Funny Flirt Lines Novels & Stories

I instantly make a face and my body practically forces my butt to wiggle against him. He groans and his hand retreats from my belly and onto my hip. I quickly move to pick it up and put it right on my boob where I want it. I wiggle back against him once more. “Baby… you’re killing me…” he whispers. “Do I need to pick a fight with you so we can have hot make-up sex,” I tease. He laughs and tries to move his hand but I stop him. I don’t really know how to flirt and I may sound like an idiot but here goes nothing. If he’s my soulmate, he’ll love me anyhow right?

Mr Bruce sounded solemn and serious while commenting this. Oriel looked at him in an awkward way, "Eww!" she exclaimed. "I can see that you are really bad at complementing and making pick up lines." Mr. Bruce couldn't control his laugh at what she just said. "But I always believed that flirting is what I am best at." Oriel shook her face in disagreement, while trying contain her laugh in her mouth. "Please never do that again." "Okay. I won't." They laughed looking at each other. "By the way, I am really grateful for what you did for me."

“You’re not the kind of husband who minds?” “Not as long as I’m the only man you do it for.” A flicker of amusement crossed my face—was he flirting with me right now? Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it… I tilted my head, letting my gaze briefly drift down to his groin before meeting his eyes again. “No offense, Mr. Grant,” I began sweetly, “…but I don’t strip for men who can’t get their dick up.” I gestured toward his groin with my index finger.

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.

"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.

It's very annoying when the person flirting with you is even bigger than you. "Stop dude, just tell me if you want me to fuck you, don't need to flirt with me anymore, it's annoying and creepy," I said laughing when I saw him pout. "You ain't no fun," he said. "Tsk, you just brought me here because you want my cock, right? You want to taste me again?" I asked him and swam towards the shallow part of the waterfall, Nile dive right next to me.

Too damn cute. "Can I watch you? I want to see Florian suck you off." The young man gave him a flirtatious wink telling him that he should get on board with my suggestion while I started stroking my cock over my pants. We were still in our working attire minus our suit jackets and ties since I wanted to leave sooner. My love looked gorgeous and expensive, and Florian was also admiring the view.

*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.'

“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.”

He sighed and closed his eyes in defeat. “Fine, give me a damn line,” he muttered. I smiled, thinking of a line he could use. I didn’t want to give him one that was too good; after all, I didn’t actually want her to fall for it. “Okay, how about you say; do you mind if I hang out here until it’s safe back where I farted?” I joked, knowing he wouldn’t ever say that to a girl. He looked at me in disbelief.