A Thousand Questions Novels & Stories

She wanted to figure out what exactly was fishy. “I asked him to play me Tatiana, but he said he does not have Tatiana, but he has Adele, so I asked him why he does not have Tat, and he said he had to remove Tat from his list because her songs are mostly for the broken hearted, so he needs no such thing in his cab”. I said it all, I was so weak that a couple of consistent queries could make me spill every single word out like dicks spill semen when it is repeatedly plunged into a pussy hole. Gosh!

It wasn’t a problem that he had so many questions for me, but it was a problem that he wasn’t taking them one at a time. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bombard you with questions.” “Take a deep breath and let’s do this,” I said. He did take a deep breath. Not long ago, he apologized for bombarding me with questions. He sure had manners, and I didn’t get why he was feared so much by all. “Who are you?” he started with. “I’m Kaida.” I knew he didn’t want short responses from me, but I might not be able to help. I barely knew myself so well. How was I supposed to give him long responses?

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”

She blurted, she almost reached out to take the contract and have a look at it herself but cursed when she realised she couldn't. "Look, it's just a normal drill. It's obvious you're not, so I will just tick the no button." He ticked the box before moving to the next question and the next until they got down to the twenty-first question. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Some of these questions are so dumb," she whined and buried her face in her palm. "I wonder who put them together." He pressed his lips together, "Well, you're looking at him." He said, and she almost regretted her words.

"Katharina..." ' God when you say my name it feels so fucken good.' "Baby please..." She winked, 'baby come on.. I am asking you a question here. Just answer me please.' "Don't ask me such questions.. worse when you know an answer to it.." She ached her brow, 'non at all? Baby don't you watch porn?' My face flushed so fucken much, "umh what does that have to do with this..." 'oh okay you watch it. So you've seen loads of skinny ass white girls naked but are scared to see me?'

When I turned the page, I realized this was no ordinary test. Question 1 read: “How long have you been a cheating fuck slut?” I looked up at the boss. He stared back at me, completely serious. “To have any hope of getting the job, all questions must be answered. There are twenty in total.” My heart raced, and my pussy clenched with fresh need. I answered every filthy question as honestly as I could, each one turning me on more: - There are two cocks in front of you. Which of your three fuck holes would you prefer to be stuffed first?

“Okay, we have fifty questions that you need to do in an hour. And we will have five analysis questions that you have to answer verbally after you have completed the written questions. Are you ready?” "Yes I'm ready. Let's get started right now.” Shanon had never felt so confident before. She brushed off fifty questions in less than an hour. She saw that the campus council members were amazed by her speed in solving the questions. But, they still had five difficult verbal questions, and they were sure Shanon wouldn't be able to answer them correctly. They just didn't know that Shanon had promised Anthony not to let him down. She would do anything, so that Anthony's sacrifice would not be in

Lucas walked away, leaving him with a thousand question marks. ***

He opens the green notebook. He has, as promised, fourteen questions. He asks them in the order he has written them not mechanically, with the specific attention of someone who has thought about the sequence and arranged it to build understanding progressively. Irina answers each one fully, without shortening, without performing patience. She treats the questions with the respect that good questions deserve from someone who has been waiting to answer them for a very long time. At question seven he asks: "Did you love him?" The table goes slightly quiet.

“Number three, don’t run away from the hard questions. The prying questions that are absolutely none of their business? Those are the ones that will make the people go feral. And those should he your focus.” “I thought you said I could pick and choose.” Victoria interjected. Derek glared at her like she had personally offended him. “You only get to do that with the trivial questions!” Victoria nodded, which made the lady doing her makeup hiss aggressively. “Don’t move!” Derek continued. “Number four and the last. Keep your answers as ambiguous as possible. When they ask you a question, your answer should also be a question too. Got it?” “Yes.” Derek shook his head. “Horrible. I literally jus