Funny Short Stories Novels & Stories

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)

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Cupping my mound through the shorts, I feel my juice seeping out and I rub two of my fingers on it in slow circles, but it's not enough, so I put my hands right into my shorts to touch myself. My finger on my pussy directly feels good, I gasp as shock waves travel through my body and then I open my eyes to see that there is a magazine under one of the bottles. Pulling my wet hand out of my shorts, I use the other clean one to pick up the magazine that caught my attention, it's the same magazine Ellie once brought to the bathroom when she let me watch her masturbate. Back then I had been too shy to look at the magazine but now…it's only me here and I want to see it all.

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

The occupants at the table roared to life again with laughter like everyone was on some cue to burst into short laughs at the same time. “Please let him be. I mean look at the size of him, he’s a man mountain!” said Jordan with a mouthful of cheesecake himself. “I wish I was half his size, I’d move the fridge to my room.” Again, everybody broke off into short, momentary bursts of laughter, while Mark, now clearing out the last crumbs of cheesecake on his plate, nodded with a slight grin in the affirmative of Jordan’s remark about him. He took one quick glance at everybody at the table from his wife, to Jordan and Sandy, the couple who had been good neighbors to him and his wife since they mo

“You’re high. There’s nothing to tell.” “Aha! Now I know you’re lying. You make that funny little half-laugh when you’re lying through your teeth,” I said. “Fess up. I want to know all the juicy details.” “Damn it, Lance,” Randell growled, shutting his book with an agitated movement. “Now she’s not going to stop until you tell her.”

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Kyle, with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, said, "Mom, do you have any funny stories from your school days?" Valerie, reminiscing, chuckled, "Oh, plenty! One time, my friends and I tried to organize a surprise birthday party for our teacher, but she accidentally found out and pretended to be surprised. We were so caught off guard!" The kids, captivated by the story, burst into laughter. Kelly teased, "Mom, you were a mischievous one too!" Valerie, joining in the laughter, added, "Well, life is full of little adventures and surprises. Those moments make the best stories, don't they?"

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 forced a laugh, a nervous chuckle that sounded fake even to my own ears. “Of course,” I said quickly, trying to keep my voice light. “I was only joking. We’re not anything to each other. Just… that was fun, right? No big deal. I didn’t mean anything serious by it.” I laughed again, the nervous chuckle coming out a little too loud this time. I waved my hand like it was nothing. “Yeah, totally. Just helping each other out. Friends with benefits for one night or whatever. Forget I said anything.”