Funny Scenario Questions Novels & Stories

I followed him to his car, and once we were both in, he turned on his car engine and drove to I don't know where. "Do you like comedy?" He asked, and I looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "I don't know!" That was all I told him. I mean, I didn't know what to say. The question seemed out of context. A weird silence consumed us for a while before he asked again. "What do you think about Deadpool?" "What is wrong with you?" I answered his question with another question. "I mean, what's with the weird questions?" He chuckled before he added,

Camilla narrows her eyebrow at me and laughs, “Seriously, we just answered like a hundred questions in there.” I let out a small chuckle as I swipe my screen to prevent the phone from locking. “They are not educational, just a few questions for fun.” I tell her and he nods slowly. I look back to my phone and clear my throat, “Would you rather drink water for six days straight or anything but it has to have a little spit in it.” Camilla snorts, “Spit clearly.” “Yea,” I giggle. “I guess we do drink spit when kissing.”

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?

"Nope. Do you?" "Nah. Do you have any weird quirks? Like, my best friend says I always cross my legs when eating, but never when I’m drinking." His eyebrows rose. “Why are we having this interview session, giglio?" "We're playing twenty-one questions, Luca." I rolled my eyes. "You're weird." He just looked at me for a while. "Oh, I know. So, quirks?" -------------------------------------------------------------

" You plan to seduce me?" Gerald asked, amused. Serena nerves were all over the place but she managed to keep her cool. Breathing out, she nodded. " Yes." " How?" He asked. Serena rubbed her arms then, avoiding his gaze. Mulling over it for a while, she looked up at him. " I don't know yet. But I promise to think of a way." Gerald chuckled despite of himself. He couldn't believe he was listening to this. " This is most absurd thing I've ever heard. I can't believe I'm listening to you."

"So what? Tell them I was slaughtering a chicken for the party and see who questions it" *******************************************

I said coyly as well. "Wait, why is your mood seem so unhappy, did something happen for you to seem down and irritated?" He asks as if he doesn't know anything. "Uhuh! That's why, I ask you to come here to clarify some things!" I raised my eyebrows in response as he burst out laughing. Is there anything funny about what I said? "Well, anything for you sweet Lauren." He answered with a smile while sipping his coffee. "Then, what turns your sweet tamable friend into a freak god of the jungle!" I asked a straightforward question just for him to blow the hot coffee in my face!

Barry asked suddenly. “Hm? 9?" Debbie replied spontaneously. “Huh! 9? 18 divided by 3, 9!” it's over with her, here was the beginning for Debbie's shame. “Huahaha.. 18 divided by 3, is 9 your answer.” Barry laughed so hard. Debbie was confused for a moment. What is funny from that, Debbie thought, recalling what had happened in the passing second. Could it be that something was wrong, something was missing from her attention.

The smile on the man's face had hardly disappeared all morning. Not long afterward, the group finally set off. Throughout the drive to the campsite, the atmosphere was filled with casual conversation and jokes. Chris deliberately cracked jokes several times to keep things from becoming too stiff inside the car, even though most of his jokes were admittedly terrible. “I have an important question.” Everyone immediately turned toward him, and Chris cleared his throat lightly. “If a fish swims north and then turns east, is it exercising or is it lost?” Silence followed, and several seconds passed without anyone answering Chris’s question.

The crowd howled. We turned our heads slightly, laughing. “You’re impossible,” I said. “You married me anyway,” he replied smoothly. Next question. “Who takes longer to get ready?” I raised my shoe. Nathan raised mine too. “Traitor,” I teased. He shrugged. “You’re worth the wait.” The questions kept coming. Who apologizes first? Who eats more? Who would survive a zombie apocalypse? When Ava asked that one, Nathan confidently raised his shoe. I raised mine. The crowd erupted again.