Romans & histoires Books About One Night Stands

"Is this counted as a one-night stand?' Taesha begins to reflect on her many conversations with her best friend, Cameron. Taesha remembers telling her how she could never have a one-night stand. Well, this is the closes she'll ever come to having one. She watched Dexter remove his long black coat from his slender frame, hanging it on the coat rack. Taesha asks herself, 'what are you doing?' It wasn't the first time she's had to check herself when it came to him tonight. Taesha feels the need to fill the awkward silence. Taesha walked around the cabin, exploring and talking out loud. "It feels so good in here," she said, taking off her white jacket and dropping it on the chair.

He asks with a brow raised. "Yeah, how about you take me on a date first?" I ask with a smirk. "Really, whats the point of a one night stand if you gotta work for it, that's not how it works," he complains. "Get to know me before you fuck me," I say with a shrug. "I want you to work for it, I'm not your basic hoe who will be on her knees at your command." "Trust me, I know that already," he grumbled, rolling his eyes, making me chuckle.

“I’d like to make a reservation. For tonight. 7pm.” The young guy sitting there didn’t even look up from the computer screen. He was typing, leisurely, not in any kind of rush. “Yeah… that’s not gonna happen,” he said flatly. I blinked. "What?" He kept typing. “All our tables are booked. Every one of them,” he added, still not sparing me a glance. “You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.”

“What does that mean?” “It means because of your heartbreak, you should mess with as many guys as possible and get your fill of revenge for breaking their hearts. And that involves a lot of one night stands.” Bianca explained but Aria was weary of that, things like that weren’t her style. “It’s what all the girls do now to take revenge on the male species. It’s fun.” Sleeping with random men? No. “No, Bianca.” “Okay, Miss Goody–two–shoes. If you say so.” Bianca knew she couldn’t convince her friend to do something she didn’t want to, so she dropped the topic. She began to slow down her vehicle until they halted in front of a large mansion.

AUTHOR POV: It was a particularly bustling night in S City. Some were occupied with their nocturnal duties, while others revelled in the joy of living. Witnessing young people dancing intimately with one another, even in the absence of familiarity, was not at all surprising. Their actions were predominantly influenced by two factors: alcohol and more alcohol. Is there anything else that possesses the power to control a person quite like alcohol does? Some succumbed to the allure of the moment and sought inebriation, while others simply desired it.

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.

Of course, it can't be, and I hold on to the last hope that it's not him since he hasn't turned his face to me. But of course, it is. It's him. The only man I've thought of the past few months, that's had me writhing in bed at 3 am without being able to tell Jose what's going on. The man who in one night, spoilt me for any other man. I see him as he turns his face towards me. His lips are still so familiar even though we're miles apart, his hands tough and soft at the same time, I see the texture from where I stand. His face, his body, oh God and such a beautiful body it is, I remember how he held me so tightly thrust after thrust, how he held me as if I were a princess, how he whispered swe

Then, I met an accident on my way back to Clayland. As I stared into Krystal’s face, I discovered that the woman I had a one-night stand before was her! Then, I furrowed my brows in the realization that she used to be a wild woman who went out with her friends to get laid. I clenched my jaw as I imagined a scene where it wasn’t me she had a good time at that hotel. “Hey, is there something wrong?” she asked as soon as she noticed the changes in my expression. At that moment, I wanted to confront her if there were other men after me, but I felt like it could wait another time. Tonight should be a happy occasion for both of us, so I closed my eyes and discarded any thoughts about the past.

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"

"Am Adrian, Oh, forgive my bad manners, am Madison, That was a mistake, I know where we can take this, it's positive, I'm pregnant, Adrian that's my baby daddy" Everything from five years ago became clear in my head, I had a one-night stand with a stranger and he happened to be Adrian, my ex-boyfriend's best friend. My head began to ache, I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't understand everything, and my world began to darken as I felt myself slip to the floor. ********* Everyone was wearing black, sunglasses in their eyes, different roses in their hands as we watched Xavier's coffin being laid in the ground. My heart broke knowing I would never see Xavier or hear his voice, I wish time co