Spicy Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

I leaned back against the sticky leather sofa of the frat house, swirling the whiskey in my plastic cup. The guy was an offensive lineman with breath that smelled like cheap tequila and desperation. "You’ve been hovering over me for the past three minutes," I said, my voice flat. "And in that time, you’ve used two clichéd pick-up lines and told me how much you bench. I’m bored, Tyler. Move." “My name is not Tyler. I'm—" "Irrelevant," I finished, finally meeting his eyes with a cold, dead-eyed stare. "Go find a freshman who still thinks a letterman jacket is a personality trait. My brother’s party is loud enough without you barking in my ear."

“If I am hungry, and I need someone who can help me with my hunger, can I go to you and let me have a bite even just in your lips?” I raise my hand and softly hold her face. I was about to kiss her, but she tilted her face. “Ha ha ha! Sorry, I don’t really know how to ease you. All I know is just a simple pickup line.” Simple? You call it simple? I nearly have a heart attack! I think you might also want to kill me! And then you call it simple! Is this woman insulting me!? “Stephen, hey Stephen! Are my pickup lines okay? Is it too corny?”

Her lips were big; fake but that didn't matter because I didn't care if it was fake or real but whatever it may be, I'm having those wrapped around me tonight. Fuck! I cursed again as I almost came to that wild thought. When I finally got close to her, she was smiling at me. "You are a goddess" I started, hitting it off with my pickup line that worked like magic at all times. Only lame guys start with shit like, *what’s your name, beautiful?* "Is that what you tell those girls that make them remove their panties?" She asked. From there I knew it wouldn't be easy trying to….. "Because it just worked on me" She finished her sentence and I smiled, knowing I'd hit the jackpot again.

* - *Mason* I smiled at his attempt at flirting. *that was so cheesy. haha* - *Me* *oh you haven't seen cheesy* - *Mason* I raised my brow and seconds later , another text came in. *Is it just me, or do you make every room you enter instantly brighter?* - *Mason* I laughed out loud at this. *hahaha. did you just G****e this?* - *Me* *I don't have to G****e pickup lines , Dahlia. I'm just naturally good.* - *Mason*

I asked. "You tell me." He walked into the kitchen slowly, circling the island like he owned every tile of it. Which obviously he did. He stopped in front of me and looked me over from head to toe. "Why would you wake up and decide to look so beautiful?" I scoffed. "Really? I did not think the almighty Sparrow was the type to use pickup lines on girls." He chuckled. "Pickup lines? That was a compliment." "Anyway." I turned back to the counter, mostly to hide the heat creeping up my neck. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

The pizza doesn’t taste as good as when it was first delivered but with the help of this incredible creation—garlic sauce—it made the pizza taste pretty immaculate. I didn’t reply to Lance’s message and I just went ahead and ate while still feeling happy about the fact that he misses me. I just didn’t know what to say to him and while I was chewing, my head’s thinking about something else to say to him. I kept on creating some pickup lines in my head but they were all corny and just not that good. I ended up typing the most obvious reply. Me: I miss you too. I stared at the words for a long while hoping that I’d think of something good to say but there’s really nothing that’s coming inside m

Give me a night in with wine and a good book any time of the week, and I’m down. “That’s because you’re boring,” Poppy chimes in. “How can you find hot guys and good food while staying at home?” “That’s why people invented delivery,” I reply with a sarcastic smile. “And as for hot guys, I’m not looking for one right now.” My friend rolls her eyes at me. “You selfish bitch. Not everyone is lucky enough to find a Spencer, know that?” “What about the guy from Glitch? Weren’t you planning on having him fall head over heels in love with you tonight?” I tease, receiving a slap on my arm in return.

“You’re not any woman. I grabbed you because you’ve been in my head for the last damn month and it’s drivin’ me crazy. Who are you?” Macie snorted. “That is the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard.” Those blue, blue eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t a pick up line.” “Good thing, because it sure as hell isn’t working.” “Look. Let’s start over. I’m an artist. And I’d like—” “—to show me your etchings?” She snickered. “Har har. I really am an artist.” “Yeah? So was the last guy I was involved with. Been there, done that, have the tie-dyed T-shirt and the roach clip to prove it. Move along, Picasso.”

he started, trying and failing to sound serious. “Yes sir,” I answered, chuckling as he shuffled on the other end of the line. I heard his sheets crumpling on the other end, “So your project huh, you must really be putting Scar to work…” he chuckled, trailing off. I rubbed my nape as I felt the corners of my lips twitch as her stick straight brown hair came into my mind's eye. Her intoxicating coconut scent and nervous smile. “You there?” Spencer asked, more like yelling into the phone.

He glanced at me with a playful smile on his lips and I smiled back with a nod. “Just coffee, got it!” “So where should we eat? Any good place come to your mind?” he asked, strumming his fingers against the steering wheel as we waited for the traffic light to turn green. “What do you crave today lady H?” He said in a posh British accent and I thought nothing was sexier than his accent at that moment. “I’m not sure if it’ll be a good place to you but right now I’m craving some spicy wings and a double beef and chicken burger.”