Romans & histoires Witty Flirty Quotes

He smiled, “Don’t go judging me because I only like meat.” “No judgment here.” I lift my hands in surrender, “I happen to enjoy a nice large piece of meat myself.” Okay, now I am flirting in a dirty way. He seems to have caught on. “I imagine you do.” He was flirting back. “I may just have the perfect piece for you.” He winked at me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the indication of his comment. “I bet you do.”

This is the best first compliment a flirty guy has ever given me, especially because I haven't seen his eyes going down to my tits even once. He's good. Genuine. Hot. So, I lift my mojito to have a toast. "And you, for being the perfect subject to bring my vision to life," I add, making him smile too, so hard his eyes go small. It's very cute, "Don't look away from my eyes or it's seven years of bad sex for both of us." "Shit!" he exclaims before opening his eyes as far as they go and lock eyes with me. I laugh, "Hey, don't look away, this is serious."

’ [Hi guys, your Boss called me to his room. She stood a little way from them and put a hand on her hip striking a sassy pose she lowered her eyes and then looked up at them through her lashes before licking her bottom lip. Her flirtatiousness worked, it only took a quick glance to see both of them were as hard as nails as they raked her up and down hungrily, ‘È un uomo fortunato.’ [He is a lucky man.] One of them said and the other rubbed his groin,

“We do, don’t we? Still, can’t a girl get out of her comfort zone by asking one of the most brilliant guys in her grade?” Oh, she’s good. She’s calling me brilliant. Ego flattering always works when flirting. I couldn’t help my smile. “So, you think I’m brilliant.” She nodded. “Plus, we’d look great in the pictures.” She ran her fingers down my arm as she looked up at me through her lashes. Damn, she’s a good flirt.

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?"

“Don’t just say things like that!” I laugh. “Why not?” “Someone could hear you, you big idiot!” I grin at her, and since she is so angry at me, red in the face and whatnot, I decide to mess with her by flirting. “There is no one here but us, babe. No one is going to hear me call your pussy pretty and pink and utterly delicious.”

Mischief sparked in my mind as I replied, "Ah, I see! So, 'dancing' is when I turn the dance floor into my personal stage, leaving the audience begging for an encore?" His laughter rumbled deep in his chest. "Exactly! You catch on fast, don't you?" I grinned, "Well when the teacher is as captivating as you, I can't help but be a quick learner." He seemed impressed by my ability to flirt right back, "Damn, gorgeous, you're like a wildfire." I laughed and looked into his eyes, blinking up at him innocently, "You say that like you're not enjoying the heat." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "Oh, I'm enjoying it, alright. But tell me, is this the hottest you can get, or do you have

I retorted, walking ahead. "You are so beautiful, you made me forget my pick-up line." Colton flirted, jogging after me. "You are so ugly, you made me look in the other direction." I responded haughtily. "You shouldn't wear make-up, it's messing with perfection." "You should try it, you seem in great need of it." "Don't lie, you know you want to taste these lips." He pointed to his pink lips. "Don't dream, I'd rather taste Nutella in ketchup."

Just a movement of my eyelids, but he didn't reply and as much to my surprise he also walked away with redness on his face! Idiot! Boys! you need to call him handsome, and you called him beautiful. Nowadays, guys think about them too much, he must be thinking that you insulted him. But I didn't. Well, forget about him. Another guy is approaching, I must flirt with him at least and be successful in this. Ok! I rubbed my hands Just smile, smile and smile. And waffle your hair a little bit. And compliment them. As he came near where I stood, I approached him with a chuckle, "Hey! I was looking at your face, and I thought that I should say you have such a charming face and very good hair."

I remarked mockingly with a wink. "Why would I want to think about your dick when I’ve heard so much about it from your countless whoring escapades that I could practically draw a picture of it if I wasn't bored out of my mind hearing about it." She shot back. "Oh yeah? What’s the point of drawing a picture of it from hearsay, I wouldn’t mind posing naked for you if you want me to." Was I flirting with her? Fuck maybe? She rolled her eyes, scoffing as she gave me a once-over.