Falling In Love With A One Night Stand Novels & Stories

The raging fire inside of me that I tried so hard to suppress suddenly re-ignited. “Help me” I whispered to her as I was gradually losing the last bits of my sanity, I had to quench this fire. In response she stood up, but I pulled her back down, I kissed her, her lips were soft, I liked it, so I continued. Upon waking up the next morning, it dawned on me, I had a one-night stand for the first time in my life. I looked at the lady who had her legs wrapped around me, she was not as glamorous as some of the ladies I have met, but for some reason, I did not feel repulsed by her touch, maybe it was because we passed some certain barriers before we got to know each other.

My cheeks burning in embarrassment, I tried to get him to stand, but he remained rooted to the spot. “Kayla Smith, from the first day I met you, I knew you were more than just a girlfriend. You were more than a one night stand, we had this insane connection, our bodies were meant for each other, and we thought the same thoughts, we shared the same dreams, we had the same goals and ambitions. That was when I discovered you were my soulmate, and we were destined to be together.” My complexion was turning into a fiery red in humiliation. Why did he mention the one night stand? People were bringing out their phones, and I smiled in embarrassment. What was wrong with Tristian Ravenford?

My hand landed on his hard chest. Is this man the one for whom I have a one-night stand? My heart is like beating by a drummer. It's loud, complex, and beating like I'm in a concert. His hand on my waist gives me butterflies in my stomach. "Do you want to turn our one-night into a two-night stand?" His hand wanders my butt. "Hey!" I quickly stood up after falling on him. "Why did you do that?" I walked away from him and returned to my seat.

“Come here.” All my confidence and anger from last night has seemingly washed away. He tries to kiss me again, but I stop the man. I shake my head, refusing to put out again. “One and done,” I tell him. “As you wish,” he replies, running his fingertips up and down my arm. God, why is that tiny touch driving me absolutely crazy? I’ve never thought of myself as a one-night stand girl, but then again, the man I thought I loved was clearly capable of cheating on me.

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!"

Or get his dick in me again. The image of Dorian Reed's dick flashes into my head and I try to push it aside. Dorian was a one-time deal, I tell myself. That's the whole point of a one night stand...you never have to see the person again. Of course, most one night stands don't then show up on your front doorstep to live with you for the summer. It was one time only. One time that happened to be really fucking good. Like, mind-blowingly good. The kind of thing you read about in dirty books.

"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'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 knew he was trying to process what I just bombarded in front of him, and I knew he couldn’t take it. I took a deep breath and got up. Jonathan looked straight at me. He wanted me to see that he was doing fine with my answer, but in fact, we both knew the truth behind his sorrow. One-night stands are something terrible and beautiful thing in one’s own perceptive. But not always that one-night stand leads you to your forever world. Jonathan and I both knew that already. Sure, the communication, the intensity and the sex were all good. But I guess there was always a part missing that I never got from him.

“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.”