Dirty Stories Funny Novels & Stories

“You put it on every day before the uniform. But some things manage to pierce through.” That was when they discovered a peculiar, dark humor that only those who flirt with danger every day can cultivate. They started laughing at things that would horrify an ordinary civilian. Vick told him about a thief who tried to escape by jumping into a trash can and got stuck. Devon laughed about a situation where an angry cat attacked the crew during a minor kitchen fire, making it more dangerous than the flames themselves. They laughed not because the situations were funny, but because the absurdity was a necessary release valve. It was a secret language of survivors.

Dirty Little Secret Intro: He had caught her in a fucking strip club! Yes he wasn't related to her and he was her fucking perverted step daddy with his fantasy fetish of having her ride his cock but he still doesn't approve her being a fucking stripper. Galen's P.O.V. Have had this shittiest of all days I need a drink to drown my misery. I head across town to a place where there's a strip club and a bar, it was a far cry out of town but it will do.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

I doubt anyone saw it, but it meant everything to me. “Okay…. I might secretly love hearing you call me a good girl.” Her face was priceless as Gavin tossed his head back and laughed. “Ah, a praise kink… don’t we all?” I laughed as Gavin drew a card. “Red.” He looked at me. “What is your most embarrassing story?” I started to laugh, but had to lick my lips from smiling. “Ah, please tell us.” Stacy reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “Please! I’m dying to know what just went through your head.”

Adrian made his way into the elevators that led to his office floor. It wasn't going to be easy dealing with trying to upgrade their product acceptability thanks to Golden Finger's dirty tricks. His phone chimed and he stopped in his tracks abruptly. Rissa sent him an unusual video, she was in his office dancing seductively to an old song with a caption. “I haven't done this in eight years” He almost lost his balance as shock registered on his face. All of a sudden, he burst into uncontrollable laughter. She was a great dancer, no doubt, but Rissa Stonebridge was just full of wonders.

"If there was a way to do this DNA test without risking the pregnancy, I could pressure her." "That's exactly what my uncle will explain to us. I'll try to set up lunch with him," Fred said enthusiastically. "And you won't believe this. Would you believe the secretary hit on me?" I remembered and said laughing. "She even gave me her number." "Oh, for God's sake, did your mother put honey on you instead of baby powder?" Rick mocked. "You must be made of sugar, Alexander, women just fly at you." We all burst out laughing, and the guys' jokes had no limits. In the end, my day had been terrible, but my friends managed to make my night better.

The young woman laughed so hard tears filmed into her blue eyes. “An affair? With Gary Kline! Hell no. I hooked up with him one time because I drank Tequila that night and he was there. There will be no repeat performance. He was boring but at least he can eat pussy. And he was uncircumcised which only like dark guys can pull off well. I once fucked the rapper Dirty Mo in a club in Miami. Now his dick was fuckin’ huge. Like as long as my arm.”

A tear rolled down my eyes as i came one more time, and so did Stacy ,she pulled out of me and unstrapped herself, wiping it with a few wet wipes, and packing it up in her bag before fixing herself up and without a word leaving, the burial ground, I cleaned up myself, before fixing my suit and hair, looking at her tomb stone one more time. "Stacy, I am going …to miss you… So darn much--" breaking down sobbing again. Dragging my now weightless and heavy-burdened self back home. Entering into our little home, our warm cozy mansion, filled with so much love..and laughter and tears ...and sex..good sex..., I walked to the fridge and grabbed a six-pack beer, and one after the other, I drowned the

“What happened to our food? Did you leave it out there?” “It’s in the car. I had them package it.” Sly stared at the closed restroom door. “You sure took your time in there.” “That’s because I had to do more than peeing.” His brows furrowed with confusion. “I had to poo Sly.” He choked. “Exactly. Now come on .” “That was disgusting,” Sly mumbled under his breath. “I heard you Sly.” Laughing loudly like a deranged woman, I walked into the car. ~~~~~~~~~

Now, a little more about what happened last night. As you read in Maddie's first chapter, we discovered something that rocked our worlds collectively. We found out through dumb luck that our mom is a stripper. Now, don't get me wrong. She's not your run-of-the-mill "pole dancer". In fact, she never once used a pole for her performance. No, quite the contrary.