One-Night-Stand Novels & Stories

My pink dress was draped over a chair that probably belonged in a museum. My shoes were by the door. My dignity was nowhere to be found. The other side of the massive bed was empty and cold. He’d left already. Of course he had. This was what one-night stands were—one night. Strangers who didn’t owe each other morning-afters or explanations or anything beyond what happened between those sheets. Except those sheets had been really, really good. “Stop it,” I told myself firmly. “You’re not doing this. You’re not catching feelings for a guy whose last name you don’t even know.”

“Good boy.” Andrew jerked away instantly. Revulsion flashed across his face. Daniel only smiled wider. “Step one is done,” he said casually. Andrew’s stomach dropped. “Step one?” Daniel tilted his head. “You didn’t honestly think one little errand was enough to delete the video, did you?” Andrew felt cold dread spread through him again. Daniel leaned closer slightly. “Tomorrow,” he whispered pleasantly, “we start step two.” Then he turned and walked calmly into the rain. Leaving Andrew standing there hollow and trapped beneath the dim courtyard lights.

She had never regretted giving birth to the child she had borne from a one-night stand when she was drunk over a breakup. Joe clinked glasses with her, “To our daughter.” Joe continued, “Anyway, using me as a human shield finally showed its consequences. Around half a year later, the footballer guy who had asked her out cornered her close to a public library in the late evening one day. He tried to harass her, and I tried to fight him, but he was a football prodigy, and I was, well, me. He beat the crap out of me and then continued to try to kiss her forcibly.”

"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.

"One night stand, what's the story with that dere-dere? Do you want to forget it after getting such a great service?" Maureen did share a glimpse of how hot her one night stand was until she had trouble walking. Fortunately, Maureen was still able to transport her luggage by car. Serena's short-lived date - whom Maureen had rejected - brought conical glasses filled with olives and a transparent liquid for both women. Alcohol again, this time with the sourness of lime. "A treat," she said. "Me, yes, that's enough. But he keeps calling me." Maureen shows her the screen of her phone, where there are a series of incoming messages from the man questioning her whereabouts. "I used to have a lot o

By the end of the second night, Ivette decided she would ignore Cian MacGregor, just as much as he’d ignored her and acted like she didn’t fucking exist. She couldn’t stand it. Him. Who did he think he was, treating her like crap? Yes. She had been drunk that night and. . . it was technically a one-night stand by all ramifications, but. . .but nothing! What had she been expecting? She wasn’t even sure what it is she expected to happen, but she was going crazy. She wanted him to look at her again like she was something special. She wanted him to talk to her and tell her she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get him out of her head, her dreams. She wanted to be with him, alone, in a room.

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

JUST A ONE NIGHT STAND ALEKSANDER'S POV The air was bitterly cold tonight, and my mood was sour enough to match. A gust of wind ruffled my hair and I groaned with irritation as I swiped my hand through it before reaching into my front pocket and pulled out my cigarette. "No, Aleksander, we don't have time for that. We're already late! We've missed half the damn show", Before l could light the cigarette, my business partner, Nikolai shoved at my shoulder and kept walking towards the theater.

How to get out of this situation now? Given Marris's height, his lips only needed to be tilted slightly down to meet his forehead. Zane Stark clearly felt her breasts pressed against his body, she had a strange scent like a rose that made his heart beat faster, not realizing that he was hugging Marris tightly. Unfortunately, she belongs to someone else, not him. Zane Stark can only stand at the boundary of friends watching her from behind, appearing whenever she is in trouble.

She had never had a one night stand, and the idea had never appealed to her. Except tonight. What was it about this man that made every moral and principle fly right out of her head. He hadn't even made a move on her yet, but just as the idea of flirting with him on stage had seemed appealing to her, so did the idea of spending the night with him began to form in her head...and she welcomed it. Would it really be such a bad thing? She liked his company and she had to admit she was enjoying talking to him now. Enjoying that she had his attention, even for a short time. Would it be such a bad thing if she had one night stand with him? One night of steamy, wild, mind blowing sex.... She didn't