Mature Flirting Novels & Stories

I may be drunk, but I know when someone is flirting with me "you ladies are the difficult ones" "Aaah... Heartbreak. I thought at much, that is the only thing that can make a man get drunk in the afternoon. Do you want to talk about it or do you want to forget about it?" She sucks in this department "have anybody told you that you suck in the flirting department? Because instead of getting turned on due to your flirting, I'm getting fucking annoyed" She dragged her hand closer to my groin. Rubbing her hand all over it, she brought her lips to my ear and whispered "are you still not getting turned on?" She licked my ear seductively

I held her eyes as I said it, making sure she caught the heavier meaning behind the little quip. She swallowed and broke eye contact first. "Do you do this to every woman you meet?" "Do what?" I asked. "This- This needless flirting! Like a-a rouge!" she exclaimed. I burst into laughter. "Really? A rouge? Who even uses that word anymore?" "It's what you're acting like," she argued. "Flirting shamelessly with a married woman!" I ignored the last part of her sentence. "To answer your question, I don't do this every woman. Just you. I only flirt shamelessly with you," I said.

“You gonna cum on them again?” “Yes! Don’t stop,” I begged, my hips bucking wildly against his hand. “I was so close earlier. I need to cum so fucking bad.” Matt added a third finger, stretching me wider. The wet, squelching sounds grew louder as he fucked me harder with his hand. “Look at this greedy pussy,” he said, watching his fingers disappear inside me. “Taking three fingers so easily. You were fingering yourself thinking about me, weren’t you? Moaning my name like a slut.”

I didn’t get what he meant, so he continued seeing how confused I was. “We’ve been talking about him too much. I’d like to talk about us without him in the conversation,” he explained. I smiled at him as we kept walking. “Your smile is infectious, but I want more than just a smile,” he turned to look at me in a flirtatious behavior. I didn’t say anything, but it was clear I liked what he was doing. “Imagine me pleasuring you with my cock. How amazing would that be, or should I say, ecstatic?” he said while touching my body. “Just tell me you want some intimate time,” I replied directly, surprising him.

“You putting the moves on that – that woman!” “Whaaat?!” he grinned, then shook his head like I had it all wrong. “No, no – that was just a little friendly flirting.” “Friendly flirting is ‘that color looks nice on you.’ That was NOT friendly flirting.” “Sure it wa– ” “Why are you even fucking flirting in the first place?! And in front of me! Do you know how disrespectful that is?” “To who?” “To ME!” He stared at me like I’d just grown a second head. “Are you serious?”

Who? He smiles at me and God damn that dimple of his is a vagina killer. "And..." I trailed off. "I missed you too." I added sheepishly. I’m flirting. I can’t help but flirt back to an engaged man. There is no taking that back now, he heard it but it felt good to finally say it out loud.

"Nope. Not him either. I don't even know how to flirt." "That's why I'm here to enlighten you on the subtle art of flirting," She gives a cheeky smile. "It all has to do with your body language sissy. Be confident as you speak and make excuses to touch him. And try to laugh whenever he makes an attempt to joke." "What if it's not funny?" "You laugh even harder." "So either way, I laugh?" "There you go! Now get over there and make me proud," Lacey slaps my butt and propels me ahead.

“For a second, I thought my grumpy mate disliked seeing another man make me smile.” “Desiree.” He warns, stepping closer. He is a large man, and when he decides to invade my space, the world shrinks around him. I hold my ground, barely. “He was flirting with you,” he says. “That was not flirting. He made me laugh. It's called conversation.” “He looked at you too much.” I try not to enjoy this. “And how much is too much?” I ask softly. His gaze drops to my mouth for one devastating second. “Any amount.”

Natalie found that she got along pretty well with Matt, which kind of surprised her because, ordinarily, she was tired of flirtatious people. And Matt was extremely flirtatious. When he turned the full force of his huge, impish grin on you, there was no holding back a blush. Maybe it was because he gave some fantastic shoulder massages that the flirtatiousness didn’t bother her. Very possible.

"Then I suggest you hurry back, pauper. A man of my stature can only hold on for so long." I grin and send him a wink. I'm not sure where this new Lily came from. I've never flirted in my life. Maybe it's the pregnancy, but I've been doing it more and more. Jarek seems to like it, and I guess that's all that matters. ***