Apa Itu One Night Stand Novels & Stories

"It’s a long night, and the champagne is excellent. Can I get you something to drink?" "I’d appreciate that," I said, offering a small, grateful smile. "I’ll be right back. There’s a pillar just there, it’s out of the crush. Wait for me there?" I nodded and retreated to the designated spot, leaning against the cold stone of the pillar. The ballroom hummed with the sound of a hundred conversations, but my sanctuary was short-lived. A few feet away, three women stood in a tight, perfumed circle, their voices sharp and dripping with malice.

Then, the weight of a warm, delicate body curled against my side brought the reality of the night crashing back into my mind. I shifted slightly, propping myself up on one elbow to look down at the girl sleeping soundly beside me. In the stark, harsh light of dawn, she looked even younger, her long hair tangled wildly across my dark silk sheets. The dark purple bruise on her left cheek stood out prominently against her pale skin—a violent, ugly mark that made my jaw tighten with an uninvited surge of irritation. Last night, in the heat of the moonlight and the alcohol, she had been a wild, unhinged creature, begging me to split her open, milking my dick with a frantic, desperate hunger that

I made him sleep on the bed and I sat on him and bent over him and pressed my boobs against his face, he quickly grabbed them and he sucked them so hard that they turned all red and erect. I positioned my pussy to align with his dick and just like that I sat on his dick and pushed it inside me. I rode on him vigorously, moving up and down and grinding myself on top. I am quite sure our screams of pleasure either turned on my neighbors or angered them. He came again into my pussy making my hungry pussy full and fed with his milk. It was a crazy night. I loved it and believe me, this was the best One Night Stand I ever had in my life.

Clothes, both men's and women's, were scattered all over the bed and the floor, the undeniable evidence of what had happened the night before—she had slept with a man. Suddenly, the fragmented memories of last night crashed into her mind. She had been abducted by a stranger, and then everything went black. Her mind flickered with disjointed images, the man pressing on top of her, his hungry desire, the kiss, and the hands that had driven her to madness... "DAMN!" she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling with a mixture of despair and fury. "A FUCKING one-night stand?!" At that moment, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, harsh and loud in the otherwise silent room.

“But you don’t mind if we make love right now?” “We won’t be making love.” That midnight black hair hung down further as she looked at him. “It would just be sex. That’s it.” “No. I need more.” “I’m not giving you more than that. If you can’t take it, then I’m going to sleep.” She tried to climb out of his grip on her panties. “You just said no. Let me go.” “I just said that I need more. What am I supposed to do with a one night stand?”

I vividly remembered the night that she learnt that everything was set for her to relocate to New York. That was the same night that she dropped the bombshell about her pregnancy and the fact that she was keeping it and was going to raise the child alone. For months, I wanted to ask her what if it was.... nevermind. Looking at her now, watching her interact with the staff, it was clear she had forcefully picked up the shattered pieces of her life. Suddenly, a sound emitted from Stanley’s phone, cutting through the silence of the hallway and dragging me violently back to the present.

Dilays Park sensed that there was something strange about Mia, and went to pull her to sit on the chair: “Tell me, where did you go last night, what did you do? Why didn't you answer the phone when you called me?" Mia buried her body on the sofa, she pondered for 10 minutes before she told her story last night: “Last night, I… slept with a man.” This sentence made Dilays, who was drinking water, spit it out and coughed until he lost the image of a strong woman: "Huh? Who is he?" Mia shook her head. Dilays opened his mouth wide: "Damn it, you're having a one-night stand with a stranger?" Mia remained silent.

Like who goes around these days to stake a claim on a stranger they hardly know just because it the fact that they had a one night stand. A one night stand it is! A one night stand that had led her here,standing to listen to a man who not only was hot but his entire demeanour screamed that he was dead serious on making her his. But boo hoh! She's a human being and not some objects to stake a claim on,so he should stay the fuck away from her or things are going to end messy on his part.

Julia nodded, ignoring the pang between her legs that was consumed by the pleasure when he settled himself inside her. “Remember, there is nothing to offer except money which you will get by tomorrow morning,” the man proposed in clear language, moving inside her.

"Marriage." Mark opened another bottle of wine and declared it. "Are you serious?" Aaron asked with surprise. "What do you think?" Mark asked polietly. But listening to him it seemed like a laughing attack to Aaron. He laid down and started to laugh out too loud. "Hahaha......Seriously......You want to marry her because you had a one night stand with her. You thinks of all this now-a-days?" "What is the problem with that? She is a nice girl. She comes from a respected background and she is also a topper of her college so what is wrong in marrying her."