Flirt Over Text Messages Novels & Stories

I leaned back in my chair at the dining table, my phone resting loosely in my hand, and asked myself a very simple question. What exactly do you say to a perverted freak who only wants to sleep with you? More importantly, would he even reply now? Things had changed. He was no longer an investor at Greenleaf Med. I sighed softly, my eyes dropping to the screen again. I typed quickly, not giving myself room to hesitate again. ‘Hey there handsome, it’s been a while. Do you have a moment for us to talk?’ I read it again. It was simple. Flirty enough I guess.

Maria… We discussed how we used to be in school days and all... I then started to compliment her looks and told her how beautiful she looked. To which she said, “You are still the same...flirty!” I replied, “I never flirted with you during school time, so I am doing it today." Then she started complimenting my looks and we exchanged photos on w******p… Some from her London Times and I also sent her some pictures of my gym sessions, trekking, hiking tours and all… Slowly the ‘Cupid effect’ started working on both of us.

My breath hitched. My fingers rushed across the keyboard as I texted him "I'm so wet, baby," while a shiver coursed through my body. Drew responded with "Aww" even before I got a chance to finish typing my message and sent a playful emoji. "Can we sext?" he asked, the words a direct invitation.

Me: I think so too! I tap a finger against my chin, nervous about my following message, even though it's silly. Me: I saw your game, by the way! You were great! Lionel: Oh yeah? Did you watch the entire thing? Me: Yes! It was awesome! Lionel: The game or my juicy ass in my tight pants? I laugh at his message. I'm blushing, and I usually would deny looking at his damn ass, but he played well. So this time, I will just flirt back because he deserves to be in a good mood.

Shouldn’t I cuss him out for being okay with the constant flirting and the fucking sexy texts he shoots me in between breakfast? I try not to respond but my fingers are constantly begging me to do something and I end up picking up my phone and my lips twitch upwards when I read his messages. He’s sitting right in front of me while my mum moves around in the kitchen. She’s back early. Her night shifts always left her exhausted but here she was rambling about her co-worker, again.

“I was texting Kai.” Her eyes lit up. “And?” I hesitated before handing her my phone. She snatched it eagerly and read through our messages. Her jaw dropped, and then she squealed. “Oh my god! He totally just flirted with you!” I groaned and covered my face. “I know! What do I do?” Meredith grinned. “You flirt back, obviously.” I peeked at her between my fingers. “What if he’s just teasing?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Kai doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who teases about things like this. He’s serious.”

What if she thought of me as a flirtatious man? Kyrie texted back, "Good night." I stared at the two-worded message for a very long time. Regret was all I could feel at the moment. I really wanted to invite her to a meal… I'd give myself some more days, I thought. It'd be bad if Kyrie thought I was being too flirtatious with her. Just like that, I managed to fall asleep. … The next day, I happened to drive past a flower shop on the way to the company. Bunches of beautiful flowers were lined up outside the shop. I stared at the flowers momentarily before getting out of the car and entering the shop subconsciously.

I let out a loud huff in annoyance and sent a reply back again; For your information, I was perfectly fine talking to you before you told me that if I was ''yours'' you'd fuck some manners into me. I wasn't prepared for his response; I'd f*ck you now ;) I just stared at the phone screen, shocked. What was happening right now?! Oh yeah, big words when you are hiding behind a phone screen ;) F*ck it, if he was gonna flirt with me, I'd flirt back, it would be interesting to see where this would go. Invite me over then ;) You're invited :p

"To text that?" "Nope." She smiled again, "Women have ways of responding to texts, some wants you to flirt in text, while some just like keeping it professional. Okay, got to go now. Have fun!" She waved, before stumbling over to the door, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Okay, breathe in. And out. Then text. He didn't seem to know what he was doing, so he just scrolled over to her contact, saying. D- Thanks for the soup ;⁠)

~Finch Okay that one made me roll my eyes. But … then I still blushed. Finch is always insanely flirty and even though I should be used to it by now, I’m not really. Nobody had just ever been like that with me before. I pulled up our three way chat. Text Message: Just don’t walk in on my mom again! (coconut emojis)