It says 'Minimal adult situations within stories is acceptable' so I think this is OK. Sorry if its not, I just always wanted to write one of these.

My heart was pounding furiously in my ears and I could feel the sweat pouring off my hands. I was completely focused on her, everything else in the world had completely vanished and we were alone in that room. Even though she was barley clothed I couldn't take my eyes off her face. She was twisting a lock of her hair in her finger and looking at me just over her glasses.
My mouth was as dry as a bone from breathing so much. Hesitantly I managed to say that one word. 'Dare'.
Biting her lip she looked at the corner of the room. She looked back and me and smiled, before saying a long drawn out 'Alright'. On all fours she creped across the carpet towards me and whispered the dare into my ear.
My heart did a back flip. Starring at her I began to breath even more heavily. 'Go on' She exclaimed, 'You picked dare so you have to do it'. I took a deep breath and held it in to try and calm myself down then I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.