Funny Short Stories Novels & Stories

"I've flown plenty. Still hate it every single time." "What helps?" "Not flying." He laughed—a genuine, low sound that sent a shiver down my spine and made my clit pulse. "Fair. But since we're already here, what usually gets you through it?" I considered lying. Saying I was fine, that I didn't need help from a handsome stranger who probably thought I was ridiculous. Instead, I said, "Distraction. If I can focus on something else, I can almost forget we're in a metal tube hurtling through the air at 500 miles per hour."

My sundress clung to my skin from the humidity, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how my nipples had stayed hard since the pool earlier. Tyler grinned wide, already slurring a bit as he slammed back the fresh drink. “Nah, baby, we’re celebrating! Honeymoon rules. Kyle, remember that time in college when you got so fucked up you tried to piss in the RA’s fridge?” He burst out laughing, loud enough that heads turned at nearby tables, slapping his brother on the arm. Kyle leaned back in his chair, that cocky smirk never leaving his face, his eyes locked on me across the table like he could see straight through my dress.

I never thought a stupid prank by my so-called friends would change everything. It was supposed to be harmless. A silly dare during a weekend hangout at my house while Mom was away visiting her sister. They tied my wrists with fuzzy handcuffs to the headboard, spread my legs with soft ropes to the bedposts, and left me in nothing but a tiny tank top and no panties. “Just for ten minutes,” they laughed, snapping pictures before running downstairs to “hide” and wait for my reaction.

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.

“You… you’re not mad?” “Mad?” Jake let out a low, dark laugh. He reached down and palmed the massive erection straining against his sweatpants, giving it a slow stroke through the fabric. “Baby, I’ve been jerking off thinking about you for weeks. And now I walk in and find you fucking yourself while you say my name? That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”

At one point, I was sure that I moaned, which only made Kai more focused on the job of relieving my pressure, all with a satisfied smile. I could have stayed there all night, laughing, talking, and drinking. But it was nearly four in the morning, and I thought it best I get home. I didn’t need my lonely heart making any rash decisions. Once safe inside, I sent a group text and told them I had a lot of fun and that i’d be in touch. Barely able to wiggle out of my dress, I was too exhausted to wash off my makeup or take a shower. I found pleasure in the feel of my sore and sweaty body. It was the most fun

His eyes were bristling with anger while he said this because he couldn’t tolerate Caroline’s rude behavior. “You have time to decide till tomorrow! And if your answer is NO then you can tell me RIGHT NOW!” “I never said my answer is NO. I’ll think and tell by tomorrow.” Caroline rushed out of the office with attitude as she yelled at my dad. ***** “What a dumb human! Money cant buy happiness??? Money can buy anything! And if you have money then why do you need happiness anyways. These emotions/feelings are such a waste of time!” Caroline mumbled in anger in her office.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

It has stopped snowing for a while. Our laughter mixes with the scent of smoke and the faint chill of the night. We’re playing truth or dare, joking, teasing, discussing office dramas and trivial gossip. The game falls silent when Mr. Hale steps out with Frank. Both taking seats by the fire. To everyone’s surprise, he casually says he wants to join in whatever we were doing. When it’s my turn again, I get dared to act like Mr. Hale. I hesitate until I catch his approving smile. Taking a deep breath, I try to mimic him perfectly

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.