#flirt

There are times not to flirt. When you're sick. When you're with children. When you're on the witness stand. ↗

— Joyce Jillson

#flirt #sick #stand #times #witness

He told me that when we first met, he had said to a friend about me: “If I get that girl’s number I will never ask another girl for her number again. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#falling-in-love #flirting #great-love #love #relationships

You never did master a leer." - Katharine Murray, Death on the Family Tree ↗

— Patricia Sprinkle

#leer #lust #death

You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?” “Yes.” He didn’t dare move. “Then why are you still wearing clothes? ↗

— Mina Khan

#fantasy #flirting #dreams

Beyond these moments, she could hardly count the fumbling ministrations of boys in high school who, even to her senior prom, never went beyond sticky pleasantries. With one exception, it was just a sort of half-clothed handshake for bragging rights, none hers. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#flirting #high-school #sex #sexy #dreams

You know what I used to dream about, in stir?" His voice was hoarse, the words low and fast and faintly guttural. "I used to dream about you. You were the only clean and good and decent thing left in my life, and I would dream about you. I used to dream about taking your clothes off piece by piece, and what you would look like naked, and how it would feel to fuck you really good. I used to dream about that in high school, too. In fact, I got off almost every night for the last fourteen years, dreaming about you." Rachel's lips parted with shock. Speechless, she stared at him wide-eyed for what seemed an eternity while her heart suddenly hammered and her throat went dry. "I'm fucking tired of dreaming, ↗

— Karen Robards

#funny #sex #dreams

Unfortunately, he still hadn’t asked for my number, or a date, or my hand in marriage, and my drink was getting low. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#dating #drink #flirting #love #men-and-women

They were both lean and blond and weather-beaten, and one evening, as they were portaging gear from their respective Zodiacs, Libby unzipped her survival suit and tied the sleeves around her waist so she could move more freely. Nate said, "You look good in that." No one, absolutely no one, looks good in a survival suit (unless a Day-Glo orange marshmallow man is your idea of a hot date), but Libby didn't even make the effort to roll her eyes. "I have vodka and a shower in my cabin," she said. "I have a shower in my cabin, too," Nate said. Libby just shook her head and trudged up the path to the lodge. Over her shoulder she called, "In five minutes, there's going to be a naked woman in my shower. You got one of those?" "Oh," said Nate. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#flirting #love #dating

Question for your life: Let’s say we’re on a date, and I’m being all seductive by talking nonstop about such interesting topics as intergalactic nano armies and the precise elevation at which a really tall building becomes a skyscraper, how would you respond if I invited you back to my grandma’s house for a passionate night of love making? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dinner #flirtation #seduction #dating

Jane," I said quietly. She opened her eyes, she had been far away in prayer. "Yes, Mary? Forgive me, I was praying." "If you go on flirting with the king with those sickly little smiles, one of us Boleyns is going to scratch your eyes out. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#henry-viii #jane-seymour #mary-boleyn #threat #forgiveness