Humorous Inspirational Short Stories Novels & Stories

“I have my moments.” We talk about everything except football—travel horror stories, worst interviews we’ve done (theirs are better than mine), the general absurdity of adult life. Harper tells a story about accidentally interviewing the wrong athlete at the Olympics—fifteen minutes in before anyone realized. Sloane talks about the time she got stuck in an airport for three days covering a story that fell through. I tell them about the teammate who thought “per diem” was a type of pasta. It’s easy. Natural. The kind of conversation that makes hours feel like minutes.

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

I couldn’t sleep either, kept thinking about you saying no one’s ever stayed. **VesperVixen:** Brutal honesty from the bakery boy. I like it. Yeah, that part was real. Guys see Vesper Vixen and think “jackpot.” They don’t see Ivy. The one who forgets to eat when she’s editing, the one who blocks creeps and still cries after, the one who’s tired of being a fantasy. **quietreader87:** Then they’re stupid. I see Ivy. The one who reads poetry at 3 a.m. The one who laughs at dumb memes. The one who’s real.

Title: My Best Friend’s Dad Bred My Tight Hole Chapter 2 The next morning I woke up with a deep ache in my ass. Mr. Reynolds’ thick load from last night had leaked out during the night and left sticky trails on my thighs. Every time I moved I could still feel how open and used my hole was. It made me hard again just thinking about it.

I smiled, intrigued by her enthusiasm, and leaned back in my chair, silently encouraging her to continue. Sophia launched into a series of stories, each one more silly and entertaining than the last. She told me about the time she had accidentally spilled coffee all over her shirt and had to walk out of the shop with a giant stain on her chest. She told me about the time she had tried to order a complicated coffee drink and had ended up with a concoction that was completely undrinkable. And she told me about the time she had met a friend at the coffee shop and had ended up getting into a heated argument with him over something ridiculous. As she talked, I found myself becoming more and more

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

Stories that didn’t matter, but somehow felt important in that moment. And he listened. Actually listened. Not like he was waiting for his turn to speak. But like he cared. At one point, she said something stupid about locking herself out of her own apartment once, and he laughed. Not politely. Not quietly. He actually laughed. Claire stopped mid-sentence and stared at him. “What?” he asked, still smiling. “You don’t laugh like that at work.” “I don’t laugh at work.” “That’s not true.” “It’s rare.” She tilted her head slightly. “You’re more fun than I thought.”

I walked close to the shelf, reaching my hand up to grab the packet but my hand didn't reach it. "Fuck being short!" I grunted getting on my tippy toes but my hand didn't even graze the packet. I guess I will have to jump, I jumped up and this time my hand grazed the packet but it only pushed it more away from me. Just as I was about to give you and just settle for the ice cream alone, a rigid warm body pressed me into the counter. I closed my eyes as I could literally feel every hard abs of his on my back.

Unintentionally, an amused grin found itself across my face. "Yes, sir?" I came to stand near him and another senior resident; clasping my hands behind me. He pointed to the screen before beginning his annoying routine. "Madam, I think we have encountered a newly discovered illness." I looked away from the stupid feigned serious look on his face to the TV screen where he had pointed. It read—sudden faihtness. I watched it for a moment, in vain attempts to bite down my smile—and very, very much glad for the mask at that moment, before turning back to him; whose face was a mixture of anticipation, curiosity and that irritating lopsided grin.

she soberly said. Immediately Belinda was done talking, Rita burst into uncontrollable laughter. She laughed her ribs out while the other party looked as serious as any other thing. To Rita, they looked like clowns who had come to snatch her 6 years old baby from her; everything was indeed laughable to her. After laughing for a while, she addressed the issue one last time.