Spanish Interrogatives Novels & Stories

- "I love you, you know that right?" "Te quiero, papa, te veo esta noche." - "I love you, daddy, see you tonight" "Necesito hablar con usted y solo a él, por favor?" - "I need to talk to you and him alone, please" "Si" - "Yes" "Serán los padrinos de mi hijo, por favor?" - "Will you be my child's godparents, please?" "Si, me encantaria" - "Yes, I'd love to"

It’s like being struck by tiny volts of lightning, my legs nearly giving out beneath me as he steps into me. With nowhere to go, my back is flushed against him, my body betraying me, wanting me to submit to him as he continues trailing butterfly touches to the front of my thighs and up to my hips where he stills. He hums lightly, bringing his face to the side of my head where his lips whisper into my ear, “¿Por qué eres tan traviesa, muñeca?” (“Why are you so troublesome, doll?”) Playfully, I admit, “I don’t know what you just said, but…” my voice trails off in thought, trying to remember the handful of Spanish words that I know. “¿Sí, papi?”

“Authorized personnel as in just the numbered guys?” “Numbered?” He asks back. “You know, you… Dos, Tres, Seis, Seite,” I say while animatedly tapping my fingers. “Well, I can count in Spanish now. Although I’d say it’s kinda discriminatory to the other workers that it’s always just you guys.”

Satisfied? “Something like that”, I retorted. “So, you find me repulsive, now”, she asked again. I am getting worked up over all her questions. Couldn’t she just shut up? Man, we were stranded on an island nobody was on. Couldn’t she get hints? “Where are you heading at again, mi esposa?”, I said in my Spanish accent and she tugged in her head forward, looking into my eyes daringly. “That you now resent your wife because she didn’t notice your stupid years back!”, she said. She actually sounded and I wondered if her background made her this or she made herself this.

I thought they both won't even talk, it seems like that's better than this question. " Yeah, I do. For example, I want the options to be pussy or ass. Witch one she likes to...." I understand what he's saying. Seriously, Ryder? Can't they ask anything simpler like what's my favourite colour? Well, that should be a question to kids. " That's enough. I take the second option. I mean despacito," I stuttered, saying the word slow in Spanish. Somehow, I remember 'despacito' song if I think about slow.

I yelled in the hope she could hear me but still no answer. "Cassandra" I warned shaking the door handle. "I'll kick this fucking door down if you don't open it" As soon as I was about to kick down the door it opened slowly revealing an angry Cassandra. "Maldito gilipollas, ¿tienes problemas de ira o algo así?!" Her Spanish accent dripping with anger but it kind of turned me on even though I had no idea what she was saying. (Spanish Translation: Fucking asshole, Do you have anger issues or something?!")

But honestly, I really want to kiss her. "I asked what it is that you want to tell me. But yeah, it could also be that… if that's what you heard." She replied and licked her lips, making me panic but mixed with excitement. "Yeah! Well... I… uh, mmm, yeah, I do want to tell you something… in Spanish, as well as kiss you." I boldly said, and she grinned. "Seguir. ¿Qué es?" She told me to go on, and I really am going to be myself right now. I'm going to say it before I'm too late.

* (Son of a bitch, I’m going to fuck your girl in the asshole, you can kill me, you queer. Even though my Spanish is a bit rusty, I answered him in his own idiom, surprising him: “Dime dónde Samantha es, o rasgar la garganta tan lentamente que va a rogar a morir.”* (Tell me where Samantha is, or I’ll tear your throat so slowly that you’ll beg to die.)

"Cómo estás¿" He frowned slightly but he replied, "día soleado, sin clientes," I didn't get what he said, but from his last words, I knew he was talking about customers. He probably had none. If I had to get a question out of him, I better patronize him. That was the way to a Spanish man's heart. "Uhm, can I get tacos? puedo pedir tacos?" He smiled and nodded before going ahead to get it ready. I stared at him for a while, wondering if he could speak any English.

He said and I smirked. "Por supuesto que estoy bromeando ( ofcourse, I'm kidding)" I said back to him in Spanish. "Por que actuaste como si no entendieras? ( Why did you act like you don't understand)" he asked in Spanish. "No queria molestias.( I didn't want any disturbance.)" I said with a shrug. "Me dejaran en paz si ven que no los entiendo ( they'll leave me alone if they see I don't understand them)" I said quietly.