Funny This Or That Questions Novels & Stories

“We did. Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. Ok, let me think of another question. Ok, I have it. What’s your wolf’s name?” “Jake. Yours?” “Missy. But that counts as your question 5, so let me think of another question…. Mashed potatoes or French fries?” “That’s an odd question. Mashed potatoes. Question 6. Coffee or hot chocolate?” “Neither. Dessert or steak?” “Are we talking food? Because if we are talking food, steak. If dessert can include a female, dessert all the way.”

He should as well have a cold shower than having to play a question and answer game he remembered playing when he was 5 with a hard-on. "Please," she pleaded pouting and because he was a fool and had a weakness that started with M, he settled back. "So, you are to answer a question in the next five seconds then ask a question back. Anyone who takes more than five seconds, before they blurt out answers loses." Xavier nodded in agreement asking her to go first. "Favorite pizza topping?" "Pepperoni." He smiled, "Favorite colour?" "Black." He chuckled not believing her choice of favorites as he had expected her to go for pink or yellow, something girly. "Where have you always wanted to visit?"

Even though that's usually what people say when you should do the opposite of trusting someone. I'm suckered in. "Let's do it." I skip ahead of him, turning to walk backward so I can see his face. His grin softens into something really happy. "First question: favourite TV series." This is easy. But if his goal is for us to say the same answer, he's going to lose because my answer is as niche as it is bad. I brace myself as we both answer. "Fringe." We turn to look at each other, bursting out laughing at the same time.

there, as I am ready to start our private talk, I ask my first question, “What color do you like?” He takes a second to react to my abrupt question. He then answers, “Red.” “Oh!” as hard as I can, I slap on my firm ass with my palm, making a sharp and loud noise, “Like the pantie I’m wearing today. Sexy and passionate.” I said. My answer claims an odd look from him. I cover my mouth as I giggle shyly. Then, I ask my next question, “What coffee do you like?” Without pondering, he answers, “Ristretto.”

"How about we play safer games going forward?" "Like what, like football?" he joked. "Anything but Twenty Questions."

“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?”

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.

Leo asked out of the blue. "There's not much to say, but if you want, we can play twenty questions," I asked softly. He nodded, and I went first. "What is your favorite color?" I asked "Black, you?" "Blue and gray" "favorite food?" "Italian, you?" "Chocolate" "You understand that chocolate isn't the type of food I asked about, right?" Leo said as he flashed me his sexy dimples. "Whatever, next question" I said, sticking out my tongue.