable to type all your pen names, you guys are just awesome. Happy 2012 to all of you, it will be a great year for all you kind people. I will struggle to start another chapter. My left hand will grow stronger. But for now, no more typing, haha.

Thank you for reading, please review :) (Hope to reach 180 this time)