Funny Short Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

“He’s a ten but… he kisses his BMW goodnight every night.” Terri chuckled and gestured toward a tall, gangly guy with oversized glasses. “He’s a ten but… he says, ‘That’s all folks!’ after every joke he tells.” We both doubled over in laughter. I pointed at a shorter guy in a bright, colorful sweatshirt. “He’s a ten but… he writes erotic Dora the Explorer fan fiction.” Terri nearly choked on her drink. When she looked up she said, “He’s a ten but… he’s not potty-trained,” motioning toward a guy in JNCO jeans.

he remarked amusingly, grinning. She, too, grinned. "Yes. I am a good daughter and a good girl, and because I am a good girl," she pushed herself up to sit on top of Bernard without pulling his cock inside her, "let me give you a good fuck again. That's what a good girl does, right?" she said sexily. Bernard's grin grew wider. "Hell yeah," he grinned, but his grin quickly turned to a groan when she began riding him. He then thought, Ah! This is paradise!

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"And we're not actually a family complication. We're just two adults who fell for each other." "An unconventional relationship." "Very unconventional," he agreed. "But some of the best things are."

" I looked up as he ended his sentence. In response, I could only shrug. He watched me for a second before moving onto his next question with a small smile. Most of his questions were related to my personal hobbies and interests, before he started dwelling into his life in UK. His job, his friends, family. How he grew up. His likes and dislikes. I responded adequately to his every inquiry. All in all, he seemed like a nice guy. A guy that I can imagine spending the rest of my life peacefully with. Unlike someone else. We were still in the middle of one of his college story, when the adults came in. After some teasing about how we had lost track of time, numbers were exchanged.

“He’s so refreshing!” Auntie asked Finn to sing for them. He stood up, cleared his throat, and belted a terrible edition and version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” soo off-key and, dramatic, his arms spread wide like he was on Broadway. Halfway through, he forgot the words and started making them up: “Wise men say… only fools rush in… but I can’t help… falling in love with your daughter… and her excellent taste in lasagna…” The table erupted in laughter, even Dad cracked a smile.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

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.”

"We won't have you around much longer before you head back to school. Why don't you tell us some stories about your summer classes?" That went better than I expected. You see, my dad is a great storyteller. I'm sure when he retold some of my little anecdotes from college to his co-workers, they came out much better than when I told the same stories. Still, I was able to be entertaining and informative. It made me smile when I could coax a laugh out of them.

She felt exposed and used, but it made her wetter. One by one, the men took turns. The third investor replaced the first in her mouth. His cock was longer. It hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but kept sucking. Another man took her pussy. He fucked her hard from behind. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out filled the room. Cum from the previous man leaked out around him and dripped onto the rug. "Such an eager little slut," one man said. "Thorne, you trained her well." He admits. “I’m quite impressed.”