Funny Short Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

Her friend laughed again, and I heard a soft thud, like flesh hitting flesh, followed by a moan. My cock throbbed, straining against my jeans. I was so hard, my heart hammering in my chest. I had to get out. I had to escape. But then, the shorter one spoke, her voice low and sultry. "Wait, I have an idea." I froze, my hand on the door handle. "You're going to love this," the tall one purred. I turned to look at them, my breath catching. They were both naked, their bodies glistening with sweat, their breasts heaving with each ragged breath. The shorter one was on her knees, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening and ready.

His eyes moved across the page, and I watched his expression shift from amused to confused and hungry. He laughed softly, pulling a pen from his pocket. "May I?" I nodded, unable to speak but drool from his captivating eyes. There was just something about his eyes that made me want to stay rooted to the spot like an obedient puppy. My to-do list Missionary (classic) Doggy style Oral (giving) Oral (receiving) Sixty-nine Getting fucked against a wall Getting fucked in a car Being fucked with handcuffs Trying anal sex Saying "I love you" during sex (even if fake)

Did they hurt you!? ~ Zarah~ Alex let out a choked laugh once we’d reached a safe distance, far enough to be sure those men weren’t on our heels anymore. Throwing his head back, he laughed again, the sound disappearing into the night air. It was 10 p.m., and the sparse crowd around us stared like we’d lost our minds. “Glad you find this funny,” I said dryly, though a faint smile tugged at my lips as I dangled my heels in the air.

But these two idiots just had to compete on who would gift the restaurant a bit of 'charity money'. "Do you two understand what shame means at all?" the blonde upbraided, hands akimbo. "Does shame pay the bills?" Kingsley asked, a brow raised. "Shame doesn't exist in my world. In my world, if licking dog shit publicly is gonna get one a higher-up's absolute trust, he doesn't hesitate," "I see," Sean nodded sagely. Then he just went upstairs to shower. Who knew these two would come to join him completely naked? A little banter soon morphed into an intense fuck session in the shower, each one taking turns to fuck Sean in different styles.

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?”

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.

“You’ve… done this before?” His laugh was low and filthy, his eyes darkening as they held hers. “Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.”

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.

The boy who had no clue that while he was texting me goodnight, I was riding my stepdad like I’d been starved for him. I hesitated, chewing my lip, lost in my own thoughts. Alice giggled, dragging me back. “Babe, don’t tell me you’re actually thinking of juggling both. You’re insane.” I smirked, leaning closer. “I can give them both at the same time, though.” I gave her shoulder a playful nudge as I said it, teasing. Her eyes widened, and then she burst out laughing, loud enough that half the class turned to look at us.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my