Red Head Jokes Novels & Stories

It's really hard to understand men sometimes, especially when they talk. Red scratched his head, and I snorted. "All right, don't answer. You don't shoot kids and nerds." I promised mockingly, and Theo turned around while laughing. Red was embarrassed. "You're getting infected with Theo by being crazy," said Red. Notice the blush on his face—is that what doesn't kill a kid and a nerd? Who are they talking about? As far as I can see, Red has no intention of saying anything. "You three," I said, shaking my head."You have many secrets."

“Do you always insult people you’ve just met?” He smiled, his teeth flashing. “Are you always so uptight?” “Now you’re just being rude.” “I prefer to say I’m honest. Besides, I doubt you’re telling the truth. I’m sure you do fun things sometimes. You just won’t tell me.” “No, I never have fun. Ever. I’m normal and boring and not worth talking to.” He chuckled, the sound dry and raspy. “I doubt that. I’ve never met a redhead who was any of those things.”

"Did Vanessa say that the chairman's daughter is a kept mistress? That's the biggest joke I've ever heard!" Right then, Terrence couldn't hold it in any longer and finally let out a cold laugh. "You idiots. This branch office has been losing money year after year. Headquarters has been wanting to investigate for a long time! "If Ms. Monroe hadn't hidden her identity and come down here to dig into your shady accounts herself, how much longer did you think you could keep fooling everyone? "You sure have some nerve making Ms. Monroe serve you coffee, fetch you water, and take the blame for you. How many heads do you think you have to lose?"

I would sue JerkAss for bringing me to this place if I get out alive. "Red!" I looked at JerkAss to see him doing the 'bro handshake' to the red hair guy who called him out. Then, they bumped their chests like how dudes in a frat do in the movies. Cringe. "How ya doin' Langster?" The red-haired guy asked with a southern accent, "What ya doin' here? Ey thought y'all quit illegal shit, eh?" Eh? I thought only Canadians say 'eh'... or 'ey'... or any two-letter phrase that starts with the letter 'e'.

I stared wide-eyed as a pale object slowly emerged. What was that? Suddenly, Dad cursed in frustration, "Damn my luck! Why did it have to be the head?" He then shoved the hook back into the jar. All of that happened in a matter of seconds. I clamped my hands over my mouth, my eyes widening uncontrollably.

I replied politely. "Oh, of course you have! Good men don't stay single for long. And he must be a really wonderful guy, a real catch, to still worry about his ex who, you know, cheated on him." The redhead was a funny person; it was clear that life had treated her badly, but she was witty. "Come on, Tata, accept the guy's help."

"Hahaha! She's a feisty one. She even managed to hurt my leg. I'll make her pay for that with her body!" "Go ahead and scream, baby. We might go easy on you! Hahaha!" The red-headed leader shamelessly teased Naomi while the other men joined in. Naomi held back her disgust and calmly met the red-headed man's eyes. "I don't think I've offended you in any way." "It's just business, baby. Blame it on your bad luck!" The red-headed man had already taken off his shirt and approached Naomi with a malicious grin on his face. Naomi's eyes widened, and she quickly began negotiating.

I don't have to justify my actions with him or anyone else. He looks up, startled and the blush is back. "I'm sorry," he says softly and pulls his beanie off his head, revealing a shock of red hair. The color reminds me of Carrottop. But Rowen is much more attractive than the red-headed comedian. "I'm not meaning to sound judgmental or anything. I know there is such a thing as groupies. But I've never actually met one, I guess. You're just so different than I imagined."

He says "what would you want your redhead to do?" "I'd want her to suck my cock, love to see that curly hair bobbing up and down." With that he moves between my legs and mocks blowing me. Honestly it was rather funny. Then he licked the tip of my cock. I was in shock. He looks up to me and said "want me to be your redhead?" “I don't know dude. I'm not gay or anything." “Neither am I, like I said my friend and I would help each other out. It feels good and it's not a big deal."

But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!