Japanese Flirting Novels & Stories

"And that's for wearing a bra." He pauses, letting his fingers brush my pussy lips, already wet with my arousal. His touch sends pleasure ricocheting through my body that far eclipses the pain. Then he draws his hand back and spanks me again. "And that's for flirting with Japanese businessmen." I face him, my ass cheek throbbing and tears stinging my eyes. "Now you're the jealous one," I say. Marcus's hands grip my flesh, and he pulls me hard against him, my skirt still bunched up around my waist. "You're goddamned right I'm jealous," he says, his voice hoarse. "I don't like thinking about you with someone else."

A low groan blows through my parted lips, sounding decidedly primal. She bats her lashes, in response. Coils her fingers in the strands at her shapely hips. Toys with me further as she seems to debate whether to stay the course or leave the goods to my imagination. Well… To my memory bank. “Nik…” I quietly prompt. “Yes, James?” she counters. I chuckle. “Touché.” I’m gently jesting and yet… Not really. Because I like it when we can flirt, unabashedly. This is a different realm for me. I’ve not been clinical with my past lovers, no; I also haven’t engaged in sexy pillow talk or nicknames.

"I do. He knows that I like to flirt." "Since when is sucking dick considered flirting?" Taylor asked. Jessie giggled. "Not all people flirt the same. Like I said earlier, we're just talking about degrees of sexuality. For you, flirting is hand holding or a lingering gaze. For me... it's a much broader term." "So, what's the most flirting you've done with someone that isn't your boyfriend?" she asked. Jessie thought for a minute. "Well, my roommate's boyfriend is really handsy and fun in the morning. Don't you think that sounds like a good time? I'll be standing there making eggs and he'll be on his knees, eating my butt or licking my pussy."

Looking around the room at all the adult items on full display—so blatantly graphic—I found the food hard to swallow. Noticing my discomfort, Ryuzo immediately explained. "In Valen, this kind of culture is very rich. What you see here is just the surface. There are even more exciting toys. If you want, I can help you try them out." My husband quickly hid his face behind his bowl, but even that couldn't conceal the excitement burning in his eyes. Ayame slapped Ryuzo's arm. "Oh, stop it. Mia is quite conservative. Don't say things like that."

The double penetration in my lower holes stretched me so deliciously I could barely breathe. “Fuuuuck, she’s gripping us like a vice,” the man in my ass growled, slamming deeper. “This gaijin whore was built for yakuza use.” I moaned like a broken slut around the cock in my throat, pushing back against the two men destroying my holes. “Mmmph! Yes! Stretch both holes! Breed your Dragon pet!” Akira rose gracefully and knelt in front of me, replacing the man in my mouth with her wet pussy. “Lick your Mistress while they double-stuff you.”

Fuck, I knew I was a sly bastard, but anything, I’d do anything, to be intimate with Aiden. I nodded. “Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu.” I said the words in Japanese which meant please take care of me. Aiden took in a deep, shaky breath. Then, “Fuck!” he said, which shocked me. He shifted, which surprised me. Then in a flip of a second, I found myself lying flat on my back on the bed, with Aiden on top of me. I could feel the length of his hard body against me, and I was so happy that I wanted to jump with joy.

I scream out his name as I throw my head back in ecstasy. He slowly slides me down the shower wall, placing soft kisses as he goes. He grabs one hardened nipple with his mouth when they are within his reach. He swirls his tongue around as he sucks, bringing my arousal back to the surface. When my pelvis reaches his waist I wrap my legs around him, the feel of his cock at my entrance causing a moan to escape my lips. I wiggle my hips, letting Kenji know what I want from him. He chuckles down at me as he leans in close. “Do you want something Okami?” He whispers in my ear. I growl at him in warning, receiving a hearty laugh in return. “Use your words sweetheart.”

Jun teased and Iori rolled her eyes at him, “Just so you know, I have a thing for long black hair and traditional beauty.” “Who doesn’t?” Shou muttered and Jun sent him a glare, “He can be such a balant flirt,” Iori told Shou, “Must be his American origins,” Shou responded “Hey! That’s mean!” “Well, you wouldn’t see a Japanese man so obviously flirting with someone in the middle of the day,” Shou told him, “You’re just too close-minded,” Jun muttered, “Besides, Iori likes it and it keeps the pests away so it’s a win-win for me,”