Flirtation Novels & Stories

It will give you a short comfort while you are lost, yes, but the moment you gain your senses back, you know you just had it worst. Umakyat ako roon. Mabilis kong hinila ang buhok ng babae dahil sa gigil na nararamdaman at para matigil na rin sila sa ginagawa nilang kawalangyaan. Hindi ko rin maintindihan ang mga babae kung minsan. I just don't get why they have to flirt a man they know who is taken. Anong nakukuha nila sa pangangabit at pang-aahas? Thrill? Nonsense. May iba ring nang-iiwan at kapag napunta na sa iba, they tend to steal them away again after hurting that person.

Napangisi naman siya sa akin bago sumagot. “Don’t be so cynical, Lorryce. Hindi ako iyong tipo ng lalaki na papalit-palit ng girlfriend. Wala akong mapapala roon. I look for a long-term—m aybe even for a lifetime commitment, not just some temporary layover to get me through the night. But that does not mean that I am incapable of flirting.” “Are you saying that you are flirting with me?” “That depends, do you want me to?”

It was just the two of us, in this delicate dance of power and attraction. I knew I had to keep this up. Every glance, every tilt of my head, every soft smile, every casual brush of my fingers across the table was deliberate. I had to show him that I was different now, more confident, more daring, more willing to tease him, flirt with him, keep him guessing. And deep down, even though my body remembered every ache, every touch from last night, I felt a thrill of anticipation. Tonight, I was going to play. Tonight, I was going to own my presence.

Dapat naiisip din nito ang salitang decency sa tuwing nakikipag-flirt ito sa ibat-ibang babae na nakakasalamuha nito sa mga formal parties na dinadaluhan nito. Grabe! Ang lakas ng loob nitong mangaral pero ang sarili nitong gawain ay hindi nito mapuna-puna. Damn him! Hindi na talaga siya nagbago! He still hates me just like before…

At naiintindihan niyang maraming taong kakulay ng mga mata ng binata kaya naman hindi na siya magmamahal ng taong kakulay ang mga mata nito. Mahinang natawa si Fletcher kaya naman napatingin siya rito. Fletcher looked at her and smiled. “I am not. Hitting on women is not my vocabulary. They hit on me,” Her left brow raised and she chuckled. “Really? Hindi ko alam na mahangin ka rin pala. Na sa lahi niyo na ba ‘yan?”

["Are you playing with fire by engaging with that jerk? Do you believe you can deceive him? Do you think you can flirt with any guy you want? Have you even considered how dangerous that man is?" Ha! Flirt?! Hindi lang pala siya mayabang, ang judgment din. Nakakairita talaga! Humanda ka sa aking haduf ka! Ipapakita ko sa 'yo kung paano ako maging pakipaglaro sa apoy kagaya ng sinabi mo.

One of my goals. "Stop flirting Gab." I hissed, trying to cover up and imprison the dragonflies inside my tummy. "No, I don't. I'm not flirting with you." "Then what? Falsehopes?" Natatawa at naiirita kong tanong. Ipinatong niya ang baba sa aking balikat. Halos mahilo ako sa kanyang nakaaadik na amoy. Alam na alam niya kung paano babaliwin ang isang babae.

Felt the softness of her creamy white skin and then whispered to her ear. "Do you want to be my business?" I gently bit her earlobe which caused her to gasp. "Flirting is not my style... I guess." I gently touch her jawline down to her neck and move lower down in the middle of her boobs, she did that to me too. Hindi naman siguro masamang gawin ko rin sa kaniya. "A beautiful woman who was wearing a bikini, drinking a mojito, getting herself drunk, and went to a very handsome man, but confessing that flirting is not her style... tsk, I doubt."

"Huwag na tayong maglokohan dito. Ano'ng kailangan mo sa akin? You're obviously not here to work for me." "Hmm..." I licked my lower lip. "Gusto kong matuto kung paano maging isang magaling na businessman." "Ha!" he scoffed. "As if I would believe that." "Ha!' panggagaya ko sa kanya. "As if naman in-expect ko na maniniwala ka." "Are you enjoying pissing me off?" "Nope! Nag-eenjoy akong makasama ka." "I'm not in the mood to fvcking flirt, woman."

“And you… are more than hard.” Her laugh, low and sultry, sent a shiver down my spine. “Careful, Mr. Thompson. I might start thinking you’re flirting.” “I am,” I admitted, voice rougher now, taking another step closer. “And you’re flirting back, whether you want to admit it or not.” She rolled her eyes, but I saw the subtle catch of her breath, the flush on her cheeks. In this game, we both knew the rules. Banter, teasing, testing limits. And it was intoxicating.