Flirting Stories

I would love to kiss your lips when they're moist with wine and painted red with desire. Gaze into your eyes where your love smolders glowing with passions fire. Feel your bodies warm alabaster flesh burn against mine in a romantic embrace imaging strands of your hair tangled and enmeshed veiling desperate kisses all over my face. Not for me the cold calm kiss of a virgin's uninspired love nor a Saints chaste bliss pure a...

"It's a fine, fine day!" sang the smiling American to himself in his rented convertible.Finally, Luke had untangled himself from the inner city London traffic and found the freedom of the more rural B road. For once, the weather was wonderfully warm in London, and he could feel the strength of the sun on his head and shoulders. The sunshine only enhanced his good mood. It was as though England was welcoming him back. He t...

Will was pawing through the shelf, cleaning off the gunk beneath from all of the soap scum. He took note of the many shampoos and conditioners lining the shelf and edge of the bathtub. “Hey, Crow.” He called, slightly angling his head toward the open doorway. “What are all these for?” “What's all what for?” Crow asked, coming in. “This.” Will repeated, holding up a bottle of melon-scented shampoo guaranteed to keep your d...

She hugs him, holds him, as he holds her- kisses her, on the lips and down her neck. Nibbles a little, comments on something, causing her to giggle. He says something else... she looks down, "Very few guys, past family members, have called me pretty..." She says it, regrets it, feels pathetic for letting him know that, for showing it means so much. "Are they blind? You are very pretty." He tightens his grip on her, lifts...

“You girls have work to do.” The six Girl Guides reluctantly sloped away from the fence that separated our pitch from the neighbouring one where a group of scouts kicked a football about. They walked past me to the QM tent where I was about to set them preparing lunch and one of them, Gemma, shot me a glare. “You won’t be giving me that look when those boys start giving you trouble.” I handed her a loaf of bread and some...

I only come into this dive of a bar for one thing, and that's not the beer. I'm hoping to catch another look at that cute little blonde barmaid, the one that works the early shift when things are quiet.Steffanie her name is and I'm planning on making a move on her soon, turn on the charm and invite her out. Simple enough plan, but this girl isn't so easy to pin down... if you'll pardon the expression.I've already establis...