One-Night-Stand Novels & Stories

“Because he looks like his father! By the way, Krystal, you mentioned that you once had a one-night stand with a stranger. Was he handsome?” I smiled when Alice reminded me of that one unforgettable night. How could I forget those dancing blue eyes and his lean body? How could I forget his strong hands, which kept me in place while we did it on the sofa? Or the way he breathed into my ears? Oh God, something must have been wrong with me lately because I have been thinking about him most of the time. “Maybe you can tell me his name now,” Alice said. “I slept with Logan Lopez,” I replied.

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!"

"Yes?" I cleared my throat before asking him the question. I hope It will not sound awkward. "So about the one night stand. How did I pass out?" A sly smirk made its way to his face. "Because the dick was that good, pudding." My face turned fifty shades of red and I immediately regretted that I asked that question. Oh god ! Jill Malik P.O.V

CHAPTER 6: SEARCHING… ROSWELL MONTEFALCO POV's "It's been a long year. Dude, she still hasn't been found," I said. I took a sip of the wine in my glass. "Forget it bro. It was just a one night stand. I'm sure the girl has already forgotten what happened to the both of you" I shook my head because of what Ivan said. For three years I couldn't get that girl's face out of my system.

THEIR trip to the mall ended up being quite interesting — for Angelo — but annoying — for the three of them. It began with Narae meeting a guy she couldn't remember but claims to have a steamy night with her. She was fine with it when the man introduced himself, which quickly turned to a question, “Would you wanna be at my place tonight?” Narae refuses since she sticks to the “One night stand remains a one-time” policy, but then got easily pissed when the man gave her a business card and told her to call him if she wanna do ‘it’ again.

"I don't know what exactly happened, but I'm going to assume that when I left, you got drunk, used MY tab, partied, saw Stan, and then slept with him. News flash! That's called a one-night stand. You're not the only person who experienced it. I do it all the time. But the only thing you missed was that you let him stay. Wake up, Christine. You're allowing a stranger in your house, and you've slept with him, TWICE.

Lucy waved as she drove away. An extravagant party accompanied by loud music and a beautiful display of fireworks lit up the place. The bar was filled with gaudily dressed women and men who were there to seek indulgence. I walked into the bar wearing denim jean pants and a white shirt. Life is but a dream> I thought to myself while recalling the last time I was here. That was the same day I had a one-night stand with Sebastian. “Ele, over here….”

Their heavy footsteps creaked against the wooden board beneath them but neither of them cared that anyone could here. In that moment, Joan just needed this—sex with a stranger. And that was the beauty of the infamous one-night stands. When she managed to get her shoes off, she pulled away from him to gaze into his cognac eyes. “Fuck” She muttered, bringing her hands to strip off his leather jacket. He had a white inner wear that clung tight to his broad sweaty chest, which rose and fell in passion.

I bit my headboard hard as he got in further. He was better than my boyfriend. I was sure. After lapse and lapse of sex, I got tired and pulled out of it. He pulled me into a big embrace with his big biceps and I fell into his hard chest. We both slept in my small bed and I was worried he wasn’t comfortable in it. His leg probably would have been sticking out of the bed. Maybe I should count this as a one-night stand, but it was beginning to be the best night of my life.

a voice replied from inside. I pushed the door and it opened. I walked into the room and saw Max Anderson sitting on the bed with a towel around his waist and empty bottles of wine on the table beside his bed. There had been so many scandals surrounding him but he never seemed to care about them. His most prominent name was 'man whore' and I detested people like him but there I was, in his room, in the club where I workers, ready to give myself to him. "I was told you are a virgin," he said without sparing me a glance, as his gaze remained fixed on his phone.