Arti One Night Stand Novels & Stories

*ARTURO* My night sucked. I kept thinking bad thoughts about what the girls were going to do to poor Lena. I dreamed of all sorts of bad endings and ways the day would go. Seeing her covered in makeup, her nails bright pink, her hair in braids of different colors. I woke up in a sweat, my sheets tangled around my legs, as I fought to get out of the mess I had made with my thrashing body during the night.

I need an excellent one-night stand to get over him. We are out back smoking a shared cigarette. I am leaning up against a wall, one leg angle against the wall, and he asks me my name. I tell him to call me "A," and he tells me to call him " B." I let out a cute chuckled laugh because that was funny, then that's when I get a good honest look at him, and he is attractive in a very adorable way. He has a beautiful smile, innocent written all over it, and he is small but not too skinny. That is when I start to feel guilty, and my head drops a bit. I let out a big sigh, and he asks me what's wrong. I tell him the truth, which is that I am a bit hung up on someone and came out tonight looking to

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.

He took a deep breath and tightened his grip around her tiny waist, preventing her from escaping. "Are you refusing now? It's too late, little girl!" The arrow is already on the line. How can it not be shot? This wildcat's weak resistance only provoked the man's possessive instinct. And then, as they say, whatever can happen will happen. Those two body keep entwining each other through a passionate night of love... The following day was beautiful. The first rays of morning sunlight penetrated through the glass window, shining on the messy blanket. On the king-size bed in VIP room 2109 of the Royal INVITE hotel, only one person was fast asleep, her naked body full of traces, enough to know ho

No one was coming either. Galina wanted to resist, but Eranthe pressed down on her hands and leaned over her. "Do you really want to know why Mr. Harris didn't make a move to me tonight? Because I told him that the person who wants to sleep with me is Colin Rodriguez, not Frank Wilson！"

Ashley sneered coldly and jealously. Then she turned and walked away. Aurora’s hand on me became stiff instantly, and she removed it the moment Ashley turned and left, as though she just realized that she was touching fire. Her anger could not be matched. “Aurora…” I started, wanting to explain to her that the one-nightstand I had with Ashley was way before that night I spent with her, but Aurora wouldn’t have it. She was deeply hurt, pained, and embarrassed. I could see it in her eyes.

My chest tightened painfully,did my mate just leave me? I hugged myself tightly trying to steady my breath and my spiraling thoughts because I was almost about to run mad . He didn't ask for my name, he didn't ask for my number and it was obvious he didn't recognize me , he didn't even say anything about us seeing again. Did he just have a one night stand with me and disappeared. Well he must be the biggest joker of the century, I thought to myself as I steadied myself and stepped out of the library heading to my room to pack my things.

ARIA The warehouse doors slammed shut behind us and stayed locked for the entire weekend. No windows. No clocks. Just red lights, cameras, and an endless rotation of bodies. They gave me water, protein shakes, and cock. Nothing else. By the second night, I’d already taken twenty-three different men. Some from the Collective, others invited guests. My brand and fresh tattoos were constantly on display, constantly touched, constantly fucked against. I was on my back on the main platform, legs held wide by two of the guests — thick, rough guys who didn’t talk much. Just used. The one named Drake knelt between my thighs, his heavy cock slapping against my swollen, cum-leaking pussy.

After all, I was just meant to be a one-night stand. "The proprietor of the picture studio we hired, Gabriella Parker." After introducing me, the manager grinned broadly and looked at him. Javier, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed. "I'll take five," I replied as I walked to the restroom. It was necessary for me to weep it all out. The man who had abandoned me and wrecked my life was standing right in front of me, and I had to act OK. The jerk even feigned he didn't know who I was. I wanted to let it all out. I dashed to the toilet and sobbed until I was brave enough to face my darkest dread. I returned to my seat and sat down.

I couldn’t help but wonder how happy he’d make me feel if he was mine. “So you had something to tell me?” she suddenly asks. “Hmm” I say not explaining further. “Is it about the sexy guy you slept with?” I smile shyly “Oh My God! It totally is!” she exclaims “No it’s not” I lie trying to calm her down I could see the disappointment on her face “Well there’s not much to tell. He was a one night stand and I never have to see him again.” I say trying to sound convincing which was sounding as convincing as it should in my ears. “Fine so what did you want to talk about?” she says reluctantly dropping the topic.