Sarcasm Stories

The spirit of Sister Agnes met a bearded, white-robed figure with a benevolent smile standing just outside the pearly gates. "Saint Peter?" she asked. She was wearing the same kind of white robe which, frankly, was a bit thin and translucent for her taste. "Call me Pete. We don't stand on ceremony here," he answered. "I am as you wish me to be. At your service, Sister Agnes. May I call you Agnes?" “Yes, of course...uh...P...

Do you know those moments when your entire being is pushing you to test the boundaries, chase the excitement, explore these uncharted waters of unprecedented thrill? Let me just tell you that I have an innate talent of, sometimes deliberately, self-sabotaging them. If it is for good reason, you may wonder—maybe a deeper sense of loyalty or overly strict ideas of exemplary principles or any other howsoever-natured virtuous...

“This is an interesting situation, don’t you think?” Sarah began. “Every weekend we’re going to be alone in the house and we’re probably going to sleep together again. At least I’d like it if we had sex again. Is that what you want?” I know I wasn’t supposed to be, but I was amused. Really, an attractive woman, with a great body, who likes sex, and is very good at it, and she wants to know if I want to fuck her on some re...

Is your pussy busy, Baby?Do you use it every day?Is it taking on all comersOr turning some away?Is your pussy ready, Baby?I know you never keep it locked,You like it fully loaded,And always keep it cocked.So I hope it’s keeping busy,Getting action every day.I'm recalling your sweet pussy,How it throbbed and how it seized,How it spat out gobs of jism,Every time you sneezed.I really hate to tell you,How horny I have been,Bu...