Nasty Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

Tut. Instead of being angry with Andrew's consistently rude behavior, Nafisah curved a wide smile on her lips. Nafisah liked mature men with a tall ego like Andrew, not the flat men with the usual cheesy pick-up lines trying to get close to her. Andrew was very different from all of them.

Running into him again would be far from ideal. She lifted her head, downed the wine in her glass, and prepared to leave. On her way out, a man entering the bar stopped to stare at her, then suddenly grabbed her arm. Natalie turned with impatience, her eyes cold. "Let go." The man froze and raised his hands quickly. "I didn’t mean anything. I just saw your photo on a friend’s phone and lost my composure." A typical pickup attempt. Natalie curled her lips coldly and turned to go.

Tell me how bad you want this freak cock ruining your tight hole. 'Please, Nadine... fuck me,' I gasped, arching up, my nails digging into her shoulders. 'I need it deep... hard. Make me your little bitch.' The words tumbled out, nasty and real, like the dirty talk I'd overheard in college dorms but never dared.

Which was practically a lie because I have never really been on the receiving end of a pickup line but I was not going to succumb to his flirty behaviour. "Ouch, that hurt my poor heart, princess," Collin pouted, placing his hand dramatically over his chest. "How about I try my other line?" "How about a cup of coffee," I countered, ignoring his attempt at another pickup line. "I'm in dire need of a steaming coffee." "I saw a café on the way to the hospital. I can take you there, and we can try out my other lines," Collin suggested with a playful grin. **{••}**{••}**

You might want to dial it back a little bit because I'm already obssessed. I was so red from blushing and I look like an idiot trying to keep my calm composure while I'm internally screaming and I'm fighting the urge to smile. He gently hold my cheeks, "It really works, huh? Damon's cheesy pick up lines to make you look cuter." That's unfair, that's a double kill from Dylan.

He asked with a smirk plaster on his face "I'm waiting for Autumn , she's going to be late and I lost my other friends" I said while looking around "I see. I can company you tonight" He stated and I smiled to him "So you're a model right?" "He seems to know about you beautiful" Nate said through the earpiece "How do you know?" "Of course , I often see your beautiful face around New York" He smirked and I pretended to drink my champagne "What a dick" I heard Nate curse. What did he even do? Stupid Nate

Her hair fell over her face as her eyes rolled to the back of her bed. "Cum for me Natalie!" He urged, rubbing her clit more desperately. "Oh yes fucccckkkk!" she let out a loud piercing scream as she exploded on his fingers. He pulled out of her tight sheath and licked her dry. "How about we go for round two?" He asked with a widened grin on his face.

And who knows, maybe I’ll even learn something new and become a bit of a math nerd myself. I looked around. Where else can I find a nerd who is willing to answer my assignments? I don’t like to choose a random nerd. Because what if he’s not really smart? Then we will fail both! I need someone who’s gullible enough to fool. Who is easily attracted by my smile. I need a virgin nerd. My gaze landed on the man who passed by Bea and me who immediately avoided my eyes. “Bea.” “Oh why again?” “Who’s that?” I mouthed his direction.

There, honesty is the best policy. "You're like the ice. You're ice prince." I'm vomiting words right now, even telling him the nickname I invented for him. That's it. Stop, Evie. Stop. Shut up. Shut uppp! "Maybe I can warm you up with a date?" Bahahahaha what a cheesy come back. Is this one of those lame pick up line? The one you used during your high school era? Which is... what? Twenty years ago? Bahahahaha! "You're weird." I am still laughing when he fixes himself back to the steering wheel and gives a signal to bring the car back to the main road.

*wink*' The text was supposed to a flirty pick-up line or something funny. Unfortunately, my brain had still not changed gears and the only words my eyes highlighted were –I have been told. Told by who? How many girls had he massaged? Oh yes, he's a player, the count would be over the fifties. Again impulsively I typed. 'Oh yeah of course you have been told, I forgot you were a player. I can manage, thank you very much.'