Flirtation Stories

How desperately he wished he understood her,The elusive lady who had stolen his heart,But every time he thought she was within his graspOnce more she seemed to vanish into the shadows,Leaving him to flounder in the darkness of doubt.There were many times when the flame of her presenceBurned so intensely it threatened to consume him;Days and nights when they rode on a wave of passion,Carrying him aloft on a tide of rapture...

He was hot. In a sweaty way. Not that I could talk, I’d out perspired a horse in this ensemble hours ago.  “Who said I was nice?” I smirked, pulling an extra long neon pink straw from my French plait. His muddy eyes widened, mouth flapping semi seductively, trying to formulate an answer.  I tipped the appletini onto my plastic covered lap, hooking my ankles together to avoid spillage in one practiced move.”The mug was dir...