Novel & Cerita Hilarious Long Stories

She pulled back, a grin spreading across her face. "Okay, enough with the sappy stuff before I break out in hives. Want to hear a joke?” I laughed shaking off the heaviness of the conversations "Sure hit me” She launched into a ridiculous story about a goose that somehow got stuck in a wedding cake and by the time she was done I was laughing so hard my sides hurt. Once the laughter died down we slipped into a more relaxed conversation. I told her about the explosion at the HQ. “Have you heard anything new about it?"

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“Damn! You are the worst person to be here. I'm supposed to be crying or drinking away my sorrows but you are making me laugh. If my wife sees me now, she will think I'm happy to call it quits. What's wrong with you?” “Drink Noah Haper and keep your mouth shut. I'm sure you can't wait for me to begin my hilarious stories. A lot happened on my last trip and you will be laughing out your lungs when I'm done. Listen, have fun now that I'm here, laugh while it lasts and you are free to cry on your bed at night, okay?” “Silly boy!” Noah said and they both laughed again.

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.

Tips started pouring in faster now, donations pinging one after another. “Take that toy deeper for us, Luna.” The chat was eating up the way my voice kept cracking and getting breathier. Every time a big tip came through, Kai made me say it out loud while he played with the remote. “Thank you for the fifty bucks Mike. You’re so generous, it makes me so happy.” My voice broke right in the middle as he cranked the vibrator to max for a few long seconds. I had to fake a cough to cover the whimper that almost escaped. My clit felt swollen and aching, every strong buzz sending sharp, electric jolts straight up my spine.

He couldn't stop fantasizing about how good the man must feel and how deep it could go. Uea covered his face and laughed excitedly. His body trembled as he laughed. "This hungry man is about to eat!!!" He rejoiced in a low voice. "Eat what?" A deep and piercing voice suddenly rang in his ears. Uea was startled. He jumped backward, and his eyes widened as he free-fell toward the ground. His butt slammed recklessly on the hard ground. He let out a painful groan. "Damn it." He cursed as he tried to endure the pain.

Way too much food. But nobody seemed to care. The apartment filled with laughter. Stories. Jokes. Playful arguments. At one point Lily and Greta somehow ended up debating who knew me better. Minnie naturally joined in. Mostly to expose embarrassing childhood stories. Which I absolutely did not appreciate. "Remember when Carla tried cutting her own hair?" "Minnie." "And cried because she looked like a mushroom?" "MINNIE." The laughter that followed nearly shook the apartment. I buried my face in a pillow.

I loved working here. We started, by playing games and then watching a movie followed by our lunch break. The last one was the storytelling. I was telling them a story about the little red riding hood, where the wolf falls in love with a girl and ends up dying. Although the ending was not for children, I had to do something about it.

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.