15 Funny Short Stories Novels & Stories

His mouth was warm and a bit beery, and I counted in my head—one, two, three—feeling his hand tentatively on my arm. At ten, I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, cheeks hot. "There, happy? That was nothing." Mike blinked, touching his lips. "Whoa, Angela, you've got skills. My heart's racing." The others teased him mercilessly, and I laughed it off, but inside, a thrill zipped through me. Okay, that wasn't so bad. Kinda fun, actually. Rounds kept rolling—truths spilling out about secret crushes and awkward boners in public, dares like chugging a mystery drink that turned out to be straight vodka mixed with hot sauce.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her. “My favorite one was the story about the daughter that goes on a Road Trip with her daddy,” Franny crooned. As she said it, her eyes glanced up at Bob and I saw a crooked grin wash across his face. “Yes. I like that story too,” Bob growled softly. “It made me appreciate our motor coach in a whole new light,” he chuckled.

Subh-Dil faked a smile and told her. “You have a headache, your health isn’t well, you are looking pale too...” Rida counted a few symptoms of Subh-Dil and become happy. "Yeah! But why are you looking so happy?" Shockingly, Subh-Dil looked at her friend, who looked like she has won a lottery. “Is there some good news?" Wiggling her brows Rida asked “What? You really don’t think before speaking.” Shock plaster over Subh-Dil’s face on Rida’s remark.

Lena leaned forward suddenly, her elbows on the table, pushing her cleavage up in that low-cut top she wore, her cheeks flushed pink from the drinks, and she clapped her hands together once, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Boring, beer pong is for freshmen who do not know how to have real fun, let us do something with actual stakes tonight, like strip shot roulette, where the loser has to take a shot and then remove one piece of clothing, but we make it better by adding dares, really filthy ones that no one can back out of,” she suggested, her voice dropping to that husky tone she got when she was excited, winking at me across the table, her foot nudging mine under the chair, and I felt

“I am a good friend. That’s why no stripper. Got you wine early, now I can take you home to tuck you in early for a good night’s sleep. I know you can’t handle your wine.” “Fine,” Shorter responded. “I’m swimming. You coming?” he asked as he shucked his underwear. “Soon as I finish this beer,” responded Taller taking a seat in the granus at the edge of the pond. Shorter stood up on the rock I had recently been lying on. I got a good view of his well-hung muscular form just before he dived in. He surfaced in the middle and began swimming around. My luck ran out just as he neared my hiding place. A fish chose that Woman Of The Houseent to nibble my bust surprising the crap out of me. I jumped

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.