Booty Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

Bobby drawled as she walked behind the bar and cocked one eyebrow, “if you wear more of those types of clothes, you’d get a lot more in tips.” “Oh, you mean so that these men can look at my ass and try to catch a feel?” “Sweetheart,” Bobby said as he walked up behind her, his hand brushing along her hip. “It doesn’t matter what you wear, everyone looks at that ass. I told you on that first day all I could do was stare at it. And I still want to sink my teeth into it.” With that, Bobby walked away but glanced over his shoulder, watching that redness creep up her cheeks. He could see that the dirty talk was probably something she wasn’t used to hearing and he was determined to change it,

It was deep and masculine. I turned slightly to see a man, perhaps in his late forties, with salt and pepper hair and a goatee. He had deep-set, piercing dark eyes that any woman would find overly attractive, well, not me. I had a thing for blue eyes. A blue certain eyes that didn't even want me. "What's your name, angel? You caught my attention the moment you walked into the room with your friend." he smiled warmly at me, "You're gorgeous." I raised my brows at him. Was that it? His attempt to flirt with me. That was lame. It was the weirdest pick-up line I had ever heard, and it did nothing for me.

“Fuck, are you a lady at all?” “What? You want me to blush?” She asked sarcastically “Of course any lady will be falling at their feet just to hear me say that to them” “Then go to any lay cause I'm not them” She glared pushing my head, “Your hand is even strong” I grumbled “Learn new words, your pick-up lines are retarded” She said savagely “Aish……” I groaned and tried to stand up but she'd pushed my head back, “Learn new lines, these ones are not making me blush anymore”

He smiles at me, and I look away. “What’s up?” He stumbles over his words a bit, trying to find the right ones. “I… I was just admiring your beauty.” I take a sip of my whiskey and let out a laugh. “That’s one of the worst pickup lines I’ve ever heard.” He doesn’t seem fazed. “That wasn’t a pickup line. It was a compliment.” I take a deep breath, amused by the situation. “Buddy, I know I’m beautiful and hot. I don’t need anyone to tell me that.”

She demanded, standing up with her hands on her hips and giving me a full blast of sass. “This isn’t the way I generally get a woman wet.” I was unable to resist the pick-up line. “That’s what she said.” She rolled her eyes, hiding a smile. Well, fuck me, maybe the little ankle-biter did something right today. I smiled, knowing my dimple was out in full force now. “Now I think I owe you dinner or at least the use of my laundry unit.” I offered, gesturing to her wet running clothes, taking my sweet time to admire how the wet tank top clung to her tits.

Dumbass. "He is definitely after my money," I remarked after we walked away from Elliot. "No shit, and of course your magnificent beauty plays a part too," he said. "Butter me up more my King," I giggled. "And your glorious boobs which can trap men of all centuries," he said with a straight face. "There's something wrong with you," I shook my head. He suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side and pressed his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and got lost in his kiss.

I kept bobbing my head, licking every inch as he casually talked about me like I was his personal property. “Poppy here is a cock hungry slut,” he announced confidently, his fingers tangled in my hair. “She is married, but that doesn’t stop her. You can do whatever you want to her and she will not only love it, she will beg for more. I was at a barbecue once and this little cum slut pretty much sucked and fucked everyone there. Her husband was busy cooking at the grill while the guys took turns keeping him occupied with conversation. Meanwhile, she was inside taking guy after guy and emptying their balls. She only has one rule though, do what you want to her, but just don’t tell her husband.

I haven't responded to him before he said, "You light my world the moment you step in." I scrunch my face in confusion. "What?" "That's a pickup line", Becky commented. I burst out laughing at Becky's comment. "A pick-up line? It sucks." I laughed some more. The guy was handsome no doubt but, what sort of pickup line is that? I asked inwardly. The first thing you say to a girl is a pick-up line? That's absurd! The guy only smiled as he stood with his broad shoulders confidently, twirling his fingers around the glass of wine in his hand.

Haru lifts and drops his shoulders before locking in on a trio of naming girls enjoying one of the cold treats he offered to buy her. “First of all, if you actually want a girl to go out with you, don’t stare at another one’s ass when you’re asking. Second, no amount of cheap cologne is going to cover up that musky desperation.” It’s almost like the tousled layers of his hair are ears that flop down, but it doesn’t stop her stern disposition as she crosses her arms at him.

I said, stepping away from him. "Wait!" he exclaimed. I stopped walking and glanced back at him. "At least tell me your name?" he asked. "It wouldn't be nice if I don't remember the name of the damsel I just saved." Wow, he must have really thought his pick-up lines would work on me. I wondered how many girls he had charmed with those lines. I must admit, he smiled at everything he said. It was somewhat annoying since nothing was amusing yet strangely alluring, as his smile made him even more attractive.