Arti One Night Stand 소설 & 이야기

Aria clocked out at 2:17 AM, the smell of spilled beer and cheap perfume clinging to her skin. Working nights at Velvet Hour, a busy cocktail bar in West Hollywood, paid the bills between big OnlyFans months. The tips were decent, the hours flexible, and it kept her grounded in the real world, the one where she was just Aria Vale, a 24-year-old girl pouring drinks and smiling at strangers who would never know what she did behind closed doors.

one fucking her pussy, one fucking her ass, one down her throat, two sucking her breasts with that devastating intensity, and one painting the entire scene. An art dealer paid seventy-five thousand for a weekend where Luna lived as a human sculpture in her mansion...naked and positioned on a pedestal in the main gallery, while party guests could touch and examine her. By the end of the weekend, Luna had been fucked by twenty different people while maintaining her "sculpture" pose. A famous actor paid one hundred thousand for a private film shoot where the six artists fucked Luna in every position imaginable while Robert's cameras captured everything for the actor's personal collection.

She touched his face and asked him in a low tone, "Am I beautiful in your eyes?" "Yes, you are." "Then why do you keep pushing me away? Why don't you make me yours?" "What?" "For just one night." "You want only a night with me?" Avery was never like that. She never gave her virginity to Liam let alone sleeping with another man. But tonight she wanted to do it. Avery nodded her head, "Yes, be my one-night stand." No woman ever said that to him. They either wanted money from him but they never were happy when he only gave them a night. They wanted more.

She had never had a one night stand, and the idea had never appealed to her. Except tonight. What was it about this man that made every moral and principle fly right out of her head. He hadn't even made a move on her yet, but just as the idea of flirting with him on stage had seemed appealing to her, so did the idea of spending the night with him began to form in her head...and she welcomed it. Would it really be such a bad thing? She liked his company and she had to admit she was enjoying talking to him now. Enjoying that she had his attention, even for a short time. Would it be such a bad thing if she had one night stand with him? One night of steamy, wild, mind blowing sex.... She didn't

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.

A whole new promising future. And all that because a one-night-stand did not go as it should have.

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.

I can see the short hair on the back of his head, his almost-shaved nape, and the curve of his ear. I’m not foolish enough to assign any special meaning to what happened last night. People have one-night stands all the time, and I’m sure few of them think deeply about the act, viewing it as simple gratification. But despite all that, it was special for me. This man found me attractive enough to take me to bed, he took considerable time to give me pleasure—three times—and he was kind and gentle—well, until the end, anyway. As I remember how he lost control and thrust himself to a climax, I get goosebumps all over. I’ll be pressing the rewind button on that memory a lot in the future.

The scene shifts to a luxurious private club. This time, the screen shows only visuals without any sound. Lionel is seen on the screen, drinking glass after glass of alcohol, while Barton sits nearby, seemingly trying to console him. In the next frame, Lionel is passed out drunk. Barton places him on a bed before leaving the room. Shortly after, the door opens, and Riva enters, supporting a heavily intoxicated Flora. Flora appears completely out of it, barely able to stand. Riva removes Flora's clothes, then undresses Lionel, arranging them together in a suggestive position before leaving the room.