Funny Flirt Lines Novels & Stories

He hadn’t even told a joke. “What are they doing?” I muttered. Elena glanced over before looking back at me with entirely too much amusement. “Asking questions.” “They don’t have that many questions.” “It’s the first day.” Elena said, but her voice was filled with humor. “They’re flirting.” I glared at one so hard shr could have dropped down dead. For some reason that felt uncomfortable. “They’re breathing.” “They’re flirting while breathing.” She snorted. “You sound jealous.” Tbis was the second time she was saying it and I forced out a laughter.

Glen scoffed then tugged his tongue in his lips that made him sexy in a crazy way, "you just said..." "Wouldn't it be too easy?" I cut him midway. He walked closer but I threw him a pillow, "move another inch and you'd be using the door." He arched his brow then raised his hands to the sky, "fine...you win." Glen licked his lips seductively, "what do you want?" "Nothing," "Huh? What do you mean nothing?" He paused, then inhaled deeply, "you can't just flirt with me and then keep me waiting."

I asked him as if he was crazy, but I was laughing on the inside. “Gah! Can’t you just let me have fun for once! That’s already twenty pick up lines and usually they work for most girls! Why are you so good at this?” He asked frustrated, but quickly erased it with a smirk. Oh no, here it goes again. “I wonder what else you’re good at,” he said suggestively, arching his eyebrow in a seductive way. I threw him one of my French fries and it landed on his gray shirt, leaving a spot of oil behind. “Gosh, this was a new shirt!”

Rosh Shouted. "Rosh shut your mouth. My babe is tired, do you want me to massage your feet?" Spoke shaggy. Yes, flirting is in his blood. No, we are just friends. But yes, we do flirt. "Yeah, massage her neck too" spoke Rosh. I laughed. "Can I go to sleep now?" "No, what about our game?" Complaint shaggy. "I am hanging upppppp….." I said and hang up. I again drifted into the sleep....

"You know, they say that kissing is a language of love, so would you mind starting a conversation with me?" "You're not going to give up, are you?" "Nope," I popped, "not until you give in," "I'm being the mature one and keeping things the way they are by being on top of the whole situation. Don't frustrate me, Mordecai." She threatened, pointing her slim finger at me. I wiggled a suggestive brow at her. "I’m always on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?" "Are you seriously turning everything I say into a flirt line?" She whisper-yelled. "And stop undressing me with your eyes!" I smiled innocently.

My devil horns are growing—making my woman squirm will be fun, and there aren't many exciting things in my life besides Natasha. "Since the rain has stopped, I will come inside, and since I know how much you love eight-packs, how about I let you massage me?" Natasha's eyes widen, and I smile with faked innocence. We have had sex plenty of times, and yet she still gets shy and entirely red in the face when I tease her. She is too cute. "Oh..." She nervously laughs. "Be my guest." "I will be inside on you in less than a minute," I wink at her, smirking when she narrows her eyes. I'm flirting, and she doesn't seem to get it, so I stifle a laugh. "Unless you only want cuddles?"

The former seemed almost playful around him now, and the latter's ridiculous reactions to the size of his dick were odd, hilarious, and arousing all at the same time. Still, he felt like he'd already crossed a few lines with his beloved. She thought it was all hilarious, and he knew that she had different definitions about what was acceptable and what was unacceptable. He sighed. Her version of flirting was way different than other people's. He picked up his phone again and looked down. Another text message popped up, and then several more. He looked down and saw pictures.

*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.'

I said to Bruno. He leaned on the table and laughed. "You look like one, so what would happen if your next meal for her is terrible?" Bruno asked with a sly smirk on his lips. "She will hate me, I'm sure of it" I chuckled internally. "I don't think you can make a bad meal when you look like a good meal yourself' Bruno teased again. I bursted into laughter after hearing his statement, is he trying to flirt with me? It sounded so funny? "Is that a new pickup line? Wow brilliant" I asked sarcastically, suppressing my chuckle.

“Don’t just say things like that!” I laugh. “Why not?” “Someone could hear you, you big idiot!” I grin at her, and since she is so angry at me, red in the face and whatnot, I decide to mess with her by flirting. “There is no one here but us, babe. No one is going to hear me call your pussy pretty and pink and utterly delicious.”