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perdita said:Dest, you seem to have been "finished" up just fine.
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Ah, but is it really? We have more than only words. We have momentum, pauses, dissimulation of the words that really matter, we wear the mask that grins and lies, we have poetry. It is flirt. In my opinion, every bit as intentional, as intense, as real as in life. (Or can be, at least)perdita said:I say it's flirt-like on Lit. because we have only words, no one can see all I mention in the previous paragraph.
rhinoguy said:Can you flirt*?
DO you flirt?
WHY?
DO you have expectations or "goals" when you flirt?
a response, maybe?
reinforcement?
*the question was INTIALLY meant to mean HERE..in the AH on LIT...but can certainly be expanded to "realworld"
ffreak said:Now that's what I'm talking about. You painted a good little picture for us to see the flirting.
Let's hear more of this kind of thing. Don't the romance writers work in this area?
Tatelou said:Ok, here's little excerpt from the next story that I will be posting on Lit. It demonstrates the kind of full-on flirting that I enjoy...
The setting: a repairman has come to my house, just after I'd taken my morning shower.
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I was going to have to use all my seductive powers: he was being such a gentleman, I had to show him what being a lady was all about.
He was now kneeling down in front of the dishwasher so I went over and stood next to him. All he could see of me was my legs, and they were mostly covered by the towel. I surreptitiously allowed the leg closest to him leave the confines of it. Bending over, pretending my leg was aching, I rubbed it up and down with both hands, from my ankle all the way up to the top of my thigh. I’d used oil in the shower so my skin was very smooth and slippery. I could see his chest rising and falling more rapidly and the bulge in the front of his overalls growing. One more ‘subtle’ ploy and I would have him.
Still bending over I massaged my other leg, letting my hands travel a little further up this time, just far enough so that he caught a quick glimpse of my shaven pussy through the gap in the towel. He took a sharp intake of breath and stood up. Straightening up I joined him. Our eyes locked. His hand went to the back of my neck and he pulled my head towards his. We kissed, passionately, his hands stroking through my long, damp hair. His touch was gentle but electrifying.
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That's not subtle at all, as far as flirting goes; it's more like seduction. But it does demonstrate how some heavy flirting can get results.![]()
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pop_54 said:Yes and you've just given me a bloody boner, damn you lady![]()
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FF, thank you but please don't put me up against any of these lovelies. As I said, my times set me off, and my own persona.ffreak said:As Perdita framed it, flirting does not expect anything in return.
deliciously_naughty said:I've been told that I flirt constantly in rl...that I don't even realize that I'm doing it, but that I behave in a flirty way.
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perdita said:To start any lessons I would recommend the old screwball comedies. For a man I'd suggest watching scenes with Bogart and Bacall, and any Clark Gable, Cary Grant (primo), Gary Cooper, etc. for diverse tactics.
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Not-such-a-Fool:The_Fool said:Looking at how those movies had to be so clean, its amazing how much flirting went with sharing a bottle of champagne, lighting a cigarette, maintaining smouldering hot eye contact and of course the double entendre. (It's probably for the best, but flirting with a cigarette is almost a lost art.)
Of course you're right, perdita. It is no big deal.perdita said:Lauren: I can't agree with you, which is no big deal. I've been on the AH for sometime and have not read anything I'd call flirting as you or I name it, and I'm a good reader. It's all just wordplay to me (which I do and enjoy myself).
Perdita