Math Pick Up Lines Dirty Novels & Stories

Every second I’m off-screen the chat gets filthier, spamming guesses and begging for skin. When I step back in, pink satin tied tight across my tits, they lose their shit. Hearts, flames, filthy emojis fly like confetti. I give them a slow twirl, tilt my hips, laugh right into the mic. “Think you picked well?” They answer by blowing up the screen.

“Such a messy girl. Look at the puddle you’re making on my chair. I should make you lick it up after.” Dirty talk poured from him like honeyed poison as he worked. “You’re clenching so hard. Bet you’d take my cock like a champ. I’d split this tight pussy open and make you take every inch while the needle’s still buzzing on your ass. You’d cum so hard you’d cry.” “Please, Slade… I’m so close. Let me cum,” I begged, voice breaking. My hips were grinding back shamelessly now, chasing his hand. He pulled his fingers away completely, leaving me empty and throbbing. “No. Not yet. You cum when I decide your ass is pretty enough.”

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

“Bug in my ear? Ew. No, it’s not a bug in my ear. It’s a questionable mate in my bed. So, tell me again and this time make me believe we’re actually mates and not your plan to screw over my pack for some hidden agenda.” “Babes, you had me at, ‘hey, stud want to play hide the pickle with me?’ Your sweet innocent smile and that smutty invitation had me ready, willing, and able. Gods, even now I think of the word pickle, and I just want to dive into you until we’re too exhausted to move.” “So you like me because I’m a slut.”

I sighed. "So when are you free?" I asked him. "I am always free for you," he said. "Really? That is the worst pick up line I have ever heard in my life and I have a thing for pick-up lines," I said. "Do not worry love, I have a lot of lines down my jeans," He said and I laughed.

From sweet to sexual, how did that even happen? He just chuckled, continuing. "My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in." "God that's disgusting! Can you just stop with the dumb pickup lines?" "Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too?" "One more word and you'll be a dead human." I seethed, trying to ignore the furious glances of the teacher. "Your cheeks become red when you're very angry." He noted with wonder, pointing at my cheeks.

Why the hell am I going to throw some pick-up lines? “Tricycle ka ba?” Someone cleared their throat habang nag koru ang mga kasama ko sa isang ‘Ohh!’. Takang hinanap ko ng tingin si Donna. Her expression was epic, half amused and halfed scared. Hindi ko maipaliwanag ang kaba. May ginawa na naman akong kahihiyan? “No.” S***a, Gen. I gasped, my eyes widened with disbelief when my gaze landed in Prince Liam’s direction. All serious while holding the mic. P**a, self. You just asked the most inappropriate pick-up lines of the most respected man in the country. His Royal Highness Prince Liam.

he said, his voice low and smooth. Isabella raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Same pick-up line, try something different." Vincent chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're looking so sexy that every man present here would like to make you the queen of his bed." Isabella's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Hmm, different, and it reflects your desire." Vincent laughed, his eyes glinting with humor. "I'm not a playboy, but you'll be surprised to know that I've had sex only once in my life, and that too with my first love, when I was in high school."

Immediately, that stranger aroused an immense dislike in me, as he looked down at my body in an undisguisedly malicious way, like the perverts who used to frequent my mother's house, from whom I had spent my entire life running away. — Oh my! Did I die, go to heaven and now I'm being welcomed by an angel? — he said, staring at me with perversion. Would that ridiculous pick-up line work on anyone? — Did you come to the party? — Party? Yes. Of course. A party is always good. — It's in the garden. I'll show you the way — I offered politely.

I clinked my glass against his and took a long sip, the alcohol burning its way down my throat. “So,” he said, leaning closer. “Whoever he is, he must be a fool to make a woman like you unhappy.” I arched an eyebrow. “Is that your attempt at a pick-up line?” “Did it work?” he asked, grinning. I couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe.”