Flirty Lines Novels & Stories

I leaned back, trying to put some space between us—to escape his intoxicating scent and my body’s inconvenient reaction to his nearness. “Does that line always work for you? Because if this is your idea of flirting, I’m sorry to say, you’re doing a poor job,” I said, feigning indifference. His eyes lit up with challenge. “Oh baby, I haven’t even started. And I assure you, when I do, you’ll be begging me to take you somewhere secluded and ravish you until walking becomes a challenge.” I blinked, stunned by his boldness. My breath hitched, and I felt my nipples tighten. I suddenly had the urge to press my thighs together to relieve the pressure building between them.

I laughed again, “If I don't like you. How could I want to be kissed by you? You are so flirtatious!” "Girlish? Why do you say I'm a flirt? It's obvious you asked me to do it indirectly. You even tried to peek at me showering in the bathroom earlier. And you're also trying to make me change clothes in front of you. Isn't it obvious that the flirt here is you? You flirty brat!”

"You're imagining things, Lily." "Am I? Then why is he still staring?" I start fidgeting with my spoon. My best friend has a way of making me nervous. What now? "Okay, what do I do?" "First rule of flirting, look at him. Just a glance, like you're bored. Then look away." I hesitate. "That's it?" "That's the opening move, Ari. Just do as I say." I take a shaky breath and I actually risk it. Though it's one tiny glance over my shoulder. Yep. He's definitely staring. Our eyes meet for a second, and I turn back around.

He then with the words from her bio ringing in his mind begins to very gently, very slowly, and very carefully, rain down a virtual shower of the softest, most delicate butterfly kisses all over his mom's tits. Lini is in heaven as, surprisingly, her young, inexperienced son seems to know her little secret of just how to turn her on so very much. She begins to squirm all over the large bed as Jimmy's teasing kisses are turning her on to such a degree that it won't be long now before... she loses control.

Her laugh was musical and bright, the kind that made heads turn. From the way she stood, angling her head and touching her hair, it was obvious that she was flirting with him. Her body language was textbook flirtation—leaning in just close enough, tilting her head to show off the curve of her neck, letting her fingers brush against his arm when she laughed.

"I mean, what's crossing the line?" Jessie thought about for a second. "Well, that's an interesting question." "Blowjobs aren't sex?" Jessie shook her head immediately. "No, that's part of flirting. But... it's not like regular flirting. I wouldn't just bat my eyes at some guy and then drop to my knees." "So... intercourse would be the line?" Taylor asked.

Was she playing the long game? “I expected you’d be asleep by now. I wanted my text to be the first you wake up to in the morning,” he added another wink emoji and I could tell what he was doing. William had a way with words and it helped that he had this natural charm around him. But people who could easily start flirting with another before they got the chance to confirm if they truly were interested or not, are dangerous people. “Well, I was just tossing and turning, begging for the gods to grant me this request,” I replied.

Astrid's lips trembles, a fleeting attempt to cage a nearly escaped moan. Yet, in vain, the sound slips past her mouth—a whispered surrender to the potent spell woven by this alluring man! Women, adept at the art of duality, speak one truth aloud while another contradictory narrative remains veiled beneath the surface of their expressions. With a flirtatious and knowing grin, Blaze extends his tongue in a deliberate and sensuous motion, performing a tantalizing dance against the tip of his finger, a movement that follows a prior taste of her unique essence.

she grabbed his arm and started dragging him with her. "And when you don't feel hungry?" He stated, following her. Tilting her head, she sent him a glare. "Don't give me these looks because most of the time you're either giggling, smiling and jumping in happiness and the rest of the time you feel hungry and the remaining left over time, you believe in flirting with me and teasing me," Flora's feet halted at his last sentence. Twirling around, she narrowed her eyes at him. "And it's like you don't like it when I flirt and tease you, Mr Marzel?" She spat, crossing her arms against her chest. Rolling his eyes at her, he walked past her while uttering.

I was drying my hair with a towel when my phone pinged. Toni: I'm not being very responsible with your number. I couldn't help texting you already. I was smiling so big, like a fucking idiot. Those two sentences have me getting giddy. Butterflies swirled in me. Is this what flirting is? Me: Maybe I should take my number back. Toni: It's too late now. There's no going back. Me: So what now? Toni: You tell me that it's okay to text you whenever.