Falling In Love With A One Night Stand Novels & Stories

I need an excellent one-night stand to get over him. We are out back smoking a shared cigarette. I am leaning up against a wall, one leg angle against the wall, and he asks me my name. I tell him to call me "A," and he tells me to call him " B." I let out a cute chuckled laugh because that was funny, then that's when I get a good honest look at him, and he is attractive in a very adorable way. He has a beautiful smile, innocent written all over it, and he is small but not too skinny. That is when I start to feel guilty, and my head drops a bit. I let out a big sigh, and he asks me what's wrong. I tell him the truth, which is that I am a bit hung up on someone and came out tonight looking to

“But you don’t mind if we make love right now?” “We won’t be making love.” That midnight black hair hung down further as she looked at him. “It would just be sex. That’s it.” “No. I need more.” “I’m not giving you more than that. If you can’t take it, then I’m going to sleep.” She tried to climb out of his grip on her panties. “You just said no. Let me go.” “I just said that I need more. What am I supposed to do with a one night stand?”

Claire felt like she was an expert even though it was her first time doing it with someone. The guy fell asleep. He looked at the guy and memorized his all. She touched his face. She took his hand, and kissed it for the last time. "I know what we did was bad. This will just be a one night stand. I can't say that I was raped because I've loved it. I love how you made me special. I love how you made me a woman. I love how you made me beautiful. I love how you made me feel loved. I love how ----"

After stepping on dried leaves, I could hear the sound of water falling from the towering falls. I remembered that it was where I first met him again after the one-night stand where he had no recollections. I remembered how we fought like it was raining cats and dogs. I was so annoyed with him back then. For all his good looks, he was equally grumpy. In short, he was a jerk! Who would've thought that I would fall in love with him despite how annoyed we were with each other? I never imagined falling in love with the man who always gave me a headache. He's a douche, he could be so mean, and so annoying! But I really fell in love with him. Sadly, I have no place in his heart.

They had just broken up a week ago and he moved on so easily and is with a new girl? "Life, I was all in this relationship alone. Dating myself, it's funny how I am always seeing him getting Amy nice stuff and expensive gifts and posting them on I*******m." She sneezed in between her mumbling and wiped her eyes. It was pretty obvious that she had not moved on yet and In addition to that she just lost her job. As she continued to swipe through his profile she tapped, wells of tears sprung out of her eyelids. "Thank God I didn't give him my virginity, stupid mother fucker" She flung her phone slightly and gets up from the couch, picking up her bag and her phone with her, and she leaves for her

I felt so loved, and I forgot that this was meant to be a one-night stand. “You know you can tell me to stop, right? I would stop if you want me to.” He whispered in a hoarse voice, eliciting a moan out in me. He stalked his actions as he looks into my eyes, giving me yet another opportunity to change my mind. There is something incredible about this guy, I don’t want to believe that every guy you meet at the club could be this nice and sweet. How can a stranger be this great and flawless? He took his time, getting me to trust him, treating me like a special possession. You would not believe that I don’t even know the guy. I wish he were mine, I want him to be mine.

Not because I don’t want to. But I’m afraid because I might fall for him even more. Then we don’t have the same feelings. While I’m falling in love with him, he has no feelings for me, only lust. And he can freely show that to me because we have history – that goddamn one-night stand. Maybe I’m just misinterpreting his actions. It’s not impossible. Because, why not? He’s a man–a single dad to be exact. He has no wife to fulfill his s*x drive.

He was just too handsome…she could even use the word gorgeous… Never in her life did she think she would be before a man like him…in this close proximity…applying an icepack on her cheeks… She sighed recalling their one night stand… And the times he had kissed her… What more could she do to stop herself from falling for this man? Even knowing very well that he should be forbidden to her heart….to her body…to her soul… He was still getting her shaken…emotionally. “Are you done staring?” His voice cut through her thoughts… She shook her head realizing the ice pack was no longer on her cheek and it didn’t hurt as before anymore. “Am I too perfect for you to handle?”He asked,arrogantly.

I don't know if he realized that I was a virgin, but I remember him saying in a husky voice, between his own moans, “You're so tight, Scarlett…” I felt pleasure hearing my name coming out of his lips so passionately and lustfully. In his kisses, his touch, and most of all, in how he filled me completely. The climax came so many times that I lost count, just as I know he also reached the apex more than twice. Maybe the fire burning in our bodies was too intense for both of us to end the touch. Or we simply didn't want to interrupt this moment that was meant to last only one night. Yes, this is only a one-night stand.

She’s my One-night stand for goodness sake. One-night stands are meant to be flung away. They’re of no use, no value. I had defaulted by breaking the Playboy 101 rule. No matter how good she was in bed, she remains a One-night stand. You never reach out to her or try to get close to her. No sharing of contacts. No disclosure of identities. Just sex and she’s flung away. I let one night of pleasure get the best of me, blinding my reasoning when all that women have to offer is heartbreak.