One Night Stand Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She didn't know how to reply that, and they weren't even dating. Just one night stand ruined her life? A life that wasn't really perfect but it got ruined completely by him. She glared at Alessandro who just smirked as Livia asked the question. He liked the fact that Livia asked the question. "We met at a club. I was so memorized by the beauty sitting down elegantly, and I walked up to her. You know At that day I felt like I just saw an angel. She was pretty beyond the word itself. If beautiful was a person then it probably should be her" he kissed her cheek.

Jasmine and I walked into the main office from the side, we were the last people to walk in so all eyes turned to us. The unique pair of hazel eyes with flecks of gold and green greeted me, I could never forget who those eyes belonged to. My mouth fell open in shock, embarrassment and shock again, I suddenly felt lightheaded and missed my step, thank god for the cubicle that I could hold on to on time. MY ONE NIGHT-STAND WAS MY BOSS… I FREAKING SLEPT WITH MY BOSS LAST NIGHT!!! Memories of the night before in his car came flooding in, how I kept screaming for him to go harder and deeper. I was so embarrassed that my cheek burned red, I suddenly wished the ground would tear open and swallow me

I asked, shocked to my core by the implication of his actions. "Is that too small? I did not think you were prehensile, but I guess books can not be judged by their covers." He said. Still in shock, I watched as he opened his wallet and dropped another was of bills on top of those lying on the bed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked angrily, "What do you take me for?" "I admit we both had fun last night but I would appreciate if you did not take that as an opportunity to lust for something more. I have no interest in pursuing anything more than a one night stand." He said.

Clothes, both men's and women's, were scattered all over the bed and the floor, the undeniable evidence of what had happened the night before—she had slept with a man. Suddenly, the fragmented memories of last night crashed into her mind. She had been abducted by a stranger, and then everything went black. Her mind flickered with disjointed images, the man pressing on top of her, his hungry desire, the kiss, and the hands that had driven her to madness... "DAMN!" she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling with a mixture of despair and fury. "A FUCKING one-night stand?!" At that moment, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, harsh and loud in the otherwise silent room.

“Close the door fully and feel free. I’m not a monster. My name is Ethan. The first time I saw you at the bar, I wanted to come meet you. You were very beautiful to be looking so down that night. But when I saw that man from earlier approach you, I had to stop. I waited, watched and listened instead.” I just stood there listening to him with shame burning in my chest. My face felt hot. I remembered that night too well. The drinks, the one night stand with Mark, the bad decisions, how I paid him and left. Now this stranger knew details I wished I could forget. I didn’t say anything. I just listened, arms crossed tight over my chest.

After all, I was just meant to be a one-night stand. "The proprietor of the picture studio we hired, Gabriella Parker." After introducing me, the manager grinned broadly and looked at him. Javier, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed. "I'll take five," I replied as I walked to the restroom. It was necessary for me to weep it all out. The man who had abandoned me and wrecked my life was standing right in front of me, and I had to act OK. The jerk even feigned he didn't know who I was. I wanted to let it all out. I dashed to the toilet and sobbed until I was brave enough to face my darkest dread. I returned to my seat and sat down.

"I came home, drunk, and it just happened. As much as I hate to admit it, I had a good time with her." "What happened after that?" "What do you mean?" "There's always this talk after sex. Everyone will want to know where they stand and all." Connor shrugged. "I chased her out of my room and told her to never come near me." Nadia chuckled in disbelief. "I'm not surprised." "But that was so disgusting of you. I don't know how She felt but I think you made her feel like a piece of shit." "Please don't make me regret opening up to you. I've had lots of nightstands and that was just one of them. If I hadn't behaved that way, it would make her think I'm interested in her."

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

" 'Spill it, I want to hear all about it,' I lay down on the sofa, swinging my legs up in the air to hear what she has to say. "Okay, we met as I was returning from work, and he said he wanted to talk and that he likes me. Of course, I understood what he wanted straight immediately, so I followed him, and we went out to dinner, and before I knew it, we were in bed,' she laughed and leaned back on the sofa. "On that same day?" I exclaimed incredulously. "Yep, so why is it called a one-night stand? I couldn't resist such a mighty Alpha and let him pass me by. After all, a lady needs a big dick to go through the day." she spoke nonchalantly.

Then, I met an accident on my way back to Clayland. As I stared into Krystal’s face, I discovered that the woman I had a one-night stand before was her! Then, I furrowed my brows in the realization that she used to be a wild woman who went out with her friends to get laid. I clenched my jaw as I imagined a scene where it wasn’t me she had a good time at that hotel. “Hey, is there something wrong?” she asked as soon as she noticed the changes in my expression. At that moment, I wanted to confront her if there were other men after me, but I felt like it could wait another time. Tonight should be a happy occasion for both of us, so I closed my eyes and discarded any thoughts about the past.