More Than One Night Novels & Stories

I raise my voice. “I know that, but you’re taking to much time” He responds and I clench my jaw, pushing my fist into my pockets. “What if she’s one of the being girls I have been with?” I deadpan. “Then you would have a familiar face. That’s even better” He states and my mouth opens and closes as I try to find the right words. I sigh with my eyes closed. “Father, I have a gala tonight for the sponsors, can we have this conversation later?” I plead.

If I could I would only live in this day, before they know, but only I and Chester Harrington know. It comes to me especially at night. But now, as I touch my belly I remember. ______________ We sleep 5 nuns to a large straw bed. Sometimes at night you hear some of the nuns concealing their grunts, concealing their moans. It's hard to hear over the snoring. Sometimes, it's whispered laughter, but what happens at night is concealed in the day.

I have never been that girl, begging a guy to spend time with her. “I gotta work early tomorrow, so probably not tonight—’specially not if we’re gonna pull an all-nighter again.” “As fun as it would be to try, I’m pretty sure both of our sets of naughty bits would probably walk out on strike if we tried to pull another all-nighter two nights in a row.” Duke laughs again, and says, “Definitely. So message me tomorrow and we’ll see where we’re both at?” “Sounds like a plan,” I concur.

They positioned me on all fours, Liam behind, Drew in front, my mouth and pussy both filled, used, loved, owned. I shattered again. And again. Until there was nothing left but their touch and my moans echoing off the walls. ⸻ Afterward, I lay between them, sweat-slicked and boneless, their chests rising and falling on either side of me. No one spoke for a long time. Then Liam said, “That was supposed to be just one night.” Drew turned his head toward me. “But one night’s not enough.” I looked at both of them. And whispered, “Then don’t stop.”

As every other night. --- So... this went quite long. Do share your thoughts please?

I could still hear them, as I grinned at my guy for that night. Then, our girls' night became a weekly thing, where we would regroup every weekend and go out clubbing. Though I didn't hook up every time we went out. But when I did, I kept every one-night stand as strict as my work. No attachments and no seconds. Just one night of adult-rated activities, meaning lots and lots of sex. Then the next day, I was back to my comfortable life of being a single mom.

One baby. No one on watch. For one night, we don’t need it.

he whispered, voice raw. “Not just the sex. You. All of you.” I cupped his face, tears in my eyes from pleasure and something deeper, something that scared and thrilled me. “I feel it too,” I admitted. “It’s not just fucking anymore.” He pulled me closer, kissed away the tear that slipped free. “One more night,” he said. “Then we figure out what this really is.” I nodded, grinding slowly, feeling him harden inside me again. Seven nights in. One more to go.

Assuming we survive tomorrow night, that is. One impossible situation at a time.

I thought I was ready for more than one night. Now, I’m not so sure.