A Crazy One-night Stand Novels & Stories

"If you are finally ready, then we are doing this right. You know what? I am going to arrange a one-night stand for you. I know just the guy. He is super cute, totally safe, and he will know exactly what to do." I froze. A one-night stand? I felt incredibly weird about that idea. My stomach did a weird little flip that was not exactly pleasant. I began to contemplate the whole thing. Was I really the type of girl who could just sleep with a random stranger and walk away the next morning? It felt so unlike me. It felt risky and completely out of my comfort zone. But then again, staying in my comfort zone had not exactly done me any favors lately. I needed a distraction from Brad, from my moth

And before she knew it, her eyes were already welling up with tears. She feels like her world is collapsing around her. Rona, her job, and her dream of becoming a successful celebrity were all taken away. All because she ignored Rona’s advice and went on a one-night stand with a stranger. It was all because of the night she spent with Hunter.

Or get his dick in me again. The image of Dorian Reed's dick flashes into my head and I try to push it aside. Dorian was a one-time deal, I tell myself. That's the whole point of a one night stand...you never have to see the person again. Of course, most one night stands don't then show up on your front doorstep to live with you for the summer. It was one time only. One time that happened to be really fucking good. Like, mind-blowingly good. The kind of thing you read about in dirty books.

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"

“Well. I wasn’t actually alone.” All three of them set down their cups of coffee, their eyes bright and sharp. Oh, boy. Here we go. “Not alone?” Kat said. “So who, pray tell, were you with?” “Ummm. A guy.” They blinked. “Which guy?” Jenny said. “You don’t have a guy.” “Yeah, well. I still don’t. He was just a – a casual thing.” “Holy Christ,” Liv said. “You finally had a one-night-stand.”

And then it exploded completely the moment I stepped inside. My eyes found her immediately. Head tilted backward, throat exposed, gulping alcohol straight from a bottle someone was pouring into her mouth while she lay flat on the bar. The crowd around her was chanting, hands clapping in rhythm. "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" I blinked. Blinked again. Because I couldn't be seeing this correctly. Because if I was, there was only one conclusion I could come to. Amber Crystabel Moon was completely and utterly stupid.

So tender between my legs. Like a flash…..the memories of last night came crashing down on me …Drinking to stupor and meeting that strange man….it seems we had a little conversation of a sort and ended up in a hotel room. My cheeks felt so hot and red as I grabbed my Long hair and recalled him rising above me…. sliding inside and repeatedly stroking me. Oh he had done it so well. Oh no!! Now is not the time to think of how good he was at it. I just had a one night stand with a total stranger.

Davin Lucas dragged a hand down his face. “Davin, one-night stands are supposed to last one night. That’s literally why they’re called one-night stands. You sleep together, you leave, end of story. So why are there enough paintings of this woman in here to fill a gallery?” “Will you let me speak for a damn second?” He let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. I’m listening.” “It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I explained. “We met at a club, and then a few days later, she turned up in my class.”

He sits up from the couch, his eyes perking up for gossip. “We…I…” “Now you are stammering? C’mon, man, speak up. My ears are itchy.” “We had a one-night stand two nights ago.” I bury my head behind my palms. “Promise me, you won’t laugh at what I say next.” “Promise.” “While we were doing the thing, she kept calling me a bunny. Worst of all, she left two-dollar notes for a job well done like I was some fuckboy used and dumped.”