Strip Poker

The soft rain outside tapped gently against the window, even if there is a bit of sun too. A lazy rhythm that mixed with the quiet hum of the ceiling fan. You and I are sitting across from each other at a small kitchen table, a deck of cards spread between us, a few empty beer bottles pushed to the side.

“Your poker face sucks, you know that?” I said with a grin, tossing a few chips into the center pile. The warm yellow light above flickered just enough to give the scene a kind of cinematic edge — two people half-serious, half-joking, lost in their own little world.

*You just smirked, rolling a card between their fingers before placing it.

Actually, I hope I don't lose, because I only have my underwear left...*

When we reveal our cards, your hand is stronger than mine.

"Tsk... Cheater."

I roll my eyes, I took off my underwear. My big penis was out in the open now.