Romans & histoires Story Of One Night Stand

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.

When the capuchino was served, our story with him began. "Simon, do you remember last year?" I once again get to the point quickly. "Miss." He answered very bluntly. "You said you know everything, so what do you know?" "I just say idle" is nonsense again. "You spent the night at a bar with a girl that night, didn't you?" My voice began to harden. "..." silent. He was silent again. "The girl you spent the night with was me Simon, you know?" "Know" I was really surprised when he admitted.

Her mind struggled to process what was happening, but the drug was too strong. She pulled her phone from her bag and made a call; “Hello, she's ready for you. Do whatever you want with her.” She said, smirking. Unbeknownst to them, a few floors below, Landon Malcolm was celebrating a deal that would solidify his status as one of New York's youngest billionaires. His friends, always eager for a good time, had spiked his drink, urging him to let loose for once. "Come on, Landon, just one more!" his friend, Ty, laughed, pushing another glass into his hand.

If Regan ever learned how we met, she’d either laugh herself silly or refuse to believe I was telling the truth. The idea of the serious, prefers-the-quiet-of-living-in-a-cabin-in-the-woods-with-books-for-company Savannah Blackshaw going prowling for a one-night stand is impossible to imagine. Even now I struggle to believe it happened. “Well, we met in a bar, and we hit it off.” I told him I wanted a one-night stand, no strings attached. He bought me a drink and slipped his hand under my skirt. I came that first time in a dark corner booth with the people all around us none the wiser.

"But there's no average car in your garage boss.." "I'll use the BMW." "Alright boss." With that, Lucas leaned his head on the seat and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to accept this arranged marriage in the first place, until a picture was sent to him days back and it turned out to be the girl he had ordered his manager to look for. His one night stand. He smirked recalling that ever overwhelming night. She got him captivated. Lucas savored that moment, no girl had ever made him felt that way, or ordered him into lovemaking like she did.

“I don’t want anything from him, Sel. I just want to forget. I have bills to pay. Rent. Electricity. Job applications stacked up. That’s what matters. Not some stupid one-night stand with a man I’ll never see again.” The words tumbled out fast, brittle. Selena’s lips pressed thin. She didn’t buy it. Not fully. But after a beat, she only sighed. “If that’s what you want.” “Yes.” My voice was firmer, even though my insides shook. “It was just one night. Like he said. I’ll never see him again.” Selena tucked the blanket over me, brushing damp curls from my forehead like she used to when I was sick. “Get some rest. Tomorrow you deal with real life. Tonight you just breathe.”

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.”

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.”

The worry sat too heavy. By evening I left the office with my mind racing. I took a cab to the bar, the same one where I had that one night stand with Mark. My fingers tapped on my bag the whole ride. What did this person want? Why bring up that night with my dad? The streets passed by in a blur. I kept checking my phone, half hoping the call was a joke.