Sexy Jokes Novels & Stories

He's just kidding? Is he fooling me!? That's funny right?! That's a badass gay! I stood up and slapped him on the cheek. "What? What was that for??" He asked in shock while holding my slapped cheek. "If you make a j-joke, make sure it's funny okay." I smiled at him.

“In fact, you can punch it if you want. Or try having a shark metahuman grab you and pin you to the ground.” “Are you trying to sound sexual right now?” Watson, Rachel, Emily and I gave Jack a stone cold look for his inappropriate joke. Watson placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “We admit you’re funny. But right now...it is not the time, bro.” “Right. Right.” Jack nodded, his blonde hair bouncing at the action and he bit his pointer knuckles afterward. “Sorry. I’ll stop talking now.” “Thank you.” I said and turned to Rachel again. “As I was saying-”

She scanned around and spotted a bunch of guys giggling like they've just pulled off the prank of the century. "Hey, what’s up? Need something?" one of the guys quipped. Getting more and more peeved, Jemma didn’t hold back. "Did you lot throw that egg at me?" she snapped, super frustrated. The guys couldn't hold it in, laughing and admitting their little stunt. "Yeah, guilty as charged! Just a joke, new girl. Chill out," one of them shrugged, trying to brush it off. Jemma was boiling. "A joke? Not cool, guys! You can’t mess with someone just because they're new here!"

Jeff jokes around and laughs his ass out. “Shut up,” “Shut up!” Both Seid and I yell at his not-so-funny joke.

he added and I swear steam blew out of my ears and nose as they laughed and high fived each other with teasing hoots. “But you said she was a snake,” Kai pointed out while guffawing. "Oh please, the devil comes in many forms,” Jax replied and that set the two b*tches laughing again. Argh. “Are you guys sitting near trash cans ?” I asked. “No, why ?” they replied. “Coz all you are doing is to spew garbage,” I fumed. “Wow you sound like a real pill,” Jax chuckled. This monkey. "And you smell like a squid farted in a whale's butt,” I replied back pat. What ? I can’t help it ! These crapsters brought the worst out of me.

"I have a sense of humor, thank you very much. I just don't find your fart jokes funny." Felecia snickered. "Everyone likes a fart joke, Moana." Harper waved his fork at Kelsey. "I don't care who you are. Fart jokes are classic." "Stop calling me Moana." Kelsey rolled her eyes. "They're disgusting." "You're disgusting." "Your mom's disgusting." Jamie's brows shot up and he covered his mouth with a fist. "Oh." "Now who is being immature?" Harper's grin only widened. "Your mom jokes are classic. Everyone knows that." Kelsey waved her hand.

Everyone’s interest captured, their eyes ping-ponged back and forth, trying to pick up on the joke. “Are you two done making inside jokes?” Rick chimed in. “Yep, we are done,” I answered, smiling sweetly at him. “And don’t be jealous. It’s not a good look on you. We can’t help that we are so much cooler and funnier than you.” “Babe, you haven’t seen my funny yet,” he retorted. “Oh, I have, and it’s not that funny.” “Then can you ladies tell me what’s so funny?” he demanded to know with a boyish smile.

I read my message again. Me: ‘Thoughts of cuddling, Hand holding, Eye contact… That kind of disgusting stuff.’ Yup! It does sound like a joke. I give it a long thought and type my message away. 42. Butterflies - Natalie - . I get butterflies in my stomach as I read his messages. Jacob: ‘Sorry about that lame joke last night. Not sure why my drunk genius brain thought it was a good idea.’ Jacob: ‘I am such a jerk, didn’t even ask you if it would be alright if I pick you up from Ira’s place at noon.

A group of men sat together, exchanging filthy and crude jokes. This was nothing but another normal day in their lives.

The room cracks with laughter before anyone answers. Axel, sprawled on a beanbag like a Greek god of sarcasm in a black tank, tips his head back and smirks — “I know a lot about horny, not so much about love.” His voice is smug, but there’s an edge in it. The mood shifts, playful and heavy, pulling secrets out like smoke. The air is warm, thick with the sour bite of alcohol and the reckless energy of men who had survived too much and loved too little.