Flirtation Games Novels & Stories

“I’ll shuffle them and place a card at each spot. No peeking. We all flip our cards at the same time.” “Can we trade,” Zephyra raises her hand. “Like what if I got lust? I mean, I’m not making out with her just for this stupid game.” “No trading, no takebacks,” I clarify. “You get what you get.” “And you don’t throw a fit,” Simon finishes for me in a sing-songy voice. Zephyra glares at him, her pink lips pouting as her blue eyes shoot daggers from across the table.

“Let’s go, ‘boyfriend’.” More like teasing as it is just the words that tell Clay that he will never be. The crowd goes wild as he earns a smirk from him, with his words and the recollection of the deal where he added. “I’LL PLAY THAT DEAL OF YOURS, BUT LET’S MAKE IT MORE EXCITING. A MONTH FROM NOW, I’LL LET YOU HAVE YOUR FLIRTING GAME TOWARDS ME AS I WILL PLAY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND. I’LL LOSE IF I FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU BY WHICH WILL NEVER HAPPEN. BUT YOU WILL LOSE IF YOU KISS ME. DEAL?”

She told them, sounding really friendly, which is not her thing. The kids felt it's rude to call her by her name, but since she said it's okay. “Okay…" “So, I've got two options with me. You will have to choose from them, and then I state the types of games related to your option.” She explained, and Arielle nodded positively. “You okay with it?'' ''Not when I have no other options, so yes.” “The first is about cards, minimum of 52 cards, and the other is pencil and paper games. You choose, and I tell you related game and their rules too, which one are you to choose?” Tatiana asked.

he asked and he slowly removed the arm that was around the girl's shoulder, but Furi also stopped him immediately and he just let it go while the other man stared at his smooth arm. The young man pursed his lips again and focused their attention on the announcer. After a few moments, their game started. They were given their respective mini tables where a plate full of flour rested. Inside that thick flour they have to find the couple ring without using their hands. The only thing they can use is their mouths. They will blow the flour until they find where the couple ring is. Then they will pick it up at the same time still using their mouths. The first to find the sing-sing is the winner.

I say, strolling back toward her. “Besides Rat Trap on your fake tits, the second game is called Truth: A Little Flesh or Lies: A Lot of Flesh.” I smirk. “Rules are simple. I’m going to adjust our little rat friend, so he’s positioned right above your overpriced silicone tits. Then, I ask a question. As I heat the bucket. You answer and if I believe you, I release a little heat. Vincent over there, he takes part of a finger. But if we think you’re lying?” I glance over at Vinny. “I heat the bucket, and he takes the whole fucking finger.”

I couldn't really remember much. "I don't remember anything about our past. All I can remember was the day I started hating you." I admitted. Terrence face-palmed himself and he chuckled. "You're really hopeless. We used to play a game called Forehead Flicker. You were the one who thought of this game. Here's how we play. We simply play a game of rock, paper, scissors but whoever wins gets their forehead flicked." He explained. I rolled my eyes at his attempt of wasting time. But as much as I hate acting like a kid, we have no other choice right now but to waste time.

However, as Liesel listened to his tirade, her eye twitched. "What game are you playing?" she couldn't help but ask. "It's a dating simulation game. No one loves me, damn it! Am I not charming enough?"

The host returned to the stage, exclaiming, "I didn't expect that we would have a visual and auditory feast this time! Miss, let's have you start the next round of games!" Eranthe quickly handed the flower to Frank. With a crowd full of attractive men and women, many were already captivated, eagerly anticipating the unfolding events. People started coming up one by one, engaging in games that made faces blush and hearts race. For example, eating chocolate bars or holding playing cards in the mouth—games that Eranthe had already participated in, so she didn't need to worry about the others. Thinking that once this round was over, everyone would go back to rest, little did she know that there

I beamed with pride. After that game, we played something called Confession. It was basically like Truth or Dare without the dare. Each woman got to ask all the others one question, and we all had to answer honestly. Some women asked about first kisses, secret crushes—that sort of thing. But Fiora, true to form, blurted out, “Out of all the wolves you’ve slept with, which one had the biggest cock?”

“What have you been up to?” I snort at the question, “that was the best you could come up with?” He shrugs and motions for me to answer. I open my mouth to do so when the waitress shows up again and places a plate down in front of each of us then faces Max completely and picks up right where she left off like her flirting had only been paused. I almost laugh thinking about playing a video game where the main goal is to flirt. Truthfully, I am good at shooting games, but I would lose that one probably. I have never been great at flirting, my looks always got me dates though.