Flirty Lines Novels & Stories

" But I also confess that if I had known that you hated Sushi so much, I would have taken you to eat. Maybe that way you'd like me better, since everything I've done has the opposite effect.” I giggled sarcastically. I didn't doubt at all that Flynn would have really done that. Mainly because he was starting to notice that his advances were heading towards a little game of flirting to see who would give in first. Until that moment, when despite being alone at the table, there were still people hiding in the kitchen to make our food, Flynn seemed to be itchy in his hands, holding them to each other so as not to have to touch the arm I rested on the table. He kept his eyes on me, lingerying in

“I’m changing rule number one of flirting. No matter how tempting it may be, avoid using lines that can come across as creepy.” We soon get into the swing of it. By the swing of it, I mean adding more confusing rules for Scott to follow, and of course drinking more wine than we should. It’s almost three in the morning, Katie is slurring her words, I’m almost asleep and Scott has performed more than an actor on Broadway. Dani meanwhile has decided she’s had enough of teaching flirting and has moved onto cunnilingus. “Woah, Woah! I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves,” says Scott on mock horror. “It’s only been a few hours since we covered open and closed questions, isn’t it a bit

“Oh, hello, sexy. Looks like you’re finding it hard to get on the Smith machine, handsome. Why don’t I help you? Looks like you need a little help,” I muttered, my hands slowly tracing his laps, my fingertips brushing just enough to make him tingle. He flinched hard, yanking one AirPod out. “Are you… talking to me?” he asked, voice low. Crap. “You didn’t get what I said? Well, whatever… I was just trying to flirt with you.”

He continued to flirt with a wink. She laughed a little at his flirting and the terrible pickup line. "I don't want to. You're too flirty. Besides, you're not that handsome." She giggled when he pulled her closer and playfully groaned in her ear. "I'm not that handsome, huh? Then why are you so obsessed with me?" She laughed, and stopped acting altogether. "Come on, I know you'll love the roleplay. Like a story. Why don't we continue? You can be the maid of a hot jerk like me. And we can have a deal."

“Help yourself from what?” “I won’t be able to hold back from fucking you silly.” The tip of her tongue lands on her upper lip, and she reaches for my fly. She frees my cock with her deft fingers, running her little hand up and down my thick shaft until I think I’ll come then and there. “That’s not helping,” I growl. “You better stop if you don’t want to get that pussy pounded and that belly filled with my seed.” “What if I do?” she asks, a flirty little smile on her lips.

I stared at his readied self with a wide eye as he laughed at my reaction. "Well, close your mouth before a mosquito goes in the place where only my tongue should go. You know I'm quite possessive about my things and what belongs to me." Was that even flirting? Dunno, but my cheeks surely heated up as I gazed at the ground trying to hide my blush. It meant the lines of his work. "Don't stare at the floor like that otherwise it would be awkward to see a floor falling for someone." Eyes big I only thought one thing, how come he was so good with these flirting lines?

I wanted nothing more than to reach out to them, to pull them in closer, but I wasn't the one in charge. Anatoli slipped four fingers of his other hand into my pussy, alternating pumping in and out of both holes. And all the while, his tongue licked in a practiced manner, driving me to new heights of pleasure then pulling back. Starting again. Pulling back. "Please." Another begging word from my mouth. Another ripple of electricity. Another desperate cry to be allowed to come. "Are you ready for more?" Florian asked. I could feel his fingers dancing around my breast. I was so aroused, my nipples aching to the point I cried out in need. "Yes. Yes!"

Aria started to back away, but with each move, James followed, his determination evident in his playful demeanor. It was a dance of flirtation that left her breathless, and she couldn’t help but smile as she challenged him with a teasing glance. The laughter between them mixed with the charged energy in the room, drawing her closer to the edge of temptation. Deep down, she knew she was playing with fire, but in that moment, the excitement of this flirty game was irresistible, pulling her into an enticing world where anything could happen.

His life is in great danger, and. "Babe? What's up? Do you want to come over to the car for a quickie? There's plenty of space in this limo, and you don't have to feel shy to ask." "Shit!" I curse, and I hear his beautiful chuckles from his end. Damn! He is such a flirt! "You are a flirt." "And you like that; otherwise, you wouldn't be blushing like you are doing right now." "Get off my line."

But I just did, you idiot. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Devon." This guy had some of the most rinsed-out, clichéd lines. No one had ever taught him how to woo a woman? He chuckled. "I'm an aging squirrel and you're a tough nut to crack. Let me try again." He cleared his throat. "Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm deeply attracted to you, but you think I'm full of...poo?" A smile crawled onto my face as I shook my head. This guy…