Short Funny Stories Novels & Stories

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing a hairy chest, and tossed it onto the couch behind him. The room erupted in cheers and claps, like it was the funniest thing they’d seen all night, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I watched. It didn’t stop there. The next hand went down, and another guy had to peel off his pants, standing there in his boxers while the group razzed him about his skinny legs.

he joked. I made us a simple breakfast, eggs, toast, fruit, and the strong coffee he liked. We ate at the island, talking about nothing heavy. He told me a funny story about one of his executives sending an email with the wrong attachment, a cat meme instead of the quarterly report. I told him about the latest drama in my study group someone accidentally calling the professor “daddy” in class. He grinned. “Sounds like a good time.” “It was mortifying for her,” I laughed. “But kind of hilarious.”

“He’s so refreshing!” Auntie asked Finn to sing for them. He stood up, cleared his throat, and belted a terrible edition and version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” soo off-key and, dramatic, his arms spread wide like he was on Broadway. Halfway through, he forgot the words and started making them up: “Wise men say… only fools rush in… but I can’t help… falling in love with your daughter… and her excellent taste in lasagna…” The table erupted in laughter, even Dad cracked a smile.

They started competing right there, throwing dumb jokes and teasing at me like I was the prize. Rowan told some filthy story about a girl from last summer that had me choking on my drink because of how detailed he got about her moaning his name while he fucked her from behind. Ryker topped it with one about sneaking into the locker room after practice and getting his dick sucked by two cheerleaders at once. “Swear to God,” Ryker said, eyes locked on mine. “One on her knees, the other licking my balls while I face-fucked the first.

“Shut it!” “She just did what she had to do.” “I said ….shut it!”

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

I gave a small laugh at Sir's words while everyone else in the OT room cheered and expressed their approval. "Sir, if Mahnoor could make a blockhead like Haider fall for her head over heels then I am sure the rest is a piece of cake." Fahad bhai interjected and the whole room erupted into laughter once more. Really grateful, Allah.

What started off as a fairly subdued group quickly opened up as each of them told funny stories about themselves, knowing that Mark, Myra and Maddy didn't really know any of them. Mark told them of how he'd been so hungover in a lecture at college once that he'd fallen asleep and when he woke up it took him three hours to discover he had drawings on his face. Maddy told them of a photoshoot she'd done where she fainted in front of a client but still got the job, and of how she once did the infamous 'skirt-tucked-into-her-underwear' thing and no-one told her.

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