Flirty Jokes Novels & Stories

He answers nonchalantly making me laugh at how casual he answered it. "Pretty boy is funny." "Pretty funny boy just wanna be fucked." "What happened to flirting?" "Women want everything," he pouts as he puts his iPad aside, "Flirting. Romantically fucked but also filthily fucked. Breakfast in bed. Babies. But never the men." I giggle, leaning down getting near to his lips, "Smile or I'm gonna kiss you." "Hmph!" He purposely pouts further that I crash my lips on his, his hands already getting busy with my shorts.

“Horrible.” “What?” I asked. “You sound like a customer service bot,” she said. “I’m answering the question,” I said. “Try this instead,” she said. “Say, ‘Depends… what’s in it for me?’” I stared at her. “I can’t say that.” “Why not?” she asked. “He’ll think I’m joking,” I said. “Good,” she said. “Joking is allowed. Joking is your cover. You tease, he teases back. That’s how you open space for flirting without feeling naked.”

Lacy said, that I wasn’t able to control myself and laugh with that hilarious joke, and raised my Liae glass. “And you can do both work and flirting, that’s what you call Whoreking.” I spoke. We both laugh but of course in a classy manner, I wouldn’t want to look mad nor crazy. We clicked on our glass and chuckled. “But hey bitch, you are just thinking that I don’t have boyfriend, but hey, I have a long list of guys whom I flirt.” I spoke “Can’t believe, when was the last time I saw you flirted?” She was really thinking, “That was years ago, Liana! Years ago!”

Is it a joke or what? Okay, I need to calm down first and go with the flow. Chill. I breathed in and out before replying. “For real? Hahaha, show me an example of you trying to flirt. Wanna see how much you suck with it.” I replied. “I can’t think of anything to do besides flirting.” “You’ve been playing games all day, don’t forget,” I reminded him gently. It’s been a while since we talked. I’ve been juggling schoolwork and responsibilities at home, yet I still made time for him whenever I could.

I was making an attempt at making a joke after we’ve been working all morning. He stopped what he was doing and look down at me. He had a full blown smile “Oh really, flex your arm or take your shirt off, I need to see your sleeper build” Ohh he was flirting, this wasn’t what I planned. “Uhhhh, I don’t…. I” I was stuttering??? “Just hand me the nails Hazel” he got me where any man would want a woman - speechless. His looks and his smile and the flirting had that effect on me.

“No, it is fine, you made me jump is all.” Hmm, I am unsure about that. But I am not going to make this any more awkward than it already has been. “I will keep my hands to myself” I joked, then realising how bad that sounded, I quickly put my head in my hands in embarrassment. Tate is suddenly laughing. “Ah you are funny, doll” he says between laughter. “No need to keep your hands to yourself.” he winks. See, it is little comments like this and the one earlier when he said about checking him out makes me certain he is flirting with me. But wouldn’t that be weird?

That usually doesn't end well. A groan escapes my lips and I begin scrolling through my email, seeing the numerous messages. It's even more than I thought. I start to read a few and before long, I'm laughing like a maniac. Their emails are witty and filled with flirtatious remarks. Some of them even went as far as sending pictures to me. I shake my head, ready to close my laptop when one catches my eye.

"I have been calling you for so long. Your number is busy?" I giggle playfully. "Aaammm- maybe, I'm talking to someone else. Like some guy- more handsome and dashing than you" It's fun to pull his leg which I don't usually do because I don't get a chance. He's hardly jealous. Too understanding husband is not always fun. "Oh", he exclaims. "So, who was flirting? You or him?" Am I teasing him or he's teasing me? I roll my eyes. "Umm. Both", I shrug.

"But why are you telling me this? I thought you were joking." Flora's tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she clutched the bedsheet tightly. Her voice quivered, masking her deceit with hurt and disappointment. "Why would I joke about something so significant? After all the compliments you showered upon me, praising my beauty and my body, especially since you didn't expect someone as sophisticated as me to be a virgin. Why would I make up such a cruel joke?"

Julia made a big show of wiping her mouth before both of them burst into laughter. I shook my head, not taking their jesting seriously. “I froze. I couldn’t help it. He was so—I don’t know—gorgeous, beautiful, handsome. There aren’t enough adjectives to describe him. You guys know I always freeze up. It was nothing new. I have no game. I suck at flirting.” I made a pouty face. “I’m going to be a spinster and have thirty cats.”