Dark Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

“I know you are going to give it to me cause you want to see me again.” She moves closer to me once again and runs her fingers down my chest, “What makes you think that.” “The smile on your face while you were sucking me.” She gasps as if in horror, “Did you watch me.” I confidently answer, not even afraid to admit. “There is nothing sexier than your tight lips wrapped around my cock.” “Is that one of your lines.” “It's the image of you that is going to be stuck in my head tonight.” “You make asking for my number sound like a porno.”

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

David sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, nursing a glass of whiskey. It had been a month since the confrontation with Michael, and the silence from his end was more unsettling than any threat. As he stared at the amber liquid, memories of Scarlet flooded his mind. Her voice echoed in his ears: “Thank you, David. Thank you for making me live the best day of my life. You will always be the Prince Charming of my own fairytale.” He whispered to himself, “Stupid girl… why did I let you go?”

"If you know what I mean." "I don't... oh, yeah that." "See, I knew you could stop being dense." "I still don't see how getting me laid solves the problem." "Well, it's fun for one. And there's a high tendency that the auctioned and the buyer aren't just a one-night stand. Like, they become an item a lot. The guy is giving massive amounts to charity while telling you he thinks you're sexy in one swift move, it's a pretty solid pickup line, and he's already invested in you. Even if you don't think he's the greatest guy in the world, you could wrap them around your finger easily."

He decided that maybe a bouquet of flowers wouldn't work, so he thought that he needed some pick-up lines for Eve. I really hope that this time he will get a chance to talk with his mate and work things out. But at least every one of us here knows now that Carter wouldn't give up on Eve easily. "Carter, you need a pick-up line that will make her drop her underwear," Lucas suggested, that makes Sally snort and crown, "Really? And why is my underwear still up your zipper line?" "Oh come on babe!" Lucas groaned, "I don't want her to drop any underwear, I just want her to like me once we talk, okay?" Carter sighed,

"That's a terrible pick-up line." "It's not a pick-up line." No humor in his voice now. Just that quiet intensity that made my skin tingle. "I want to know who you are. The woman who stood outside my building for four hours to tell me she didn't want my money. The woman who looks at a restaurant like this like it's a foreign country. The woman whose hands are calloused from work but whose eyes haven't learned to stop hoping." I stared at him. "That's... that's the most ridiculous thing anyone's ever said to me."

he said, and I bit my lower lip to contain my shock. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I didn’t even stay in the room where she slept,” I responded. “Wow. If I didn’t know some of your exes… heavens know I’d think you’re gay. Have you seen that girl’s backside? She looks like she was created on the day God rested,” Dre said, exaggerating. “And I honestly want you to stop poking your nose into my non-existent romantic life. Where were you last night?” I asked, and he laughed.

“Can I get you a drink? Champagne? Whiskey?” “Sparkling water,” I said, sitting down. I crossed my legs, the slit in my red dress falling open just enough to catch the light. “I like to keep a clear head when I’m buying empires.” Mark chuckled, low and appreciative. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He poured himself a scotch—neat—and handed me a crystal glass of water with a slice of lemon. Then he sat beside me. Too close. His body angled toward mine, his knee inches from my leg.

“Your balls.” “Okay I got you, Nick, I’mma stay behave. I’m going to keep my hands to myself” He smiled in absolute defeat. By now, he should already know that he can’t somersault me with his dumb pick-up lines. I got my pick-up lines too, and it’s always on point.

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.