Low Key Flirting Novels & Stories

he replied. I gasped. "Are you trying to flirt with me?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "It depends." he replied. "Pardon!" I exclaimed, making air quotes. "It depends on what?" I asked. "What is your definition for flirting?" he asked, standing up and moving closer to me. "I'm leaving, Mr Okorie." I said, raising my voice higher than usual, he mimicked my words and then chuckled. What was actually wrong with this guy?

I was like in my mind I'm singing why you're so obsessed with me boy I wanna know hahaha obsessed the fuck. Okay hoooh amber calm down don't act weird okay just act normal don't show him you are blushing! Wait inhale exhale hoooh! Hmmm okay one, two, three. Ahhmm really! Why? I said. I don't want to say too much words I can't respond too much I need to act like I'm not interested at him and not affected on this kind of flirting strategy. Have you already forgotten? He asked. Like man yes I forgot what the heck are you talking about? Just tell me straight to the point I hate circumstances.

Her lower lip was sexily held between her teeth and she kept flashing him a flirtatious smile, making every single step she took seducing -making it harder for him to keep himself in check. She stopped in front of him, turned around and did a little twerk on his face, before facing him again and knelt in front of him. Her palm rubbed his d**k through his pants teasingly, but she soon grabbed his belt and removed it, then proceeded in push his zipper down. He grabbed her head and tried to lean forward for a kiss, but she shook her head in disagreement, and pushed him back on the chair. “Up!” she commanded. He lifted his lower body, and she grabbed both his pants and boxers, and dragged them d

Kim smiled and she rolled her eyes moving closer to her fridge, Lisa took out a bottle of water when she felt a shadow behind her, it was Kim and if she turned around, she would be staring into his eyes so she didn't bother turning around. "What are you doing?" "You are so beautiful, do you know that?" "Are you flirting with me?" "Maybe" "You are not getting into my pants" Kim grinned and closed the space between them. He wasn't intending to get into her pants tonight though he wouldn't mind doing it tomorrow and every other day. He pushed her hair to the other side and whispered. "I never said I wanted to" Her face flushed and she tensed up. "You should take your water and step back" Lisa e

He stared at my face again with a seductive look and his gaze turned into my lips and he just gulped and lick his lower lip. That is why I got conscious so I drunk my glass again and damn, I think I am getting drunk right now and I am starting to feel dizzy. Because I don’t really have a high alcohol tolerance that is why I got drunk easily. “Hey, are you sure you don't want to dance? You know what that would be really going to be fun," he simply asked me. And he is just smiling at me now, a naughty smile. That is why I am just feeling that he just wants to flirt with me now but I am not really good at flirting just to be honest here.

I begged him, making sure to keep my voice low. He smirked and leaned closer. “You want just this?” He asked, giving it a little flick which made me flinch a bit and curled my toes. I did not know whether to nod or shake my head. Slowly he slipped down, I whined at the loss of contact but he parted my laps wide and got in between.

I would crumble, and I wasn’t scared to accept that when it came to her, I was a weak man. “Well, I usually sleep nude, but I guess we can’t do that,” she purred, kneeling on the bed as she moved to the side she felt must comfortable. I didn’t miss the way she swayed her hips slowly as she crawled. “You can sleep naked here, anything to make sure that you are comfortable,” I groaned. This was flirting. This was me, openly begging for a chance to view her body once more. To have a reason that my whole life would be tormented.

The third shot went into the ceiling, where it started a small war with a plaster cherub. I went low. The trick of going low is you commit—you don’t hover, you don’t halfway it, you kiss the floor like it’s your lover. I lunged for the kid’s knees. He wasn’t ready for clever. He stumbled, the grip went sloppy, and Elky used the moment to twist the gun the way you twist a bad idea out of someone’s head.

“Is there?” “Big difference.” He leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “Flirting would be me saying I want to take you surfing. Teach you how to stand on the board. Hold your waist while you find your balance. Watch the water drip off your skin when you fall. Then kiss you when you finally ride a wave.” My breath hitched. I stared at him—wide-eyed, heart pounding. He smiled—slow, wicked. “That would be flirting.” I opened my mouth to reply—

I spun around, sliding my hands around the strangers neck… Where the confidence came from, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that I was high and enjoying the flirting game. “What would you do if I came home with you?” The corners of his lips curved into a dirty smile. “Anything you want. But trust me, you’re gonna love every second of it.” He added with a wink. I inched closer to his lips like I was about to kiss them. “Anything like what?” He smiled. “Let me show you“