One Night Stand Stories Novels & Stories

We both know Gus too well, he literally tells us everything, always confiding in us. “Tell us.” I perk my eyes at me. “What happened?” He scratches the nape of his neck and blushes heavily, crimson red splattered across his cute cheeks. “Okay, this might end up weird, but I had a one night stand.” We don’t even blink, but Logan says. “Come on dude, those are perfectly normal, people have one night stands all the time.” I cross my arms over my chest. Seriously? “No.” His blush grows deeper now, expanding towards the base of his ears. “I had my first ever one night stand with Lady Cleo...”

It’s just that I’d never have put the two of them together. She’s also flat-chested, and he does like a big pair of boobs. But they both insist it was a one-night stand, and I think maybe alcohol was involved, and when you’re a nineteen-year-old guy who’s desperate for sex, I suppose you don’t always need to discuss the national economy to get it on with a girl. “You look nice,” she says. “I don’t see you in a dress very often.”

"Are you saying you can't hire me because of a mere one night stand?" Stunned by her question, Cole stares at her 'a mere one night stand?' he mused. 'Is this woman for real?'

“ i hate that we pretend like it didn’t happen , we just ignore what had happened that night …the connection “ “ it was a one night stand ….” “ Can you have a one night stand with your husband?” He laughed , his hands still curled up around me , i swallowed my saliva , i was stiff . “ I don’t know …” “ Let’s stop pretending that it didn’t happen , it was one of the best nights of my life , i think about it everyday “ There was this awkward silence, i didn’t even know what to say and then he spoke again . “ Good night Vicky “

“Tell me who your new guy is—” “How about we say it simultaneously” “Good idea” “One” “Two” “Three—” “The one night stand asshole!” “Arman!”

Linda grinned. Naomi cursed softly under her breath. She had forgotten she was putting on a tank top which showed Ryan’s love bites. “Nothing much. I met Ryan, we talked, got a little tipsy and I ended up having a one night stand with him. That’s just it, besides I don’t think I’ll ever come across him again.” She replied but Linda was not satisfied with the story Naomi narrated. She wanted to hear the full story. Linda joined Naomi where she was seated. She took Naomi’s hands in hers. Her hands were cold and shaky. She knew something was wrong so she persuaded Naomi to tell her everything.

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.

, Scarlett said. Mia scoffed. "I'm going abroad", she said. Scarlett widens her eyes. "Why?", she asked. " I had a one-night stand with a stranger. I found out I was pregnant and Dad is sending me abroad", She said. Scarlett thought she heard wrong. "Mia, you had a nightstand?", she asked. " Yes. When I went to class reunion", she replied. "How did it happen?", Scarlett asked. " I entered the wrong room", Mia replied.

The Pact of Shadows Selena’s POV The night devoured the mountains in silence. Cold air clung to my skin as I stood alone at the edge of the northern ridge. Beneath me, the rebel camp lay scattered like fallen stars, fires low, weapons hidden, tension thick. Everyone knew what tomorrow meant. And no one dared say it aloud. Behind me, the flap of the tent rustled. Jason emerged, his face hollow with fatigue. He hadn’t slept since we returned. Hadn’t smiled since Nikolai vanished into the stone.

She’s my One-night stand for goodness sake. One-night stands are meant to be flung away. They’re of no use, no value. I had defaulted by breaking the Playboy 101 rule. No matter how good she was in bed, she remains a One-night stand. You never reach out to her or try to get close to her. No sharing of contacts. No disclosure of identities. Just sex and she’s flung away. I let one night of pleasure get the best of me, blinding my reasoning when all that women have to offer is heartbreak.