Humorous Short Stories With A Twist Novels & Stories

The cap of my dick turned red and fat and before I knew what was happening, my mind emptied as I shot out hot cum… “Fuck! What the hell just happened?!” My eyes were empty and confused and when I looked down, I realised the lady was twitching and thrashing around like there was something about to explode inside her. Curling my lips in a smirk, I suddenly leaned and buried my face between her thighs, my hand holding her thighs down to stop her from moving around, while my tongue gently curled inside her. “Oh my goodness! Ahhh…! Not there…Nghh~”

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

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.

Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…" I opened the door and addressed everyone regretfully, "Look at this madman. He's delusional. Everyone knows my ex-fiancé died on the battlefield. How could he possibly be standing here now?" The crowd burst into laughter. "Exactly! How shameless of the Twilight pack to resort to such dirty tactics!" "In my opinion, Andre Ackhurst was never good enough for Jane anyway. His death is probably for the best. At least Jane stands a chance at happiness!" "Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!"

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.

“The hell…?” Behind him, Ally burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach. “Got you! Oh my god, I got you so good!” she wheezed between laughs. Shawn stared at her, bewildered. “Ally… what is this?” “April Fool’s, big bro!” she sang, still giggling. His shoulders dropped dramatically. “Jesus, Ally. That was not funny.” “Oh please,” she grinned, wiping tears from her eyes. “You think what Dad pulled on us last year was funny? The whole fake vacation, making us pack, driving us to the damn airport…?”

The older officer sighed and told his brown-haired colleague to leave with him. They didn’t forget to shut the door. That, I was pretty thankful for. The prisoner chuckled, feeling great that I had been embarrassed in front of my colleagues. Oh well, he’d better laugh all he can. I don’t care, as long as he gives me the delicious fuck I really hankered for. “Oh please, fuck harder~ Oh yes~ Ahh... Ahghh... Fuck, yes~ Fuck me deeper... Hngh... Oh yess!!” “You’re such a slut,” the prisoner remarked.

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

I mean Adam my boyfriend, he never said something like that. “Put your hands up,” somebody interrupted. “Oh no, you got to be kidding me,” I whispered to myself. “What’s happening?” Chris asked me. “Robbery, a thief, and they are having a gun,” I blurted with a terror expression. The owner bash raised his hand and did nothing. Others in the place are sitting like a statue. “Why the humans are like this?” Chris snarled and got up from the table. “Hey, what are you doing?” I whispered. The humans? Why is he telling the humans? He’s human too. Am I right? I asked myself.

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the