Funny Adult Stories Novels & Stories

He knew she loved presents and it always changed her moods in seconds. Martina held the chain that shined on her neck with a beautiful smile on her face. She danced to her room and sang her favorite songs. *************** “How are you doing today?” Asked Keith to his boss who was the owner of “Diamond jewelers”. “Nothing would happen to me anytime soon. Worry about yourself. How’re you Mr. Keith Jonas.” Inquired Mr. Paul. Mr. Paul was an 89-year-old gentleman who was an extremely kind person with a bitter tongue. His work made him gruff in nature. It was obvious that he had to be strict because trusting everyone when you have a business of gold and diamonds was really dumb.

Lenox pov Okay, so I didn’t get to see chihuahua faes attack the moron, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find some other way to have some fun around this guy. So far, the best I could think of is telling scary stories, and what’s even better is that this dude inhales each word like it’s true. “No! You can’t be serious!” He gasps, adding a step to his stride to keep up with me.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father forces son to be star in his adult film; mom inserts herself into film; they become a couple. Mom has primordial fight with another actress for right to do sex scene with son. Mom and son end up with studio after divorce. Father doesn't fare as well.]

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

She ignored it and continued to make her video, her big round ass vibrating as she twerked to a sensual music, 'Unholy. Dripping hot candle wax on her tits, Katharina moaned and ran her fingers through her pussy, her teeth sinking into her plump lower lip. Another message came in from the same user, "Changed my mind. I'm giving you one day, and if your video can make me cum in five minutes, I will make it five hundred thousand." Just then, Kate received a notification in her wallet. She had received a hundred thousand dollars from an anonymous fan, 'Mr. Sexy."

Max smiles, “You build blanket forts, you tell jokes, you know how to ballroom dance.” “I don’t tell jokes,” I explain. “Chad said you do. Lucy told him some of the jokes. It made them laugh,” Max replies. Curious, he asks, “Could I hear one?” I shake my head, “It was corny jokes to cheer her up is all. It was, “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Things most kids hear on a playground.” Max looks disappointed. Taking a deep breath, I say, “A cheeseburger walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve food here”.”

I feel the laughter bubbling up in my chest. “Well… fuck me!” THE END

Cassandra gasps as Willy, one of the oldest here, tells stories of his glory days. “Ask him how many ribs he’s missing,” I whisper to her, and her eyes widen in shock. “Four,” Willy says and holds up as many fingers. “Had them punched clean out of me.” “You’re lying,” she says with a laugh, and the sound of it heats my body from the inside out. “I’d never lie to a pretty woman,” Willy says, and his best friend George scoffs. “That’s the first person you’re lying to,” George says. “Don’t believe a word he says. But if you want to talk about real injuries, let me tell you about the time I dislocated both my hips and still won my fight.”