One Night Stand Stories Novels & Stories

what does he think, that if he introduces himself, they can go and get married and live happily ever after? "don't do this, okay? we are adults, and we slept together. it was a one night stand, and it was a mistake. let's just forget about it, can't we?" Elsa said. there was no expression on the man's face. she couldn't figure out what he was thinking. "this just doesn't make sense!" she thought.

In one word one night stand means getting fucked by someone you don’t know or someone you know but will never happen again. Ewwwww am never doing that Cam, let’s just go home

She asks, exasperated. I freeze on my feet, unable to think up anything. That, I have no answer to. I honestly don't know why I was looking for her as well. But seeing her in that office, months later had unraveled so many things inside me, meeting her again felt like the only right thing to do. "Did the night really mean nothing to you?" I found myself asking. A blunder, I know, but I can't take it back. A flicker of emotions crosses her eyes but she blinks, and it's gone. "It was just sex. Get over it. It was fun while it lasted, but that's it. We have different lives now. Can we focus on that?"

And I would have cherished this Union, if not for the fact that I had a one-night stand with my husband and now he must think that I’m a horny, needy whore! I couldn’t bear to look at him without thinking about that night, and the worst part of it is that I am attracted to this guy in ways that I cannot explain. Sitting next to him in that car was pure torture because I kept inhaling his manly scents and it fucking turned me on. It took all the self-control in me to stop myself from throwing myself into his arms and begging him to screw me until I pass out in his arms.

I always had to rudely throw either a check or wads of money in their face in order to get them offended which will then make them storm out while swearing at me. I never understood why they would still be lying in bed, pretending to be asleep. I always made it clear to them the night before that it was just a one time thing with no strings but they either always forgot the next morning or decided to ignore my words. I mean, of course what woman wouldn't want to be MY woman? Perhaps that was why they always stayed. They wanted to believe that they could change my mind and get me to make them my woman officially I snorted at that

Just the faint moonlight coming through the frosted window was enough. I hiked my nightie up to my waist, leaned back against the sink, and spread my legs wide. My reflection stared back at me in the dark mirror. My eyes were glassy, lips swollen from biting them in the dream, cheeks flushed with shame and need. I looked like a woman cheating on her boyfriend, even though Steve was asleep and had no idea.

“I know violet. I don’t drink or even go clubbing. I only wanted to…” “Have a one night stand” she cuts in. “Yes but it’s not though simple. I always thought my first time would be with someone I love…I wouldn’t want to remember my one night stand with a stranger” Violets smirks. “Then don’t. Just drink and you are going to forget about it.” Everything in me says it’s a bad idea. But she’s right. I wanted this. Just one night and it will be over. My fingers tightened around the glass. “You’re right!” I say before lifting the drink to my lips.

My wolf stirred uneasily, but I ignored her. It’s just fun, I told myself. One night. One man. Nothing binding. When the song ended, I was breathless, my cheeks hot. He leaned in, lips near my ear. “Come with me. Hotel across the street. No strings. Just fun.” My heart stuttered. A one-night stand. I’d never done it. Never dared. Wolves didn’t. But wasn’t that the point? Tonight wasn’t about what wolves did. It was about what I did.

I wanted to believe we could—if we were both willing to try. That night, before sleeping, Dylan pulled me into his arms. “Starting tomorrow, I promise—at least one hour a day just for us. No work, no phones.” I smiled, closing my eyes. “That’s the promise I wanted to hear.” I closed the apartment door softly, letting the sound of the lock click echo in the empty hallway. It felt like closing a short chapter full of conversations, but leaving many words still unsaid.

And like a sudden downpour, they gushed out and streamed down my face. This contract marriage and our entire relationship had been a mistake from the start and now I was going to pay the price for my foolishness. It all started with that stupid one night stand. If we hadn't met in that stupid club that night, then it never would've come to that. And if it hadn't come to that, we would've been nothing but employer and employee. Our relationship would never have transcended into this chaotic mess.