Bad Pickup Lines Dirty Novels & Stories

he winked “What? You’re very delusional” I shook my head “No, I’m not. You asked me for a better pickup line. If you didn’t like me , you wouldn’t have cared “ he shrugged “That’s your business. I don’t care about whatever you’re saying “ I crossed my arms “Well, your loss because I already have a recording of when you asked me to. A little more editing and it’d be your words against mine “ he smirked proudly “You are sick. I don’t know what the fudge you mean “ I spat, getting up to go upstairs to Vitali’s room

One hand moved to my hair, and he wrapped his hand in my ponytail, and he jerked my head to the side giving him more access and his other hand grabbed the towel jerking it down, letting it fall at my feet. "Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?" I just moaned as he continued his assault on my neck. "I asked you a question." "No." "I've never wanted another woman in the way I want you. I want to do the dirtiest things to you. I want to fucking fill every one of your holes with my cum and then sit back and watch it leak it out." Holy shit, I've never heard a man talk so dirty but all it did was turn me on more. I think I could get off to just his voice and the dirty things he say

The way he said it disgusted me, making me roll my eyes in disappointment, did I look that cheap, and why were men always acting like this? His pick-up line was on level zero, he wasn't even able to impress me. "What do you say?" He still insisted with a naughty smirk on his face, and my answer to him was a simple no. I told him I wasn't interested, neither was I ready to face any questions that he had to ask because I wanted to be with someone else tonight, and not him. "Are you sure, I'm pretty big down there…" he was trying to act enticing, but instead of paying any attention to him, I gulped down the drink the water had given to me, dripping the glass for another round.

“Make out. Both of you. And don’t be quiet. Tell each other what dirty little sluts you are.” Sophia smiled and pulled me close. Our wet bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, as we kissed deeply. Our tongues slid against each other, the kiss turning sloppy and hungry. “I’m such a filthy slut,” Sophia whispered against my lips. “Letting two men use my holes while my best friend watches.” I moaned softly, grinding against her thigh. “I’m worse. I’m a professor who fucks her student and begs for more. Such a desperate cock-hungry whore.”

“This is torture.“ I cry. “Fuck, don’t stoppp. Ohhh, daddy, please. Please.” He bites and tease, then drops it too. “Fuck.” My body sags against the door. My breath rushes, my tits rising up and down. My feet stumbles backward, my hands pressing into the wall beside me to hold my weight. Slicky wetness grease my feet and I look down to see I’ve made a filthy mess on the floor. He snorts. “Dirty girl.” He scorched down between my legs, hands on the wall, not touching. I might really die now.

I start to scroll through them. Hilarious: “How are you?” “Please eat dinner” “Are you eating dinner? You could get too skinny and die, remember?” “Why are you not responding to me? I just want to know if you are fine.” “I hate you” “I miss you” “The house is so quiet.” “Please come back.”

I lined my cock up with her mouth, and said the only words that fit the occasion. "Clean it, and clean it good, cunt."

"You’re a goddamn disease, Jessica! You think because you’ve got those fake-ass curves you are special? You’re a high-end hooker without a pimp.” ‎ “Unlike you, Shannon, I actually have a shape that isn't a straight line drawn by a shaky hand. You’re just mad that your chubby little painter would rather paint my pussy in HD than look at your flat, bitter ass for five minutes.” "You’re a joke!" ‎

“He’ll be out of town for weeks. And… he wants to try phone sex.” “Oh.” I grinned. “Vintage. Love that.” She gave me a flat look. “It’s not funny. I don’t get it. I mean, I’ve never really done that, and dirty talk just… feels kind of dumb. Like I don’t get how people even do it without laughing.” I couldn’t help smirking. “You want me to teach you how to talk filthy over the phone?” She blushed hard and mumbled, “Kind of.” “Babe, my dirty talk has made grown men whimper. I once turned a girl with a boyfriend into a moaning mess with nothing but a voice note.”

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.