Mature Flirting Novels & Stories

“That’s a truckload.” “Maybe after we eat, we can-” “No. It’s fine. Let’s talk while eating.” “Isn’t that like bad table manners?” “Fuck table manners when I have you seated in front of me.” “Oh God.” I felt… what’s it called? Fanny flutters? Yeah. That. “You are a flirt.” “Funny,” he briefly stood up halfway to adjust my plate, “I am usually not one. When I’m with you, it comes naturally.”

He asked and I let out a chuckle to his surprise. I'm equally surprised that I'm laughing instead of raining curses on him or either panicking. "What's funny, sweetheart?" He asked and moved closer a bit, I took a step backward and regained my stand. "Your flirting skill is eerie and very old school, I think you should stick to your wife or if your prick wants some other pussy to dig, I advise you go look for one that suits your age." I drawled sarcastically and a frown graced his face. "Don't you think you're being so intrepid?"

“See something interesting?” He blinked, then chuckled, looking down for a second before meeting my gaze again. “Yeah,” he said, his voice low over the music. “Trying to figure out if you’re half as fucking mesmerizing as you look” I arched a brow, playing along. “That depends. You always flirt this slowly, or are you just warming up?” Marvin nearly choked. “Am I missing something?” he asked. Mike smirked, unbothered. “Do you want me to flirt with you?”

One wrong move and I walk. Marcus: Ideas? Baby, I have plenty. But I’ll behave… until you tell me not to. You drive me crazy, Lila. No woman has ever made me work this hard. Worth every second. Me: Flattery won’t get you everywhere. But keep trying. It’s cute. The flirting felt electric and forbidden and I love it. Marcus wasn’t Daniel-level dangerous, but he was part of that world all sharp, wealthy, used to getting what he wanted. And right now, he wanted me.

Elena looked up at him with a flirty smile, her cheeks flushed and her full breasts bouncing with every push. “Inside me, Mike. Fill up this cheating pussy with your hot cum. I want to feel you dripping out of me all day while I think about how much better you are than him. Come on, handsome, give it to your naughty married girl.” Mike grinned and picked up speed, his strong hands holding her hips tight. “You’re such a flirty tease, Elena.

“But if you give me reason to think you’re just humoring me, you’re going to be in big trouble, baby.” “I’m not!” Ella insists indignantly, sitting up and giving me a delectable view of water dripping down her bare breasts. “I don’t know if it’s my wolf coming out or what, but the more time that passes, the more I find myself craving your… well, your dominance.” She flushes bright red as the words leave her mouth, and I’m relieved to see that all the heavy emotion of the last hour is starting to fade in favor of flirtation.

I told him, walking over to his side and sitting on his table, spreading my legs to give him a good view of my thong. “What makes you think I would fall for this cheap act of yours, what makes you even think I’m interested in your body?” he asks me, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I know you like me, Ralph, you can’t take your eyes off my body, I see you drooling when I walk by and I know you want more of me. Besides, how can you not want more when you’ve had a taste of me already. You popped my cherry, remember?” I asked him, putting my legs on his armchair, and fixing my eyes on his.

This wasn't about romance in any manner just taking and fucking me like the crazed men they truly were. Florian plunged long and hard into my pussy, flexing his fingers open as he licked around my clit, sucking and nipping until the tender tissue was ultra-sensitive. And he refused to stop. "Oh. I..." Laughing, I slapped my hand across my mouth as the electricity soared, so intense that my toes curled. He angled his fingers, hitting the perfect spot and I almost lost it. When he drew back, yanking me down from the precipice, I slapped my hand on the table. "Please let me come. God, please!"

I straightened my shoulders, plastered a flirtatious smile on my face, and walked toward him. He noticed me immediately, his red eyes flickering with interest. "Hey there," I purred, leaning against the bar. He smirked. "Well, hello. What’s a beautiful thing like you doing all alone?" I giggled, pretending to be charmed. "Maybe I was waiting for someone worth my time." His smirk widened. "Lucky me." I trailed a finger along the rim of his drink, my eyes meeting his. "So, are you from around here?" He tilted his head. "You could say that. And you?" I leaned in closer, lowering my voice. "Does it matter?" His eyes darkened slightly. "No. Not at all." I hated this. Every second of this fake fli

Then I walked over to the couch he was in and sat down beside him, crossing my legs. "You are so pretty," the Minister slurred slightly, the compliment sounding even more irritating than he looks. "Thank you sir," I replied, forcing a charming smile. I moved my gaze from him and immediately grabbed a glass and offered him a fresh drink. “A toast?” I grinned seductively….or at least I think it is. I don't know how to flirt with men, since I've only ever done it with women so I hope my facial expressions aren't screaming ‘panicked dude trying to flirt’.