Books About One Night Stands Novels & Stories

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.

she reasoned. Victory continued. "Though I do think it is not impossible, it would be difficult for a woman to jump into bed with any man and have meaningless sex with a stranger whom she has no feelings for. Something as shallow as a one-night stand would leave a bad taste in your mouth when you wake up the next morning." They were discussing about one-night stands and was debating whether women would feel the same as a men, the morning after. Although the other diners occasionally voiced out their opinions, Victory and Aaron were the main debaters tonight.

They had a one-night stand. They had many one night stands in one night. Adriana tossed in the soft mattress, wrapping herself up more into the silk black, sheets. Original. She flapped her arms on the opposite side of the bed, searching for the chiseled body of her one-night stand. Her palm met with nothing. Adriana rose slowly and looked over to the opposite side. Niklaus had left. Of course, he did. She sighed, palming her forehead, she could feel the thumping of her heart through there. She has a bad headache, probably from all the drinking she did last night.

"I'm married for fucks sake and it was a mere one night stand. What man hangs on to just a mistaken night of passion?” "I believe you are mistaken about the one night stand, it was okay that night when we were both super drunk. How about that night after your bridal shower that you came to knock on my door and practically had me thrown on my back while you straddled me? What am I suppose to make out of that?" "What exactly do you want to hear from me? It's just sex for fucks sake! What part of the world do you come from?" She gritted with her neck veins popping out in the process.

I couldn't help but revisit our past conversations, looking for any clues about what might be bothering him. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The unknown was always scary, but I knew I had to face it. With a deep breath, I decided to confront whatever was coming with courage and honesty. Despite the late hour, sleep seemed far away. My mind was filled with thoughts of Cassian, our conversation, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Out of nowhere, the vivid recollection of the passionate evening we spent with the mysterious stranger flashed in my mind. I immediately sat up, startled, as if propelled by an unseen force from my bed. What on eart

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.

"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.

“No one came out, so we waited. Then this insanely hot guy walks up and goes inside. I followed him in… and things got real.” “Real?!” she squeaked. “Like, you actually…?! With a stranger?! Did you even ask his name?!” “Nope,” I said coolly. “Didn’t care. I just wanted his sperm. I left a thank-you note and left.” Kezzy grabbed her head like she was about to faint. “You had a one-night stand and dipped?! What if you don’t even get pregnant?” “I will. We went at it multiple times. No protection. I read somewhere it only takes once.”

“Why?” On paper, Leopold would be the perfect one-night stand partner. He's experienced and certainly won't cause any problems if he spends the night with me. That's what I need so that no drama follows later on. “First, I want to experience the thrill of a one-night stand. Second, we're strangers. And third, you see this as just a quickie.” I gave an argument to answer his question. Leopold grinned, and once again he scrutinized my body from head to toe. He stared at me for a long time before he finally opened his mouth. “This is only for one night. No call. No text. Okay?”

Nothing else mattered at that moment as all I could think about was enjoying the pleasure of burying myself between her legs. When she asked me if I wanted her to stop, my head told me to say yes but that was easier said than done. I may have become the king of one-night stands but that did not mean that I did not have self-control. If it were to be any other woman, I would have kicked them out. However, Jade had a hold over me, one I wished I could break free from, especially because she was a pathological liar who did not share my feelings for her. She took me into her mouth, and I threw my head back groaning in pleasure while she sucked my pintle as though her life depended on it.