Sexy Jokes Novels & Stories

Liam said with grin “It most certainly is,” Bruce said with a frown. “You didn’t even give the joke a chance,” Garth said. “A joke that involves bestiality doesn’t deserve a chance,” Bruce said haughtily. “Where did you hear these jokes? You guys have never been joke tellers.” “That hotter than smoke brunette in the red dress,” Garth answered bluntly. “She’s been telling all kinds of jokes for the past forty minutes to various people.” “Like who?” Bruce asked with concern.

I don't like this at all. "I can tell you are being very very very sarcastic. But if this is some sick joke, it really isn't funny," I say, mostly trying to convince myself that whatever Axel just said was all just part of some terrible joke. Xena has told me a bunch of times that Axel always says these bizarre things and most of the time you can't even tell if he is joking or not. This is just of those jokes, right? "Do I look like I am joking?" Axel interrupts my thoughts.

Jason likely made the stupid bet because he needed someone to copy off so his dumb ass could pass. Those were the longest six months of my life. How did I convince myself I had been happy? It was pure torture. The jokes stopped, at least to my face. People got more creative. They started whispering behind my back and giggling behind their hands. Then swearing up and down they weren't talking about me.

I answered him back making him regret his joke. He knotted his brows as I uttered and shook his head. "You can never take my jokes, Can you? You are a boring man. Everyone in my agency loves my joke and burst into laughter, especially girls. But you my friend don't even try to smile at them." He started with his complaint first before he disclose the matter he was mentioning before. "So what? It's my choice whether I want to laugh or not. Plus your jokes are not funny. Girls laugh at your jokes cause your money makes them laugh. Otherwise, you would have been the king of bad jokes." I said, resting my ass on the maroon couch.

He was glowing with pride, while Vanessa sat right next to him, looking every bit like the star of the night. I was seated near the serving entrance and was basically invisible. After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room turned vulgar. A few male colleagues who loved telling dirty jokes started running their mouths again under the influence of alcohol. "Vanessa's got serious charm. She even managed to crack a tough nut like Gilla Group!" "Exactly. The kind of allure Vanessa has? That's nothing some bookish little girl can compete with. If you ask me, talking business in the conference room is nowhere near as effective as talking at the dinner table, right, Vanessa?"

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

But Ram was quick, and instead of letting her go, he tightened his grip on her even more. Lexie almost died of embarrassment after hearing his words. "She’s Lexie, my young wife." "She is young indeed, young and pretty," someone else responded. "Well, we could use young and pretty for good sex, couldn’t we?" Ram joked, causing the foolish men around them to laugh. Lexie wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole as she shrank in shame. More of these foul jokes from him—she knew she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. She forced a smile and pretended to laugh along, even though she felt like she was slowly breaking apart.

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

I was finally sick of the argument, all the pressure and all the yelling. My head was almost banging. They both turned to me in the same second, staring blankly. “You guys look cute together,” I joked. “You should kiss.” Axel pressed his laugh, wheezing through his teeth. “If I was gay, Kris won’t be in my top 10,” Zane teased and walked towards a couch to take a seat. “Why? You don’t think you can bag hot guys?” Axel joked, with the whole room vibrating with light chuckles.

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.