Flirty 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 said, raising a finger. “what now ?” “let's be friends”. “no” she snapped. “fine”. he raised his two hands in surrender “that only means i won't stop flirting with you”. “what ?” “yeah,and trust me i love it”. he winked and stood up. “are you blackmailing me？” “call it whatever you like”. “fine”. she stood up as well “i accept”. “that's so sweet”. he smiled. “Whatever” she rolled her eyes.

I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong. “What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I know you like me, Ralph, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, and fixing my eyes on his.

It did not matter who came before me because all that mattered was him and me. His mouth closed over my nipple. A sharp pinch was felt when he bit down on it and tugged it. His tongue then smoothed the sting out of it. I cried out his name as praise. “There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure. I love flirting with that line. You like that though, don’t you? I feel how your body is demanding more. Tell me, beauty, what do you want right now? And coming is not on the table just yet. We haven’t played nearly enough for that.”

Elena looked up at him with a flirty smile, her cheeks flushed and her full breasts bouncing with every push. “Inside me, Mike. Fill up this cheating pussy with your hot cum. I want to feel you dripping out of me all day while I think about how much better you are than him. Come on, handsome, give it to your naughty married girl.” Mike grinned and picked up speed, his strong hands holding her hips tight. “You’re such a flirty tease, Elena.

" He replied, snuggling an inch closer again. "If I didn't, what?" I asked in confusion. "If you didn't read between the lines." He cupped my chin, "It's typical of women, isn't it?" I moved backwards. "What do you want?" "Can I suggest a fling?" He whispered in my ears. "What is that?" I asked , my breathing in sync with the up and down movement of my chest. "A short sexual relationship." He nibbled on my earlobes. "Just between the two of us. Nobody has to know."

I watched his Adam's apple bob. At this point, I think looking too beautiful should be a crime. “You're difficult,” he murmured, leaning slightly closer. “You noticed?” I said in a high-pitched sarcastic voice. “I'm starting to enjoy it.” Exactly what I planned for, the flirty game, let's see if I still know ball. I grabbed the drink again, taking another sip mostly to avoid answering him. “I feel like that line works on every woman you meet,” I muttered, swirling the drink lightly inside the glass.

I was furious. ‘What’s so damn funny? It was stupid and unprofessional of me.’ ‘Come on, Connie. We have been working together for three years; three years of living in each other’s pockets, sharing hotel rooms sometimes when the budget was tight, and I have never seen you flirt! Let go for once.’ ‘Ha!’ I snorted. ‘Well it happened this time! I let go.’ ‘Oh dear. What happened next, little Miss Lascivious?’ I hesitated. She recited that line like smutty poetry in a girls’ school playground. Was she taking this seriously? I hedged a little more.

The club became a playground for flirtation, and the magnetic pull between us grew stronger with each passing moment. As the night waned, Emily stood up, her gaze lingering on mine. "Fancy a dance?" I smirked, accepting her hand. We moved to the music, the dance floor becoming a stage for our playful connection. The night, once a mere escape, had transformed into a flirtatious rendezvous that left me eagerly anticipating the next unexpected turn. "Luca," she murmured, her voice husky with need. "I want you, all of you, right now."

Me: Look outside your window, Fireball. Charity: Fletcher? How’d you get my number? Me: An unlikely ally *wink emoji* Now look outside. The curtains rustle, before pulling back to reveal her in the window. She finds me easily, sending up a little wave. Letting my fingers fly across the phone screen I send another text her way. Me: Come down here? Charity:...I’m not so sure I can sneak away. Me: I can always come up there *winky-tongue emoji*