Flirty Lines Novels & Stories

Without any knowledge, she asked Alina about the lines on her arms and I disliked her immediately, but for Alina, I had to act I liked her friend. Parking the car, I waited for her to hop off. I had something important to discuss with Alina. "Let's go, Alina," Fiza muttered from back seat, giving me a smile more than required. How do I tell Alina her friend was trying to flirt with me? Awkward, I nodded my head and started playing with Alina's fingers, telling her to stay. "You go, I'll be there soon," Alina replied, making me grin. "But—"

Getting done with the bickering of the two and trying to avoiding shooting his two men between their eyes, he stood up and walks towards the bar. The stools are still empty and she has her chin sitting above her balled hands. "Oh, hi, what do you want to drink?" She asked lively. "Would it be available if I ask to drink your cum?" With those vulgar words he said, she just laughed it off and shrug. "I'm sorry but my cum won't satisfy you, say an ice pick cat fish could wet your beak." "No, I'd have martini." He flirted using his eyes. He knows how he could attract women by just those dangerous eyes.

In a low whisper, he asked, “Can I have you as my snack, Miss Firefly? I prefer sweets with my bitter tea.” His voice sounded so velvety, so enchanting; I forgot to answer for a moment. My heart began to hammer foolishly as our eyes were locked into each other. Taking a deep breath, I pretended not to be affected as I answered, “Sorry, Sir. I am not on the menu. Pfft! That was cheesy!” Keir still didn’t break eye contact as he leaned closer and claimed, “You read romantic novels. I thought that you would like cheesy pick up lines. Don’t you?”

“You'd have to be a bit more specific than that.” Jeezz, he's flirting with me in such a seductive manner. I've never really felt this way with any man before, I still don't want to look like an amateur right now, but damn! I can already feel my juice dripping and I try my best to squeeze my thighs. This pressure is getting too much for me. “I'm waiting, Lin. I told you I'm not going to touch you until you beg me and tell me what to do.” God he's not playing fair.

“You’re hiding it pretty well with the whole mysterious vibe but I can still tell." “Mysterious?” I laughed softly. “That’s your opening line when meeting a lady for the first time. Not very creative, you know.” “Alright, give me one then. What would you say to you?” Oh, sweetheart. Wrong game to play with me. I uncrossed my legs slowly, watching his eyes drag down, and leaned in until my lips nearly brushed his ear. “I wouldn’t waste time flirting.” My voice dropped dangerously low. “I’d tell you exactly what I wanted.”

*wink*' The text was supposed to a flirty pick-up line or something funny. Unfortunately, my brain had still not changed gears and the only words my eyes highlighted were –I have been told. Told by who? How many girls had he massaged? Oh yes, he's a player, the count would be over the fifties. Again impulsively I typed. 'Oh yeah of course you have been told, I forgot you were a player. I can manage, thank you very much.'

She was no longer excited to have her phone back but she was more excited to see this man she has been texting with for days on and finally able to know what he looks. I can't wait to know how you look like, flirty. You make me wonder. So intriguing. -Lindy Well you make me wonder about you all the time and that's for sure. -Mill Lindy bit her lower lip and her smiling just keeps bigger and wider on her face. She was blushing and giving off a soft laugh deeply. Are you flirting with me? -Lindy Is it working? ;) -Mill She took a bite from her apple fritter and took a moment to think what to reply.

“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.”

“Then what must I do to win a beautiful woman like you?” My cheeks flared instantly, burning like I’d been hit with the summer sun. I licked my lips, the heat spreading through my face, and gave him a coy smile. “Okay, since you’re good-looking,” I said, trying to sound flirty but probably just sounding tipsy, “I’ll make it easy for you. But know this—I never make it easy for anyone. It’s just for you, okay?” The guy chuckled, “Sure. I’m lucky, then.”

“That’s you being flirty.” "Flirty, huh?” He leaned in just a little more until all of my curled fingers were against his ultra-soft charcoal grey sweater, his lips curling into a teasing smile. Then, his voice dropped, low and smooth like honey. “Now I’m curious, how flirty am I exactly, in your expert opinion?" I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, and I absolutely hated it. He was too close, and those eyes... I had to look away before I started doing something ridiculously embarrassing, like staring at his lips for too long or, God forbid, blushing like a schoolgirl.