One Night Stand Stories Novels & Stories

Our breaths are heavy and panting, and to top it off, we're already on the third drink. It's time to put her to bed! You know the expression by leaps and bounds? That's exactly how we got into your apartment, and I'm sure nothing was left in one piece along the way. In the middle of the night, our sounds blended together and spread through your bedroom as we sweated on your sheets. Her warmth and tightness left me out of orbit, and at some point I made a point of making her scream my name while I fucked her hard three times in a row. And when she literally blacked out, the day was already dawning. No one knew anyone's name and there was no need to. After all, it was just a one-night stand. S

He asked,in a confused voice as anger seethes through him,he doesn't like women who threw themselves at them. Ruth dragged him to the bed making his bathing towel fall off his waist,his manhood sprung to life before her and she didn't hesitate to grab it. William moaned as he landed on the bed softly,his manhood still in Ruth's grip. “Don't start what you can't finish woman!!”.He warned, Ruth let go of his dick and flashed a quick smile. Williams’ dick became erect and couldn't resist the urge to satisfy the woman on his bed,he didn't request for any one night stand,but he had to make use of the opportunity before him.

[Gianna’s POV] I stare in disbelief at the man in front of me as he stares me down with those intense eyes of his. He’s being serious. He’s being serious and if this kept up and someone caught us then my career would be ruined. “What exactly do you want me to say?” I ask, looking around. “Do you not understand the meaning of a one night stand?” “I do,” he counters. “But usually those I fuck usually have the common decency to wait until I wake up to say lets leave.”

I would keep my promise to my mother, and this time no one would be here to make me do otherwise. “I took a shower and washed off our little encounter from my body. Can we move on?” “Nope,” she said cheerfully. “I’m never letting you live that down. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who looks like a Greek god and actually knows what to do in bed? And you just let him poof, disappear.” I sighed, leaning against the counter and pinching the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t let him disappear. The whole idea of a one-night stand is just that... a one-night stand. Only one night of your life. Not more. That’s literally how it works.”

Or get his dick in me again. The image of Dorian Reed's dick flashes into my head and I try to push it aside. Dorian was a one-time deal, I tell myself. That's the whole point of a one night stand...you never have to see the person again. Of course, most one night stands don't then show up on your front doorstep to live with you for the summer. It was one time only. One time that happened to be really fucking good. Like, mind-blowingly good. The kind of thing you read about in dirty books.

The hard stick thrust deep inside her, the liquid oozing out of the lust soaking her thighs and bedsheets, the sound of flesh clacking as he increased his thrust to the bottom. No pity for flowers or pearls, just every time she was about to fall, he would slap her hard on the butt, it was so bad that it was indescribable. The room at the end of the corridor emitted lustful sounds until almost three o'clock in the morning. Gray buried his head in Leon's chest. He kissed her forehead and laid her neatly on the bed. He hugged her, feeling this wonderful moment of warmth. "Sleep well" *** In the December nightclub, the music blared loudly, people immersed themselves in the chaotic dance. In a

I blurted out. Diane arched her brow. “Of course you have, what I mean is… have you ever had passionate sex and had to wake up alone.” " You mean a one night stand?" I frowned immediately. “A one night stand? Ew no… " How could anyone have a one night stand with their husband when they saw each other everyday. Diane raised a brow in confusion and It made me sigh. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Okay look,” lowering my voice "lemme rephrase, what if? A man sleeps with you and then just leaves first thing in the morning without any explanation whatsoever.”

he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on." Their conversation seems to be straying. And it's no surprise to Monette. They always do nasty things when they're alone. They only started doing this thing a year ago. Monette couldn't recall how or when she began seeking the warmth of Bernard's body. All she could remember was that he was her first fuck and that she had become addicted to him since then. Naturally, no one knows what is going on between them. It's their dirty little secret.

I vividly remembered the night that she learnt that everything was set for her to relocate to New York. That was the same night that she dropped the bombshell about her pregnancy and the fact that she was keeping it and was going to raise the child alone. For months, I wanted to ask her what if it was.... nevermind. Looking at her now, watching her interact with the staff, it was clear she had forcefully picked up the shattered pieces of her life. Suddenly, a sound emitted from Stanley’s phone, cutting through the silence of the hallway and dragging me violently back to the present.

Davin Lucas dragged a hand down his face. “Davin, one-night stands are supposed to last one night. That’s literally why they’re called one-night stands. You sleep together, you leave, end of story. So why are there enough paintings of this woman in here to fill a gallery?” “Will you let me speak for a damn second?” He let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. I’m listening.” “It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I explained. “We met at a club, and then a few days later, she turned up in my class.”