Funny Short Stories Adults Novels & Stories

Which was funny in itself. “I need some food,” I told Gracie, who was heading to the dodgems. “Catch you later,” she said as we parted ways. As I sat and ate my double cheeseburger and fries, I couldn’t help but overhear an argument from a nearby trailer. Someone has been sleeping with someone’s wife. I watch as a scuffle unfolds. “Who needs TV when you have entertainment like this?” a human boy says as he sits next to me. We watch in silence as a scuffle takes place in the tiny trailer and a man is thrown through the door. He is then fired. I snorted with laughter. It must have been the fair owner’s wife he was sleeping with.

His brother fell in love and finally became a comedian? Then Harold sent some jokes. Rhino saw the jokes and said to Calista, "Wanna hear a funny joke?" Calista was looking down and uttered,"Say." Rhino started to crack jokes. " A bear walks into a bar and says, 'Give me a whiskey and … cola.' The bartender looked at the bear and asked, 'Why is there a big pause between whiskey and cola?' The bear shrugged. 'I’m not sure; I was born with them.' " Calista smiled faintly. But her upsetness hadn't decreased even a little. Rhino was disappointed again. He told a few more jokes like this. But still Calista was not smiling. Rhino's rhythm was sweaty. It seemed to him that he was giving a big exam

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

He told stories. Good ones, the kind that had been refined through repetition into their best version — funny and specific, the details exactly right, the kind of story that made you feel you had been in the room when it happened. My mother laughed. Dominic made the compressed thing, the almost-smile, more than once. I laughed too. Genuinely. The unmanaged kind, the laugh that arrived before you’d decided to have it. Marcus noticed.

His big hand was gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back onto his cock as he sank into me in one long thrust. A moan tore from my throat, muffled by the pillow. I reached back with my free hand, slick fingers circling my tight little ass hole, teasing the rim the way I imagined he might if he owned every inch of me. The dual sensation made my toes curl, my pussy squelched with obscene noises as I fucked myself harder, hips rolling desperately. In my fantasy, Steven growled against my ear, voice low: “You’ve been teasing me for years, baby girl. Parading around in these shorts, bending over where I can see that pretty pussy. This tight cunt is mine now.”

“The hell…?” Behind him, Ally burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach. “Got you! Oh my god, I got you so good!” she wheezed between laughs. Shawn stared at her, bewildered. “Ally… what is this?” “April Fool’s, big bro!” she sang, still giggling. His shoulders dropped dramatically. “Jesus, Ally. That was not funny.” “Oh please,” she grinned, wiping tears from her eyes. “You think what Dad pulled on us last year was funny? The whole fake vacation, making us pack, driving us to the damn airport…?”

His voice was low and steady, rumbling against my ear, and it made me feel safe, like I could tell him anything too. I was in the middle of sharing a funny story from my last hiking trip—about how I'd gotten lost for an hour chasing what I thought was a deer but turned out to be a shadow from the trees—when I felt it. Jaxon's cock, hard and hot, pressing right against my ass. It had stiffened up while I was talking, nudging between my cheeks like it had a mind of its own. My words faltered for a second, heat rushing through me as I remembered how good he'd felt earlier on the couch. But I kept going, giggling a bit at the memory of tripping over a root in the woods.

He Nicolas, my brother's friend, sucking and licking my left shoulder and side of my neck. A lone tear fell down my eyes and a low moan left my mouth. “Ahh.. Nicole Stop-.” “I'm Nicholas, baby and I'm not going to stop now.” “You seem too impatient.” Clover teased Nicholas. “I can't help but your sister is too hot to resist.” “Ah you're right. Who can know better than me?” Clover winked at Nicolas. Then both started laughing like evils. A drop of sweat fell down from my forehead. “Oh! God , Now , What ,they gonna do?”

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!