Spicy Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

He decided to settle for the latter, because after all, it could be true, and Aria’s tempting eyes make it easy to believe it for himself. “Hi, is the cable car ready for use today?” and when Aria walked up to him one day, all he could hear were murmurs from a faraway land, while he inspected her lips, eyes, neck, and huge perky boobs, he imagined in his mouth at every sight of it.

In a low whisper, he asked, “Can I have you as my snack, Miss Firefly? I prefer sweets with my bitter tea.” His voice sounded so velvety, so enchanting; I forgot to answer for a moment. My heart began to hammer foolishly as our eyes were locked into each other. Taking a deep breath, I pretended not to be affected as I answered, “Sorry, Sir. I am not on the menu. Pfft! That was cheesy!” Keir still didn’t break eye contact as he leaned closer and claimed, “You read romantic novels. I thought that you would like cheesy pick up lines. Don’t you?”

She claimed the farthest corner seat, dropping her six-figure bag careless on the plastic chair beside. "Spicy kick?" The lady checked. "Load it up," Sophia grinned. "I'm a spice fiend." "You got it!" The woman hollered back cheery. Sophia had craved heat since kid days, but skin-care strict these years kept her from the heavy stuff. Roadside joint like this? Time to drown the hurt in fire. The lady hustled over a plate piled with chili-dusted wings. "My own blend—secret recipe. One taste, and they're hooked."

he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

“Yes. So if you can kindly move the fuck out of my way." “You have a very dirty mouth," he leans in. “And you will have a very bloody face if you don't move out of my way." He laughs. “So spicy," he hisses out. “Molto speziato." (Very spicy). The juice, here comes the juice. My pussy is stewing. “Coming mama!" I call out. “Mama is calling me," I lie. “I didn't hear anything," he looks at me like I am crazy, but he moves to the side and allows me to leave.

I sighed. "So when are you free?" I asked him. "I am always free for you," he said. "Really? That is the worst pick up line I have ever heard in my life and I have a thing for pick-up lines," I said. "Do not worry love, I have a lot of lines down my jeans," He said and I laughed.

He moved his eyes to my legs and murmured. "Why do I need a pickup line when I could get whatever I want in a blink and you are not an exception, I could make you strip without moving a muscle.” I bite my lower lips, trying not to make a funny noise that will give me up. “wait, don’t tell me, my closeness is making you wet your pants already?” “What? You jerk.” I said in annoyance turning my gaze from him to the window avoiding his gaze. Jamie:

"Would you like to fuck me, Spencer?" "Oh, god, yes," he replied. "Mmmm. I bet you'd like to take your big fat cock and push it into my tight little pussy, you naughty boy." "Oh, fuck, yes, Suzy. Please," he moaned into the phone. "I'm touching my pussy now, Spencer. Let me see if I can slip a finger in to feel if you'd fit inside me. Oooh, it's so wet! I'm sure your dick would fit. Are you touching your cock now, Spencer? Are you wanking it?"

I lose myself there. — Tell me you're here, I say. Tell me you're real. — I'm here. I'm real. — Tell me you're not leaving. — I'm not leaving. — Tell me it's true. — It's true. It's all true. Now, stop talking.

"F*ck! You just made me sick!" Serves you right, a$$hole! "Oh? Excuse me, but what is that, sir? Don't you like salty, too?" I put my index finger in my mouth to pretend as if I didn't see it coming, but I knew sarcasm was still obvious in my tone. "Perhaps you want something spicy, Sir? There is chili in the kitchenette, there are also more peppers. Do you want spicy coffee, sir? Tell me when you want it, and I'll have it ready for you!" I continued pestering him.