Preguntas Para Conocer A Alguien Novels & Stories

“Okay, I need to ask you some questions, and I need you to just breathe and talk to me, and not be embarrassed or worry about anything. It’s just you and me, no one else. Have you ever been with a man or had sex when you made the decision and it was consensual and all of that?” Her eyes are huge and she swallows, and then she doesn’t say anything but she just shakes her head no, so I take a deep breath and go on, “Okay, another question, and as I said please don’t get embarrassed or think anything negative about this, but have you ever craved sex or wanted sex, or have you ever been turned on or touched yourself to give yourself pleasure?”

Dennis said. "Well, I can still memorise your favourite colour, your best meal and hobbies. We've talked about that the other day right?" replied Kelsey. Dennis nodded and ran his left hand through his hair. "I'm not sure if they'll be asking you such cheap questions." "Cheap questions?" "Yes," Dennis replied and went on. "They may want to know how we met, maybe ask about your family, your childhood and other stuff you know? Maybe ask about my favourite music, what my mood is like and the rest."

I said. She continued, "you would fill out a lengthy questionnaire about your likes, dislikes, how far you are willing to take things, if hugging, touching, etc is allowed. Whatever both parties agree to for each date is all that will be expected. Sometimes the date might want to speak to you on the phone ahead of time, to kind of get to know you, or set the pace. Sometimes you are being hired to look like a girlfriend so you need to know a little bit about each other.

he asks “You think, I don't want to?” “Just needed to be sure. So, what do you think?” “I think,” I say as I get to my feet. “Befoee we make any decision, we should get a basic understanding and knowledge of who they are and where they come from, sor you think.” “You are going to question her?” he asks as he gets to his feet with me

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."

’ So Lisa followed him to the small park and experienced what she thought was an absolute bombardment, like a sudden storm of questions. Godfrey's questions were all-encompassing. It started with her age, family, occupation, then educational background. He asked about which university, high school, middle school, and even elementary school she graduated from... and so on. In the end, he even wanted to know her grades in primary school! Lisa couldn't help but sigh. Were blind dates so tedious nowadays? Did it require so many questions? "Ms. Quest, have you been in a relationship before?" Godfrey asked.

He was eager to know what question Damien was giving so much introduction; he wanted to know if he could tease him with whatever it was that he was about to ask. "How does one know when they like someone else?" "WHAT!?" "How do you know when you see someone else?"

“You know, of things we want to know about each other? Just to make it less awkward when we’re at my parents’ place.” Kiera glances at me, surprised but intrigued. “A game?” “Yeah, like a fun questionnaire. It could break the ice. We could take turn asking things, like our dreams, what we wanted to be when we grew up… you know, stuff that helps us not feel like strangers.” She laughs softly, the sound easing some of the tension. “Okay, that could work. But only if I get to ask the first question.” “Deal,” I reply, smiling. “What do you want to ask?”

“How about you tell me a few things? Like maybe how old you are, where you lived before we found you, or even about your hopes and dreams?” She sighed at my antics. “I’m old enough, and in case nobody ever told you, it’s impolite to ask a woman about her age. Also, to ask if she’s pregnant, even if it’s blatantly obvious, or to ask how many sexual partners she’s chosen to have. Everything else should be pretty much free game, but you might also not get the answers you’re hoping for. Especially from me.” Amy paused, and while her tone was completely sweet, I was once again feeling uncomfortable with not knowing how to properly do this friendship thing.

“Got any siblings?” “Yeah, a younger one.” “Really?” Her face brightens up and she leans forward. “What is their name?” “His name is Kay. He should be around your age.” “Huh, how do you know my age?” She asks. “Hmm, how old are you?” “It is rude to ask people their age.” “No, it is not. It is only rude if that’s the first thing you ask but I am really curious here. How old are you?”