Funny Short Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

“We both like cock. We both love watching the other take it. Threesomes get us off hard—kinky shit too if everyone's down. You look like you could keep up.” He exhaled, eyes flicking to the trail—joggers passing, no one close enough to hear. His shorts tented slightly—cock thickening under the fabric. “This is wild. You two are young—twenty-five?” “Yep,” I said. “You?” “Thirty-nine.” Small smirk. “Old enough to know when something's too good to be true.”

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

Aunt Stella sat across from me, her low-cut top revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage that drew my eyes like a magnet, no matter how hard I tried to look away. I finished my meal quickly, leaving Mom and Aunt Stella to their lively conversation. Excusing myself, I headed to the bathroom, the clink of dishes and their laughter fading behind me. After relieving myself, I was zipping up my trousers when a hand suddenly wrapped around my cock, sending a jolt of electricity surging through my body. My breath caught, and I looked up to meet Aunt Stella’s gaze. Her eyes burned with a hunger that made my pulse race and my body respond instantly, hardening under her touch.

"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

Aside from her however, three women were giggling to each other while watching their friend cry over catching her husband's infidelity. * I do apologize for not updating daily and I will try to update more. I hope you guys are enjoying this collection so far! I have other stories you guys can check out!^^

Not about anything. “Ready?” he asked gently. I nodded without looking up. “Let’s go,” he whispered. He opened the door for me like a gentleman. I stepped outside first. The sun was. We started strolling. Jerry was easy to be with. He talked about light things — the weather, funny stories from the ranch, and the time a calf got stuck in a mud puddle and he had to pull it out with his bare hands. He made me laugh a few times, small quiet laughs that surprised me. I didn’t think I would be able to laugh today.

My usual energy was completely drained. Lillian, mistaking my fatigue for sadness, tried to cheer me up in the elevator. "Want to hear a joke? A wolf was heartbroken after a breakup. While hunting for food, he passed a wooden cabin and heard a father scolding his crying son, 'If you don't stop crying, I'll throw you outside to feed the wolf!' The wolf waited all night, but nobody came out. At dawn, the dejected wolf muttered, 'Men are such liars!'" I stared at her flatly. "That's not funny at all."

And so help me God, even if we went from night till morning, I don't think I'd get enough of how crazily good he was in bed. He knows how to fuck a woman. I was snapped back by Layla's smack on my back. "What are you cooking for us today, by the way?" she asked, peeking into the pot of sauce I was making. "Pita bread and meat sauce." "Hmm... it smells nice. Let me go freshen up, then." I slapped her ass as she walked away. "Lazy ass." She stopped by the door and glared at me. "Why do I need to stress myself with cooking when I have you and my Dad to do the work?"

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

I couldn't control myself anymore and laughed hard at his face. "O...look at your face...you...you couldn't take my joke lightly...i was kidding okay... And on a serious note, i just put in action what i have read..." I confessed truly this time. "Hell you and your silly jokes...never repeat the one...actually i am surprised more on your confession as i never knew you would be reading such stuff..." He said amusingly. "I have read many adult novels. And you're saying as if you never read such stuffs" i said pouting my lips.