Women's Bible Study Icebreaker Questions Novels & Stories

“You mean biblically?” “No,” Ice growled, all joking manner gone now. “No. I mean that I know you’re the kind of woman who fucking stands in front of a speeding van to protect a little girl, at huge risk to herself. I know that you’re the kind of woman who, after she comes to in a hospital bed covered in bandages and braces, asks about that little girl before she asks about herself. I know that you’re the kind of woman who gets a broken neck, and can hang tough about it. You’re fucking brave, and strong, and fierce… and I’m the asshole who had you alone and in my arms, dozens and dozens of times, and never once asked you if you like wine, and if so, what color. Where you grew up. Your favori

“The bible allows man and woman to enjoy sex as long as they are married, the Bible says that your body belongs to your husband and your husband’s body belongs to you.. Are you with your bible?” “Yes” “Open to Proverbs 5 vs 19 and read it out loud” after reading it she looked shocked “Open to Songs of Solomon 7 vs 7-8” she was stunned again “Open to Isaiah 66 vs 11” she read again “Oh my God” she exclaimed “I have never seen this before” she said

Marcus ignored him. "And women also have problems with men hitting on them all the time, does that mean that straight sex should be outlawed?" Marcus asked. "When people said that the Bible told them that a black man should not marry the white woman he loves, do you think we should say, 'oh well! If the Bible says that to you, that is fine?' Do you think we should have just avoided the subject and accepted things the way they were?"

Susan suddenly stood up, her steps purposeful as she made her way over to Grace. “Ah... Here comes the devil," Grace murmured as she caught a glimpse of Susan walking up to her. "Oh God, give me the strength to face this devil," she whispered aloud, earning disapproving glances from her coworkers. Ignoring their stares, she continued with determination, "What? Need divine strength to confront evil, don't we all? Isn't that in the Bible?" She questioned. "That's amusing; I never took you for a believer," remarked the woman with the round breasts, her tone laced with skepticism.

"Anyone can respond, and I'll share with you my darkest secret about my hour-long journey among waterfalls at the bottom of the spring. I am aware of what you were whispering about me some time back!" While she waits for their response, Ericka controls her laughing. Her eyes turn round and sparkle, making it impossible for anybody to guess, and they exchange curious glances. "Now, what does she like to imply?” As one of the two talkative students dares to declare, “We are not yet reading the Bible, but we would want to hear about your firsthand experience at the bottom of the river, Erika, my dear. Could you tell us one more riddle that seems related to our lesson? We'll be able to recognize

“Come on! Would Cedric follow around her if she weren’t so gorgeous?” “How come we’re not seeing Cedric? Where the hell is he?” … As it evening went on, the participants and mentors started to play an icebreaker game by passing around a flower. Everyone had put their question inside a box, and those who were holding the flower when the drumming stopped had to randomly pick a question and answer it truthfully. The first person to hold the flower when the drumming stopped was Maia. Not expecting to be the first, she smiled ruefully.

“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?”

She opened it, hands trembling slightly, and found an organized set of instructions and a questionnaire. The questions were direct, leaving no room for ambiguity. They began with her name and age, then delved into deeper territory: Why do you seek a dominant? What is your experience level? What boundaries or limits do you have? Are you prepared to submit fully within the agreed terms? Are you new to this dynamic? Do you understand the importance of trust in submission? Describe any specific needs or expectations you have. Other questions began to surface, and suddenly, a wave of doubt crept in. Was she doing the right thing? Did she truly want this? As a Black woman, she had always believed

“Never mess with God’s creation, summary of Genesis.” I laughed and she laughed before I waved my hand to a waiter who collected her empty glass and gave us new drinks. “Here’s to new friendship.” I said as I raised my glass. “To new friendship.” She replied and our glass clanked before we sipped our drinks slowly. “What about women? Do you think they are all the same?” I asked as she moaned in thought. “It depends mostly on stereotypical instincts.” “What about you as a person?” I asked as she smiled.

Now to finish up with the last two 'truths' and claim my own prize all three of her virgin holes. "Time for the next truth Chastity are you ready?" "Oh Yes Please Greg Please tell me the next truth. I can't wait to hear it and repeat it for my reward." Do you remember in the Bible God told Eve that she would always desire her husband and all women would follow her example?" She frowned "Yes."