Mature Flirting Novels & Stories

“With friends.” “Boyfriend?” “No.” His grin widened immediately. “Good.” I rolled my eyes slightly, taking another sip of my drink. “You flirt with everybody this much?” “Only pretty girls.” “That sounds rehearsed.” “Damn,” he sighed dramatically. “And here I thought I was being smooth.” I laughed despite myself. At least until his flirting started crossing into annoying territory. “You know,” Adrian said, leaning slightly closer, “you look like the type to act innocent while secretly being trouble.”

he playfully made a consecutive sound of smack kisses, "the adolescence out of you?" My mouth was stroked open for a silent moment. "Uuuh," then I wet my lips, "I haven't," I lied. I've been through the lips of different ladies. "What!?" He slaps my butt. "Do I need to teach you how to flirt!? Look at you! You look fresh for marriage!" "What—?" "Don't die alone! Do you want me to arrange marriage for you!? I'm positive girls will fall in love just by looking at your pretty eyes. Your appearance is far too attractive!"

"W-what do you mean? I don't remember, tell me what you're talking about." I sat down on the couch and pulled her on my laps, trailing my hand over her beautiful body. She moved a little bit and I made sure she stayed frozen by tightening my grip. "I told you the last time that I wanted to take this further with you. Did you think I was joking about it? Right now..." I pulled her face closer to mine, "I'm flirting with you." "But...you didn't—" "I'm going to flirt with you because I already informed you darling." I whispered in her ears before moving my lips over hers quickly.

"So, you do flirt?" "Honey, we've talked about this. Of course I do. You're the one that I love, though," she said. "You're the one that I just had sex with. When we say flirting, I'm not talking about sitting down and making out with the guy. I'm being friendly and at the most, feigning interest in him. It makes them think they have a shot with me," she said, remembering what Toni had told her about it earlier. He seemed to accept that and smiled again. Leaning in to kiss her, he pulled her tight and said, "Thank you for talking to me about it."

She makes me crazy, so easily. “Rabid kitten!” I know my tone is flirty; I can’t deny right now I am completely flirting with her, and as alien as it is to do so with Sophie, it feels kind of good too. Natural, subtly sexual, and a lot of touchy feely, is safer than full blown thoughts of sex and kissing. Maybe I should stop over analyzing this and go with the flow tonight, see where flirting takes me, relax a little and get used to this weird new dimension between us. Maybe if I get to the club and drink some more, then I will stop always pulling my brain apart with doubts and see how we go. Not against kissing her again if that’s where this is going to head, I just need less thinking, more

“I’m changing rule number one of flirting. No matter how tempting it may be, avoid using lines that can come across as creepy.” We soon get into the swing of it. By the swing of it, I mean adding more confusing rules for Scott to follow, and of course drinking more wine than we should. It’s almost three in the morning, Katie is slurring her words, I’m almost asleep and Scott has performed more than an actor on Broadway. Dani meanwhile has decided she’s had enough of teaching flirting and has moved onto cunnilingus. “Woah, Woah! I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves,” says Scott on mock horror. “It’s only been a few hours since we covered open and closed questions, isn’t it a bit

"But it's hard for you to walk. If I could have lifted you, I would have. I know you won't like it so I'll just take care of you." My face immediately soured followed by a bad look at him. He didn't understand that even though my eyes were glazed over. He just widened his grin and focused his attention on the two of them walking. "Why are you flirting?" I couldn't help but ask. He grinned even more as if the word I released was a compliment. "Are you affected yet? What if I do it all?” there is still a hint of flirting in his smile. I focused my gaze even more but it still had no effect. "Just feed me instead of all the madness coming out of your mouth."

“Oh, but I’m not flirting with you,” “Moreover, you flirt with people that you want either in your bed or in your life. Or with someone who you are sure that you cannot get without a fight. It’s like a wooing technique to have something or someone,” “And I must say, that we have gone past that stage,” he added. I turned to him and he grinned. One of the things that he had been doing more often of late and my heart melted inside my chest. “What stage?” “The wooing stage,” he responded and I raised my brows at him.

He whispers secrets in my ear about nonsense, just for an excuse to slide his hand up the back of my skirt and I retaliate by taking a hard nibble of his neck. My nude thong is soaked, stuck to my skin. Honestly, I can’t remember a single other time I’ve flirted with a man without doing it ironically or being sarcastic the whole time. This is pure, unadulterated enjoyment for both of us. It’s foreplay. At least, I assume so, since I’ve never done it before. Jace gently fondles my breasts through the soft material of my tank top, groaning into my neck, letting me just feel the ridge of his erection every so often…all of it combines to weave a sensual spell.

My body wants Dante, it wants to feel his hands under my dress, caressing my skin and making me moan out his name. Weird.. he's old enough to be my father. These desires shouldn't even be here, but they are, and I can't help it. “Six.” He takes another step forward, slowly closing the space between us again. My eyes darted to his groin again, this time around, I can already feel it inside my wet kitty. “Seven.” “Eight.” This isn't me, I never do this. I don't even know how to flirt, it has always been me and my books. I don't know how this old hottie managed to change everything.