Cuddle Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

I know he's Chase, one of the 'populars', so why is he talking to me? "What do you want?" I said harshly, but I don't think he got that I didn't want to talk to him because he just smiled flirtatiously at me. "Someone better call God, because I think he lost an Angel." he smirks at me. I give him a straight face. That's the worst pick up line ever. "No someone better call the devil because I escaped from hell." I said sarcastically "Hey baby girl what's your code."he asked

How strange to feel it now with this man I didn’t know. “Hi, I’m Aidan, but you can call me tonight or tomorrow.” He smiled, introducing himself with a lame pickup line. “Seriously? That’s your pickup line?” I laughed. He laughed too, and well fuck me, that sound woke my pussy. How can a hot guy with an accent like that be here and single? I could understand if he was supernatural, especially a werewolf. A human-looking this good and being single? Something must be wrong with him. Likely, he’s a player.

Sweet? Yes, definitely sweet. 'I just got done studying for the night. I really miss you too and I badly want to see you but I am so busy reading that I don't know what time I can be free.' I texted back. Almost instantly, he had viewed the message. 'Send me your schedule for tomorrow, I will pick you up once you are done with your papers tomorrow.' 'Simply pick me up or...?.' I sent the suggestive message and giggled. 'Nah, my pretty Cupcake doesn't need distractions until she's done with her exams. But one or two orgasms to relax wouldn't be too bad'

There, honesty is the best policy. "You're like the ice. You're ice prince." I'm vomiting words right now, even telling him the nickname I invented for him. That's it. Stop, Evie. Stop. Shut up. Shut uppp! "Maybe I can warm you up with a date?" Bahahahaha what a cheesy come back. Is this one of those lame pick up line? The one you used during your high school era? Which is... what? Twenty years ago? Bahahahaha! "You're weird." I am still laughing when he fixes himself back to the steering wheel and gives a signal to bring the car back to the main road.

I sigh sadly. "I feel like a library card since I've been totally checking you out!" He exclaims, again. "Did you notice that I'm like a best seller? Currently unavailable." I raise my eyebrow. "If you were a McDonald's burger, you'd be the McGorgeous." Lame Alert! "Thanks, Ronald, but I've already talked to enough clowns tonight." I scoff. "Excuse me, does this napkin smell like chloroform to you?" "Not as much as that pick-up line smells like desperation." I laugh so loud after this.

She turned around to see if her window was open. The window was closed. She looked around her apartment and then gasped. A shining white light was growing on the ceiling of her room. From this light, a tall white robed man was slowly descending into her room. A strong warm breeze that smelled of ocean and salt filled her nostrils. He landed on the ground, wearing brown sandals, with brown hair. He kicked his sandals together to remove the sand that was intruding on them under his feet. He smiled at her with a warm welcoming face. "Hello I am Cupid the god of Love, and I am here to help you find your special person, thank you for agreeing to my assistance"

It’s such an unexpectedly tender gesture that for a moment, I’m thrown off balance. “You good?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft. I nod, not trusting myself to speak. He moves, and wipes the cum from my stomach, before slowly wrapping his arm around me. “I think I’m getting better at this cuddling after sex shit,” he mumbles and I laugh.

As expected of a child. Aware that she will be sitting on the other side of the door with her beloved stuffed toy, Mr. Cuddles waiting for my arrival, I wasted no time searching for the keys from the disastrously unorganized insides of my bag, and instead, made three gentle knocks. “Laura, dear. Are you having trouble sleeping again?” I asked. She hastily stood up and reached for the knob which is a little bit too high for her and so, the wooden floor sounded as she ran across the house to search for something to stand on.

“What can Snuggle do for you today?” "Hey, Cupid," I replied, my voice laced with uncertainty I could not hide even if I wanted to. "About that reward from Snuggle... Is there a way I could receive something else instead?" Cupid's pause on the other end of the line was palpable. "That's... unusual. What exactly are you looking for?"

I want to see his cock. Me: Let me see. C: When you open the door. Me: Goodnight. A picture comes in. I swallow tight at the thick magnificence on my screen. My mouth waters, I wipe the drool and lick my lips to keep from licking my screen. A new message pops in from him and the rest of my resolve nearly crumbles. C: Can we at least cuddle? Me: You were an asshat but you were right, I need the rest. No cuddling tonight.