Adult Knock Knock Jokes Novels & Stories

I teased as I hear him laughing under his throat. "Knock knock." He calls out. "What?" I asked in confusion. "Not what. But who. Again, knock knock." he insisted. I chuckle when I realized that he was going to tell me another knock knock joke. "Fine. Who's there?" "Waiter." "Waiter who?" "Waiter I get my hands on you." I laughed aloud and I can hear him laughing with me too. His jokes are getting into me and even though they are somewhat corny, it was still very much hilarious. “That was one of my sexy knock-knock jokes." he sounded so proud.

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.

“At least your love life’s never boring. I mean, two brothers? That’s like… Olympic-level relationship management. I don’t know how you’re not charging admission.” “I think you’re living a soap opera, and I’m the best friend who gets to watch it live. Of course I think it’s funny.” I rolled my eyes, but her grin was contagious, and before long we were laughing — not because it was funny, but because if we didn’t, I might cry. The laugh died when the knock came. It wasn’t normal knocking. Not just a polite tap tap. No. No pauses. No waiting for a reply. Just a steady, heavy thud like whoever it was had decided they were getting in one way or another.

*** *knock**knock**knock* The continuous knocking on my door doesn’t stop, for a moment I decide to ignore it until the person goes away, but the knocking doesn’t stop; each knock being louder than the last one. Who could be knocking at this hour of the night, it’s 2am in the morning, shouldn’t this person be sleeping. I lazily pull myself out of bed as I sleepily stagger to the door, careful not to trip. “Who’s that?” I ask with a yawn, the knocking immediately stops at the sound of my voice, the person on the other side of the door clears their throat before speaking up, “it’s me, open the door” “Nek!” I say in surprise, “what are you doing here?” I ask, “I came to get you”. I shake my hea

Knock. At my door.

There was a little force and anger to this one, but not too much. "Our knocker is too patient" Lauren jokes "In fact, too patient to be Matt.” "Lauren I'm going to open the door.” "Yeah, what you should have done, like ten knocks ago. Plus, you're closer to the door than me.” "You mean I'm not a coward like you.” "Ouch, harsh much, you don't have to be too harsh," Lauren says rolling her eyes at Loretta. "Wait, Lauren isn't there a special way Matt knocks? I mean he can't just be knocking recklessly on your door.”

******* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock * I was still in deep sleep my eyes barely opened when I heard that someone was knocking hard on my bed room's door. But I was too tired to open the door so I covered my ears from the pillow and pulled the blanket back on me. I shouldn't have to stay at the party the whole night, I knew it, the hangover will take me. I won't do that mistake again but I need sleep. *knock* *knock*

The whole neighborhood screamed bold—the kind of bold that flirted with danger. “I think you’re supposed to knock,” I teased, only half-joking. “What if it’s one of those ultra-secret clubs full of mobsters and you need a special knock? Like knock-knock… pause… knock-knock-knock?” Samy whispered, doing the motions. We both stifled nervous giggles. “Just knock, woman,” I hissed, even though my stomach was doing cartwheels. Before her knuckles touched metal, the door slid open with a soft hiss. A man who had to be pushing six-foot-seven, built like a linebacker with a face that said he ate smiles for breakfast, filled the doorway.

### Knock knock "Remus, Bella, wake up!" Knock knock "Hey it's nine in the morning! Wake up lovebirds!” Sandro kept shouting and banging on his friend's door, with him stood Rene who had only been staring at Sandro in horror. It was still early, and this man was already making a fuss. Tok… Tok “Shouldn't we wait until they really are awake? This seems impolite?” Rene said. "Too long, I don't want to stay here too long. I want this to be over quickly."

This was becoming unhealthy. Knock …knock… Too reluctant to get out of bed, I glance at the door then back at the ceiling. “Fuck the hell off” I say loudly. There was no need for me to be rude but I couldn’t care less. Knock knock “Are you deaf? I said Go the fuck away.” I was getting irritated Knock…. knock…. Now I was pissed. Was this person deaf ? I was sexually frustrated, financially in ruin and this asshole was knocking at my door at 8pm.