One Night With The Biker Novels & Stories

A one night stand of hot sex with a big bad biker. There will be no follow-ups or sweet-talking, besides the moans he fucks out of me. Hand holding and skin touching would be limited to my nails digging into his back, and his hands gripping my ass. At least this time I'm aware of what it is - A meaningless night of wild sex. For me, it'll be a night to remember. For River, I'd be just another fuck until he locked his keeper. I hope by the end of it I'm still standing.

The darkness, the heat, the turmoil I felt right after torturing Norio, only much, much worse in his case. His hand relaxed around my throat and my head contracted. “Yes.” I whispered. “Will I have to fight you for it?” His teeth grazed my earlobe as his thumb pressed down on my pulse again. “No,” I swallowed, staring out the window just behind the sink, at the bikers now pouring out the building into the purple light of almost-dawn. From this height, they looked like ants, leaving the building in a vertical column of fours or five, but branching off into two opposite directions, the long stretch of asphalt pulling in the bikers who preferred speed, the well of death beckoning to the stunt l

She asked and I nodded. “How? What happened?” “Sincerely, I don't know. After I caught Lucho cheating on me, I ran out immediately and I found myself in front of the clubhouse. I recalled drinking myself to stupor and then this stranger came, he was wearing a black mask, we had a little sort of conversation and the next morning, I saw myself in a room naked with my clothes on the floor.” “What about the stranger?” She asked.

Amaraielle Grace Stewart is a 24-year-old graduating Tourism Management student who has spent her entire life trying to be the granddaughter her strict grandmother expects her to be. She has a future to build, a reputation to protect, and a life that is supposed to follow all the rules. Until one night at a bar, when one impulsive encounter changes everything. While looking for a quiet moment in the women's restroom, Amara accidentally encounters a dangerously attractive stranger kissing another woman. She decides to mind her own business until moments later, she finds herself alone with him. One look becomes an unexpected kiss. One kiss becomes a moment neither of them can take back. A

Coral chuckles finding her cute. “So um, you never gonna meet him right?” “That is what one-night stands are, duh” Kelly deadpans and sips on her drink. Chloe ignores Kelly's remark and waits for Coral's reply. Coral bites her lower lip, having the thought that she wants to meet him again. She does not want it to be just a one-night stand.

That too, didn't matter to Cameron, he was way too happy to be going with her. And his happiness would have lasted even longer—than it had during the drive to the gallery—if he had gotten there at the same time the biker pulled into the street just a few feet away from the gallery's entrance. “What is that jerk doing here?” Cameron asked out loud, oblivious to the confused look Liza shot his way.

Liz just stared me while I am sleeping. That night, I decided to go with them to the bar to release what my feelings are: despair, anguish, guilt. Name it all, it is endless. It is the first time ever that I went to have a drink after a year, and I am planning to lavish myself with the power of alcohol. They brought me to Midnight Bar. It is a Friday night so I expected a full blown bar. Leon's friend, Dave, is the manager of the bar and let us in, VIP lounge.

It was a given as to what cheesecake flavour he would get, though. After Dillon begged for a solid two minutes, Tony finally agreed to take Harley. For the most part, he only liked passengers during the day. Night-time had its own set of risks on top of the obvious ones. Dillon loved to ride. It always made his heart soar to feel the rush of the wind on his helmet and the sound and scent of the engine. Each and every ride was a ride in and of itself. He loved it the most because he got to be close to Tony. There was a lot of unspoken communication between the biker and the passenger to ensure one another's safety. A side-perk that Dillon got with a biker for a boyfriend was the look of focus

He asked. “Sure. I don’t mind it.” She replied. The guy sat with her and started a conversation with her. She learned that his name was Damon. He was part of a biker gang called Lobo's. He had a low-rider cruiser made by Harley Davidson. When he learned that she rode an H2R Ninja, he was in awe. It’s rare when you find a girl, gorgeous and sweet, loving fast bikes. She enjoyed that evening having an innocent, but simple conversation with Damon. He didn’t know it, but he helped her forget about her problems for a moment. It was one of the best nights she endured since the second she left home.

The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent. But not long after that, I heard the sound of the bedroom door being opened. I opened my eyes, thinking Gavin- my husband- had come home. And sure enough, I saw a male figure approach the bed and start sitting next to me. His breathing sounded so calm, but I smelled a slight odor of alcohol that made me understand the new fact that my husband was like most men, who occasionally spent time drinking. Those burly hands slowly rubbed my slender legs. I was surprised, but I enjoyed the gentle strokes that the hand made. Slowly, the strokes began to increase until I felt that the fingers were starting to touch