Books About One Night Stands Novels & Stories

I would keep my promise to my mother, and this time no one would be here to make me do otherwise. “I took a shower and washed off our little encounter from my body. Can we move on?” “Nope,” she said cheerfully. “I’m never letting you live that down. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who looks like a Greek god and actually knows what to do in bed? And you just let him poof, disappear.” I sighed, leaning against the counter and pinching the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t let him disappear. The whole idea of a one-night stand is just that... a one-night stand. Only one night of your life. Not more. That’s literally how it works.”

That completely turned me off, and Vincent must've felt that. He went ahead and told me that instead of having a dull dinner, we could find something that would help me blow some steam. The memories were coming in fragments, but I remember us going to a club and having the best night of my life. I downed one drink after the other, to the point where the memories started crossing over each other. It was starting to become difficult to make heads or tails of what I was remembering, but something had me frozen when it came to me. Like a flash, I recalled standing in front of a glass door, pinned against it and someone pushing from behind me with their lips on my neck.

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

She smiled at me knowingly. "I told you it wasn't free," she responded smugly. For a bit, I was dazed. A thousand dollars just for a one-night stand, it's the best deal you could ever hope to get, it was even better than I expected with my curiosity growing. "So, um, where do you get your clients from?" I was a bit ashamed of myself. Crystal, seeing my reaction, laughed for a bit. "Ooh Mom, I don't think they'll want old women or they would just fuck their wives."

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.”

Just a stupid sound. God. I’m falling apart. — The library smells like old paper and rain. Daniel sits across from me at the long wooden study table, looking calm enough to belong in a magazine advertisement instead of someone’s nightmare. He’s reviewing articles for our project while I stare blankly at the same paragraph in my literature textbook for nearly ten minutes. I haven’t absorbed a single word. “You should wear black,” Daniel says casually. I freeze slightly. He doesn’t look up from his notes. “For the gala.”

"Okay, fine. But let's not pretend this is just about getting over Troy. You're hurt, and that's fair. But are you really going to hop into bed with some poor guy just to prove a point?" "Some poor guy?" she scoffed. "Please, he's going to be thrilled to jump into bed with me. And just so we're clear… this is going to be a one-night thing. That's it." She pulled her hair free from the neckline, smoothing the dress down. "One-night stands are simple. There are no expectations, or strings. They'll know I'm not looking for anything serious, okay?" Before I could reply, my phone rang in my pocket. It was Stefan.

I had a ridiculous amount of sex over those two and a half months, with seventeen different women. Seven of them were one-night stands, including one drunk girl I made the mistake of letting into my dorm room one night. After that, I would politely turn away the other drunk women who showed up at my door. I talked with enough of them afterward that I understood some girls felt the need for "liquid courage" before they had enough nerve to try to get with me and my nine-inch dick.

"I don't know what exactly happened, but I'm going to assume that when I left, you got drunk, used MY tab, partied, saw Stan, and then slept with him. News flash! That's called a one-night stand. You're not the only person who experienced it. I do it all the time. But the only thing you missed was that you let him stay. Wake up, Christine. You're allowing a stranger in your house, and you've slept with him, TWICE.

Somebody kill me now. I was way over my head thinking that he would be affected after having me on his bed. The devil playboy probably wasn’t even satisfied with me. I can’t be overthinking this but I am. One night stands really sucks, I wish I had more experience in this so I can stop acting that it was more than the sex. It was just sex for him and I should have never raised my hopes so high. I was being delusional thinking that someone like me can have someone like him. I was way over my head.