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waluga:
none oooo.... i been think sey na him yuh dey use ni....ride on sharp guy

yes boss...

waluga:
no be lie...baba i no mind the cheat code ooo

lol e don tey i hear of cheat sef...any one dey again so?

waluga:
gbosa meta fun glo

4g lte na baba..

waluga:
so pls how we wan take read am if the needless happens....we dey here for yuh anytime

i go dey upload the stories, nonstop! all thanks to glo for cheap data...lol

waluga:
abeg ooo cos if yuh pahyin now the story go stop oooo

lol....stories boku for ground

waluga:
okay now....vaseline gang

lwkmd

He positioned her wrists next to a leg of the table and tied her there. He had nailed his coffee table down for this exact reason. Taking a knife from the top of the table, he gently sliced down the front of her outfit. He gave her pussy a good lick. She always tasted sweet. banner1
Derek closed his laptop, signaling that it was the end of his work shift. He had spent the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a news article that had been turned down by his boss three times already. In the past month, she had only run one of his articles.

He put on his brown jacket and packed his laptop up in his briefcase. It was pathetic how he had allowed himself to fall so far.

He took the subway home every night to his lonely apartment in midtown Manhattan. There, no one paid attention to any of the strange faces that passed in the street and every scream was muffled by the sound of the buses honking their horns.

He entered a very shabby and dimly lit apartment. He was greeted by his servant, Heather, who was dressed in a form fitting French maid outfit. Her skin was light and pale, with long blonde hair that was braided and out of her face. Her eyes were a soft blue.

She wore a black garter belt attached to her nude stockings. On her petite and docile feet was a pair of three-inch heels. The heel was just long enough to give her legs an extra bit of sexiness but not enough to make her taller than he was. She greeted him with her head slightly bowed and her eyes to his shoes.

“Welcome home, master,” she said, bending down to her knees. She kissed both of his shoes and kept her head down.

“You may take them off,” Derek said, removing his own jacket and placing his briefcase on a table next to the door. He watched as she slowly and gently untied his black dress shoes.

Every movement she made was fluid and graceful. It was hard to believe that in high school, she used to be a cheerleader, full of spunk and bursting with energy. Little did he know that she would become this beautiful creature that served him in his own home.

Their relationship was not something that many people would understand, even in a city as liberal as New York. He started dating her in college, after a night of partying at a local get together.

She had a disease that made her obsessed with servitude. After she had fully blossomed in her junior year of college, she could no longer contain herself and picked him out of the crowd of Hot young men at a party. Why she had picked him, he would never know, but she had given him a night he would always remember- and her virginity.

He walked to the bathroom as Heather put his briefcase and jacket away. She always had a hot bath waiting for him to soak into after a long day at work. Next to the tub was a glass of red wine. He quickly undressed, tossed all of his clothes aside, and lowered himself into the steaming hot water.

His muscles instantly loosened and he was in a world of relaxation. The wine brought a wonderful warming sensation to his face. Even after four years of having Heather, he would never get bored of her willingness to bend to his every will.

After his bath, Heather dressed him in his bathrobe and followed behind him as he walked to the living room. He sat down on a recliner and leaned back, sighing with pleasure. She got on her knees and bowed her head again.

“May I please my master?” she asked.

“Do so,” he loved it when she asked that question. He leaned back a little more to get himself comfortable.

Heather inched herself closer to him and then moved to his crotch. He was already nice and erect for her. She grabbed the base of his penis and opened her little mouth to suck on the head of his cock.

“Mmmm…” he moaned softly, feeling the initial wetness of her beautiful lips.

She began to swallow more of him, little by little, until his whole cock was deep in her mouth. Her throat was tight but she forced it in anyway.

He could feel the back of her throat closing with every thrust as she tried her hardest not to gag on his thickness. His balls tightened up against him as he felt her thrust his cock faster and faster down her throat.

“Ugh…” he sighed, watching her blonde head move back and forth rhythmically.

“Look up at me,” he commanded. Instantly, her blue eyes looked up innocently at him as she continued to keep sucking him off.

“Bleep…” he said, grabbing the armrests of the recliner with both of his hands,

“I’m getting so close…” She knew exactly what to do. With a finger, she reached under his balls and pressed against the sensitive skin as she thrust his cock down her throat.

He could feel her swallow and her throat tighten up while she pressed against the outside of his prostate. The pleasure was building up at the head of his cock.

“Ugh…” he moaned, feeling more pressure build up. Even though he thought it was impossible, she managed to get him even deeper in her throat. Despite the fact he was about to bust it all over her throat, he pushed her off of him.

He grabbed his cock and bounced it a few times in his hand, trying to calm himself down. He was not ready to cum yet.

“Did I say make me cum?” he asked her, raising his voice.

She closed her eyes tightly and whispered, “No master.”

“You have made me unhappy. Come here.”

He pulled out the rope from the middle of his bathrobe. The bathrobe fell off behind him as he stood up.

Heather crawled towards him, whimpering.

“Lay down,” he said, sternly. Obediently, she lied down.

He positioned her wrists next to a leg of the table and tied her there. He had nailed his coffee table down for this exact reason. Taking a knife from the top of the table, he gently sliced down the front of her outfit.

She did not wear any panties beneath her garter belt and her waxed, beautiful pussy was exposed. He put the knife down on the ground and gave her pussy a good lick. She always tasted sweet.

“Mmm!” she let out a moan. He spread her legs wide open and buried his tongue deep inside her, before moving it towards her clit. Her clit twitched as her back began to arch. He massaged her with his tongue, moving it in circular motions.

“Ah… ugh…” she moaned softly. He eased his index finger inside her, feeling how wet her silky pussy was getting. It was time.

His cock was still erect and throbbing. He pulled apart her cut open outfit, exposing beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink nipples. He grabbed one of them with his fingers.

“Oh…” she sighed, closing her eyes. Then he thrust his cock inside her, tearing apart her pussy that was always so tight, no matter what he did to her. He could feel her silky wetness lubricating his cock upon his entry.

“Ugh!” she moaned a little louder. He squeezed her nipple harder,

“Be quiet.”

With one hand still on her nipple and the thumb of his other hand against her clit, he began to Bleep her missionary style. Her pussy contracted immediately as she struggled to keep her moans quiet.

“Oh yeah...” Derek said, fucking her harder and harder. Her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter for him and he knew she was enjoying it. It took all of his concentration to not finish before she did. It was always worth it for him.

Despite his efforts, he could feel the climax building up in the head of his cock again. He tried to turn his eyes away from her beautiful tits, which were bouncing in circular motions. Still, her pussy gripped him tighter and tighter. He licked his thumb and started rubbing her clit again.

“Ugh…” she moaned, “Mm!”

She clenched her lips tightly to not be too loud. Her pussy contracted one more time as she squeezed his cock with all her might. He could not hold it in anymore.

“Bleep!” he yelled, “Ugh!” He rammed his cock completely inside her and let his climax pulse right out of the head of his cock.

At the same time, she kept squeezing, letting a stream of cum squirt from her pussy all over him. The warm sensation forced him to cum, each pulse with more force than the next until he had completely filled up her pussy.

“Oh…” he said, weakly, untying her from the coffee table. He sat back, cock covered with both of their cum.

Like the good slave she was, she crawled towards him again, clothes still ripped, and licked every bit of cum off of his cock.

A memory filled her mind and she felt a smile come across her face…. “Mmmmm… Mike…” she thought to herself. She remembered Friday night and it made her quiver just a bit. Her soft hand moved under the sheet… feeling her tender naked skin. She felt her hard nipples… pinching and pulling them gently… wishing it was Mike’s hot mouth on them. Lesbian
It was Monday morning and for some reason Molly was already awake. Rolling her head over to the side, she could see darkness still spilling through the window. With a quick glance at her phone, she saw it was 5:15… still another 30 minutes until her normal alarm would go off.[i][/i]

Looking to the other side of the bed to see that her husband Pete was still sound asleep. She sighed… wondering what he was dreaming of… what might be going through his mind as he slept. It certainly didn’t seem like it was her since sex was nearly non-existant these days. Pete’s work schedule had been hectic with a huge project and they hardly got to see each other. When they did, it was usually silence over dinner… then him retiring to bed, then off to work the next morning.

A memory filled her mind and she felt a smile come across her face…. “Mmmmm… Mike…” she thought to herself. She remembered Friday night and it made her quiver just a bit. Her soft hand moved under the sheet… feeling her tender naked skin. She felt her hard nipples… pinching and pulling them gently… wishing it was Mike’s hot mouth on them.

It was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened. In her mind throughout the weekend, she tried to blame the alcohol… but realized that Mike just provided her what she’s been missing so much. Pete wasn’t providing it… no, it wasn’t the sex… or the powerful orgasms that Mike so willingly provided her that night. It was the passion… the desire… that needy feeling of being wanted and more importantly needed.

Her hand glided down her firm 42 year old stomach. Long workouts at the gym and miles after miles on her road bike helped to keep her in shape. While Pete took it for granted, Mike didn’t… he admired it and once he got to see it… it just made him want her even more. Molly could feel the moist feeling of her juices on her fingertips as her fingers slid between her legs. A slight gasp escaped her lips as her finger slid over her clit. Turning her head quickly… Pete didn’t budge.

Watching him sleep, but day dreaming of Mike as her fingers slid up and down between her wet pussy lips and rolling her swelling clit between her finger and thumb. She dreamed of laying back in bed… touching herself with Mike watching as she teased him with her sexy body… looking deep in his eyes as her finger eased into her freshly waxed pussy.

Her finger eased in and out… biting her lower lip as her hips slowly moved… grinding her finger deeper. Then another finger entered her… fighting the urge to moan out loud as she felt the warmth of pleasure and passion filling her body. She remembered Friday night… feeling of the cold bathroom counter on her ass, but her body overwhelmed with heat and anticipation. Anticipation as she watched Mike move forward and ease the mushroom tip of his throbbing cock into her. Molly gasped again… her free hand quickly covering her mouth and eyes opening wide looking at Pete.

As her fingers eased and out of her now dripping pussy, and her thumb stroking her swollen clit… she remembered how Mike felt. He eased into her tight little pussy… spreading her walls apart. He wasn’t there, but she could almost feel him… hear him… “Bleep his cock felt so good!” she thought in her mind as she remembered looking down… seeing his beautiful shaft moving in and out… glistening with her wetness all around it.

Curling her fingers up and rubbing against her center of gravity, she remembered him leaning back to let the tip of his cock rub against it inside her. She could remember every single detail… every feeling… and the look in his eyes. She thought about the thick veins of his cock plunging into her and feeling them pulsating and throbbing. The look in his eyes… “ohhhh Bleep yes” filled her head. That was it… that is what sent her into her violent orgasm with him. Just the simple glance told her that he wanted her… needed her…

Molly felt her back arch a bit as she watched her sleeping husband next to her… hoping like hell he wouldn’t wake up. She was well past the point of no return now. She wanted to cum… needed to cum… needed to dream of Mike’s beautiful cock taking her there.

Then… it happened. Electricity filled every nerve of Molly’s tender body. She tightened… toes curled… her hand over her mouth as her orgasm rushed quickly through her body. Panting hard as she felt her pussy grabbing at her fingers… dreaming of it clamping down around Mike as he bleeped her beautiful body.

“Beeep…. Beep… beep” the alarm sounded. She quickly reached over… shutting it off as Pete moved around a bit. Her heart was racing… taking deliberate deep breaths trying to calm herself. “Yawn… you going to get a shower? I’ve got to get in there soon so I can get to the office.” She heard Pete say without him even looking over.

Her finger slid out of her slowly… easing up to her mouth as she could taste her sweet wetness on them. “Uhhhh… yeah. I need to clean up.” Molly said with a smile. Now she knew… it wasn’t a mistake with Mike, but a necessity. Her mind spun ideas quickly in her head of when and where she could have him again. She needed Mike… she needed him wanting and needing her.

Molly eased out of bed… walking into the bathroom and starting the water in the shower. As the water warmed, she looked in the mirror with a huge smile. She thought to herself… “Mmmmm… Mike is going to want me even more soon.” She eased into the shower washing her body as her mind began working her plans. Her thoughts only interrupted by Pete banging on the shower door… “Hey, don’t use up all the hot water in there.”

As she stepped out of the shower… water dripping down her firm naked body, Pete looked over from the sink as he was finishing brushing his teeth. “If you’re going to the gym, I don’t know why you shower first. You’re just going to get all sweaty again.” Not caring about her beautiful body enough to ravage her on the countertop like Mike did. She just smiled… drying off and pushing past him as she walked into the bedroom. “Mmmmm… I’ll get plenty sweaty later as Mike is fucking me too” she thought with a smile. Reaching for her phone… texting Mike. “Hey… can I get a ride to the dealership this morning?” already incubating her next rendezvous with him.

Troy saw a crazy fuckin' girl lunging off the concrete overhang.

She fell -- from near to ten meters over his head -- in a rapid drop toward his steadied, open arms, but broke through his catch, sending his five and a half foot ass and his shoulder-strapped guitar down the recently watered hill. His open mouth hit the ground, after saying, "Shit", forcing him to swallow the wet, manure-ended blades of grass, until coming to a belly-flopping finish three yards away from the base of the hill.



Troy slowly pushed himself up from the sloping hill. His Dickies were grass-stained, especially his groin. His arms and face, green from the hill and soil-covered, appeared like a real life person attempting to recreate "Swamp Thing" on the campus. They were currently playing the television show in his TFM (Television, Film, and New Media) 300 course.

He sighed at the bent-in-half, frayed-wire look of his guitar. Three nylon strings had snapped, dropping like they were whiskers from either side of the neck, which had also split in half. He kicked the pear-shaped body made of real mahogony wood, hearing warped sounds as it thudded down the hill and exploded on impact with the one-way street, leading to the same parking structure the crazy fuckin' girl had climbed and departed.

His chin felt rocked. Blood -- from his mouth and both nostrils -- stained the cotton fabric of his formerly all-white tall tee. Crimson fluid trailed across the short cut grass, while he sideways-stepped down the campus hill, toward the red curb, performing a mental search on what exactly he would need to say to fully express his umbrage at the fact she felt it was humurous or sexy to jump on top of him.

"Hey. What in the Bleep?" he said, and shot a snot rocket of mostly blood out his left nostril. Then the other.

The crazy fuckin' girl only cried, sobbing over the curb. From what he could see, surprisingly, there wasn't a bone broken on her. This was a tiny miracle. A Deus Ex Machina, from what he remembered out of his Freshman-only history of theatre class. His scuffed body was the Machina.

"Are you planning to stay there all day? You know, cars go through there," he said, his anger ebbing as a deluge of sympathy swept through his heart.

She looked at him, and he saw the display of her wet face with its pretty Asiatic features: soft, caramel skin, a tiny, bell-shaped nose, very soft eyes, and even softer, smaller ears. Still she smelled like a ubiquitous lemony perfume, at odds with the scent of grass and mud. Her tears stopped -- as if by abrupt turning of a knob -- and she smiled like her fortunes had changed.

"Hero of mine...you saved my life," she said.

Troy felt her ability to move was mind-boggling. Hero?

"Tried to catch you, but, yeah, you fell harder than I expected. You weigh, what, one o five. Sorry."

"It's okay," she said, then shot a glance at the portions of guitar strewn along the base of the hill. "It's broken! I must pay you for a new accoustic. That's what that is, right? How much?"

"Don't worry about it. I got another."

She turned onto her butt, swung her feet over the curb, and threw her hand out, behind. "Help me up," she said.

"Sure."

He pulled her up through mostly her effort. She was astonishingly unaltered by the fall, save the abrasions on her legs and the look of her hair. There was a little blood pouring from a cut on her right calf and from her scraped upper left thigh, but this wasn't necessary to call a doctor about. Grass stains on her clothes and roots clinging to the folds of her disheveled, plain black hair gave her a matching Mrs. Swamp Thing appearence.

"Tabitha," she said, waving her hand whimsically like it was a wand for magic, taking steps up the hill. "That's who I am. And you are?"

Troy bent his head leftward, and said, "Absolutely confused."

Maybe his head craned toward the left in accessing the more creative side of his brain--a fact he'd learned in Psychology 100 last semester--hoping to find logic enough to distinguish this perennially surviving girl from that of a proper supernatural being. She wore the same outfit as yesterday but showing different colors. A green skirt, yellow blouse, and black flats adorned with a ribbon along the toes. The only difference was today he'd dropped her, and her chin had become a sand-covered strawberry. She didn't seem to mind the pain, or was ignoring it.

"Hi Absolutely Confused," Tabitha returned, waving again. "Did you know I just jumped from the first level of the parking structure and tried to land on you again? Last afternoon, my jump was from Lot B. You moved to Lot A! I didn't want to kill myself after yesterday's suicide attempt, when you caught me and thwarted my plan to end it all. Today, I wanted to surprise you. Did I?"

"Yes," he answered her, giving a slight nod. "I'm very surprised."

"Really? Did you see me up their on the first level before crashing into you?"

"No," he said. "I didn't see you, but next time I'll move out of your motha fuckin' way. I won't try to catch you a third time."

He wanted to peer into her eyes -- to convey the full solemnity of his words -- but she pushed a rock with her foot, clearing a space as if to do something on the hill, which stole his attention.

"It must be like twenty feet up," she said. "That's pretty high for jumping off."

Troy now looked up, measuring. "Sure is. Did you just mention how you are suicidal?"

"Like right now?" she asked.

On the ground, she twirled like a flower in the wind, twisting the grass underneath her slip on flats and leaving green pancakes in various spots she leapt to and then away from. Her graceful glides and leaps inspired him to think she might be crazy about ballet or something close to that kind of dance style.

"Look here." Troy wanted to ask if Tabitha was mentally retarded. "I mean," he began, but paused briefly, with a tightening of the lips and forcing his brows. But he couldn't hold the look, or the words, which vanished like they were abondoning the idea altogether. He softly asked, "Are you some kind of suicidal girl?"

"What did you say?" she said, stopping abruptly, feet arranged to leap and twirl.

"I mean that's pretty damn high up there. You really could die," he said, solemnly.

"My shrink says I'm sick in the head," she announced, groping her chin, wincing as she cleared red bits of sand.

"Oh," he said, wanting to laugh with her humorous delivery.

"I'm just kidding," she said.

She stopped brushing sand off her chin and began studying his facial features.

"You're black, right?''

She looked at his guitar dispersed along the lower hill, and then, somewhat perplexed, back at Troy. ``Wait, what race are you?''

He smiled, lifting the bulge of his khakis where his nuts lay, and kept a smile shining, as he said, very confidently, "Does it matter?"

He had delivered the joke in good taste, but she didn't respond. She just stared at him like a wax sculpture at the museum she didn't get.

He tried to laugh for her. ``You know I'm just joking with you,'' he said, nervously. ``I wouldn't grab my package like that, not in front of some girl I just met, but since you're crazy, at least,'' -- he paused briefly in panic, thought, and then backpedaled -- "Not crazy. To me you're set apart from other girls in a good way. I feel like, to compare, I got to do some crazy antics like flap my arms like a butterfly, pretend I can leap over clouds, or was transplanted with a dead astronaut's brain if I want to get on your level." He felt his smile stretch, wiping away an embarrassed look. He added, "You enjoy life, right?"

"That's funny," she said, enjoying the fact he held a smile.

"What's funny?" he said, with a laugh, though he knew it had something to do with his smile.

"You probably have a small penis," she said.

"What," he said.

"You heard," she pitched, and danced a little more on the grass, hopping like a fit of joy overtook her internal muse, exhorting her soul to spin.

"I have proof," he made sure to say, firmly and directly at her gyrating body. "But I'm sure you aren't ready to see all that God had the great pleasure of endowing a gentle soul like myself with, and I'm guessing -- "

As she landed on her toes, then descended to a flat foot stance, her look changed from happy to disappointed.

"Whaaat,'' he echoed, and seeing her fading expression of joy, he softened his tone. "I mean, you know, explain. In fact," he said, catching the point he was speaking too much in his defense, ``forget that I said that about myself. I have a small penis. There,'' he said, with a short laugh, ``I said it. Feels good. And truthfully, I'm just now free of this tired and bullshit conversation."

"Any guy who talks about his wang worries too much about having a small penis," she said, forming a grin with her curvy, maroon lips. "Wood...'' she paused, "...n't you agree?"

"You think you can fly," he said, and twirled like that internal muse effect he imagined. He meant to ridicule her dancing, but realized his spinning body reflected more her suicidal drops from the parking structure. He felt the need to stop. "Nah, forget that. I seen you fly twice now in two days. I guess you can. Maybe, only you can."

"I fly all the time," Tabitha said.

She pinched either side of her skirt and flapped the frog-colored fabric so that it leapt up from her sinewy thighs. She let go of the skirt as her slender legs kicked and flittered. He wasn't an expert, but she appeared to be practicing pirouettes. Though ignorant about ballet, he felt she was a pretty good prima ballerina. "I can see how you fly," he remarked, gaining confidence in her ability to recover from hurtful ridicule.

He thought to himself, and that idea she might be schizophrenic resurfaced. "I fly all the time," he repeated in a whisper, watching her do more twirls on the grass. Her responses did not convince him either yay or nay on whether this girl had a mental handicap. His guess was that she felt the urge to do a butterfly dance or some bologna like that every now and again. It did look cute.

Did she like him, though?

"Nice outfit," he rushed to say.

He had been watching her defined calf muscles twitch, as if itching to perform more pirouettes, when she noticed him staring at her from a few feet away on the grass.

"I know it's not my outfit you like," Tabitha said, mirroring his flirtatious tone.

A rose-hued blush jollied up her soft brown cheeks, lightly dotted with sweat and ricocheting a sheen from the direct sun. He completely saw past the dark grass stains on her elbows and kneecaps, the dried blood on her chin, resultant from her strange behavior. He looked beyond the dementia and found the girl. She was not that crazy, just different.

"Is that so?" he replied, watching her as she bent her arms and clasped her hands together to mime -- at a slow speed -- a dancing manuever about to be executed.

But she halted, studying his clothes to follow up on what she had said about him.

"Another pair of Dickies shorts this afternoon, you're very consistent," she commented. "I like the button up flannel on you, too. The green shirt and gray shorts together look especially nice, a very smart-looking combination," she said, and then lifted her arms and pirouetted on the grass. Soon, finding a rhythm with her feet, she went back into the same ballerina twirling routine for a few swinging hops and loops, and, mid air, she managed to perfectly time a "you're cute" while arching her tiny supple arms in a sun shape overhead.

princeakins:
Ds happened not to long, en i was smart to notice it all.

NICE!! Sharp guy, no dulling.

blackjack21:
Only if can listen to the mesmerizing amazement of silence.

sssssssh......I can hear your heart beat, oh wait! its almost the rhythm of (--- and ----)

firstking01:
Then the few ones that has such courage, where are they?

They are out there, waiting and hoping someone who has courage to walk up to them. Or we could say, the bold ones are busy watching Zee World, so guys barely get to see them. LOL

I have a feeling
That I can comprehend
In my deepest thoughts your are
More than just a friend.

I wouldn't want to
Rush us now
As love we explore
But there's a growing love inside
That we just can't ignore.

I love the times we
Spend together. We are comfortable
And free. I think of you when we are
Alone. I think of you and me.

We have a share
Secrets to uncover. There's more
To life then we will both discover.
I love you always.

I'll love you when you're dumb,
I'll love you when you're smart,
I'll love you anyway you are,
Right from the start.

I'll love you if you're tall
I'll love you if you're short,
I'll love you if you're pretty,
Or just an ugly dork.

I'll love you if you're toothless,
I'll love you if you're blind,
Anything that's wrong with you,
To me you'll be fine.

My heart is opening up now,
Unlike it used to do,
I see the pain that's in your heart
And sometimes I feel it to.

I'll love you tomorrow,
I'll love you today,
I'll love you forever,
And forever always.

firstking01:
Why can't she just walk upto me and express her feelings instead of going through all these jabronis

not every girl has such courage

blackjack21:
Guys don't

why do you say so? I sense you have EXPERIENCE......lemme buy pop corn and listen to your amazing story!!

queenitee:
Cool!!What of if a guy likes a girl?

if a guy likes a girl, it means he LIKES her....LOL

Do you sometimes feel like a girl is attracted to you, be it a friend or someone you see now and then? Learn how to find out if a girl likes you here.
It’s not always easy to know if a girl likes you.
Just when you assume a girl is interested in you, you may find out that she’s only being friendly or nice.
But by putting a few obvious signs together, you’ll see that it’s not so hard to decipher a girl’s feelings towards you.
How to find out if a girl likes you
If you’ve ever felt like a girl likes you, just use these tips to bring things out in the open.
And once you do know the answer, you can ask her out if you choose to or just enjoy the attention!

#1 You catch her staring at you often.Does she steal glances at you now and then? And every time you look at her, does she blush and look away?
If a girl can’t stop staring at you, especially when you’re busy or occupied with something else, it’s a good sign to show that she has something romantic in mind when it comes to your thoughts.

#2 You bump into her often.And somehow, she doesn’t seem surprised to see you.
If you don’t know this girl or haven’t been introduced to her, and you still see her out of the blue in places where you like hanging out, she may want to catch your eye.

#3 Her friends seem excited.She seems nervous. One of the easiest ways to find out if a girl likes you is by watching her behavior when she’s with her friends. Do you see her friends nudging her while she blushes and discreetly looks at you now and then? Well, if her friends stare hard at you and laugh, and if she coyly catches your eye, there’s definitely a crush in the air.

#4 She thinks you’re a great guy.When you have a conversation with this girl, does she constantly remind you about how sweet a guy you are? Being labeled a sweet guy isn’t always a compliment. But if she ever does say any girl would be lucky to have you, then that surely is a compliment!

#5 She looks for excuses to touch you.Some girls are just touchy feely all the time. But almost all the girls aren’t. Does a girl look for excuses to touch you or hold your hand? If you notice this behavior of hers only around you and not any other guy, she probably does have feelings for you.

#6 She compliments you a lot.Does this girl treat you preferentially? Does she favor you or take your side all the time? There’s a good chance that a girl likes you if she favors you and compliments you for the smallest of reasons, all the time.

#7 She talks about your exes and girlfriend.When a girl likes a guy, she’d want to know everything about his relationship status and his past relationships. It’s an easy way to get to know more about the kind of girls you like and are attracted to, and also the relationship issues that matter to you.

#8 She talks about your plans.If a girl likes you, she’d want to be a part of your life beyond work or college hours. Friends do casually ask each other what they’re up to over the weekend, but if a girl wants to date you, she’d try to look for similar activities often, so she can join you.

#9 She gives you all her attention.We’re all busy in our own lives. But if a girl likes you a lot, she’ll push everything else aside so she can spend more time with you. Does she spend time talking to you for a long while even if she’s busy, be it in hallways or over phone?

#10 She asks you out.If a girl likes you but is too shy to ask you out on a date , she may try to look for subtler ways to date you or ask you out. Does she ask you about your weekend plans or if you’d be interested in a show or a game for which she has tickets? If she always picks you as the first option to ask out, there’s definitely more than just friendship on her mind.

#11 She flaunts her single status.Does this friend of yours make it very clear to you that she’s single and ready to date someone? If she constantly reminds you that she’s looking for a good guy to date, or asks you to go clubbing with her because she’s got no date, she may indeed like you.

#12 She gets jealous when you ignore her.Does this girl get annoyed when you talk a lot to some other girl? Does she pass a snide remark or pull your leg saying you’re attracted to the other girl just because you had a friendly conversation with that girl? She may be jealous on the inside.
And when you ignore this girl completely and have a touchy flirty conversation with another attractive girl, does she avoid you completely or get rude all of a sudden? Sometimes, romantic jealousy is the best sign of romance.

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