Pickup Funny Lines Novels & Stories

Kate asked, referring to the Heart icon on the main screen. “Oh, that’s the Pick-up Lines feature, a special for users in your country.” “Pick-up lines, huh?” Kate said to herself and pressed the button. In the Philippines, pick-up lines had evolved from creepy or lame one-liners to witty two-line jokes, still cheesy but at least mildly amusing. The formula was typically: | Are you a [object]? … Because [punchline]. | Or in question-and-answer form: | Are you a [object]? No. Why?

Her lip pouts out, “but baby, it smells so good… I want one!” Zak disappears with the pickle jar laughing but what he hadn’t bargained for was Lee, who managed to snipe a handful of dills from the jar. He disperses the pickles. “Here you go ladies, philanthropy at its finest”. The boys that remain die of laughter. We’re all satiating our breakfast munchies when Zak returns, “Lee! You magician son of a…”.

He tried to pull out but Lincoln's grip on his waist was quite firm, “You're going too fast… Oh, Pudding, stop! I'm gonna…” He shot his milky juice into Lincoln's mouth before he could stop himself. Lincoln licked and swallowed every drop of it. He rose to his feet and smirked at Ethan. “Satisfied?” “I told you to slow down!” “What? You didn't wanna come just yet?” Lincoln asked. “Yes! No one wants to come that fast…” “I don't care!” Lincoln interrupted sharply, “I'm just your cum dump, right? I took your cum, I can leave now, can't I? Give me my phone!”

"Also, apparently, decent bone structure genetics, according to random mothers." "You're ridiculous." "I contain multitudes." She reached for another spring roll. "Okay, your turn. Tell me something ridiculous that's happened to you that isn't, you know, the enormous stuff." I laughed again, shaking my head. "I don't think I have anything that competes with a surprise mother-in-law audition." "Fair. It's a low bar to clear anyway." I kept checking my phone in between bites, and Maya noticed on the fourth or fifth glance.

I furrowed my brow with a pout. “Yes, you're clumsy and adorable.” Then he winks and walks away with a smirk on his face.

The stainless-steel bowl sat beneath the banquet lights, the metallic finish nearly blinded me. It was no longer simply a dog bowl; it now contained half-eaten food, scraps, and greasy leftovers. Grant stood on the stage, dangling my year-end bonus check between two fingers. His beady eyes glinted with amusement, like he was a circus master waiting for his cheap little circus act to perform. I inhaled deeply. This time, I didn't lower my head. I didn't bend my back like I always had just to pick up their so-called "reward."

“I’ve never done it in a pickup before.” “As a dedicated, lifelong pickup owner, it’s my sworn duty to show you the kinky pleasures of the flesh that can be performed in a pickup, while tryin’ to avoid bangin’ your head into the steering wheel, and smackin’ your ass into the dash.” He grinned. “It’ll be all kinds of fun poppin’ your pickup cherry, sugar.” “Okay. Lunch. Tomorrow. Here. We’ll save the truck rendezvous for another time. Will one o’clock work?”

The unknown number sent one final message: Unknown: Interesting night, wasn’t it? (Adds a winking emoji) I dropped the phone onto the couch like it had burned me. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely pick it up again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He decided that maybe a bouquet of flowers wouldn't work, so he thought that he needed some pick-up lines for Eve. I really hope that this time he will get a chance to talk with his mate and work things out. But at least every one of us here knows now that Carter wouldn't give up on Eve easily. "Carter, you need a pick-up line that will make her drop her underwear," Lucas suggested, that makes Sally snort and crown, "Really? And why is my underwear still up your zipper line?" "Oh come on babe!" Lucas groaned, "I don't want her to drop any underwear, I just want her to like me once we talk, okay?" Carter sighed,