One Night Box Set

By Erica Storm

One Night Interracial Series
One Night Part 1: When Carlson agrees to a boy’s night out at the local bar, he was looking for a one night stand. After Carlson’s failed sexless marriage, his friend Randy, a fervent bachelor, gave him advice, “Sleep with a woman only one night, send her home, and forget her.”
Part 2
A distraught Carlson discovers that Randy has introduced Samantha to one of his friends, Roberto, a Latin lover who’s making a move on Samantha. Carlson soon realizes that he will have to make drastic changes to get Samantha back.
Part 3
After all Carlson went through to get Samantha back, he didn’t imagine there would be more surprises, but there were some waiting, and causing him unexpected problems. Randy was the last person he considered asking for help again.
Samantha never imagined that she would have to fight to keep any man, because she never found one that was worth it, until she met Carlson. She has three choices, consult her friend Tamika, walk away from Carlson and let his ex-wife have him, or take things into her own hands, which could get ugly, and may include a beat down.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Jul 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310449727

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

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One Night

Part 1

Chapter 1: Carlson

This work is too toxic for me, it wasn’t supposed to be work but a way to enjoy myself on my father’s money.  I accepted this position to head the board of his billion dollar company after losing my fortune. Although I’ve graduated from a prestigious university, I still feel as if I wasn’t prepared to run his company. But now I have no choice.

I get a great salary and soon I’ll be able to start my own company and retrieve some of the money I lost in my divorce.

My wife divorced me and took most of my money, homes, and cars because I was too stupid to ask her to sign a prenuptial agreement. How could I ask her to sign a paper a lawyer drew up? The lawyer didn’t see how hot she was with her big man made breasts. I thought I was in love with her. At the time all I thought about was sucking on her big beautiful tits. She would wear these low cut cashmere sweaters showing her D cups.

I wondered how she could buy the same sweater in so many colors because I swear that was all she wore with those short skirts, and she wore them to snag an idiot like me. I spent money on her night and day and when we were dating she couldn’t get enough of me pawing and fingering her.

But when we married that’s when she really closed down everything tight as a tire lug nut on the wheel of my BMW. When we dated she wore all those skimpy little frilly things to bed just to get a rise out of me and boy did she ever.

I walked around with a constant hard on.

Then I made a mistake and married her, and what she wore to bed, my grandmother wouldn’t be caught dead in, because granddad wouldn’t allow her near him. He was old but he wasn’t dead and he was a man and a man gets him a little at any age. And here I am a young man and I can’t get close to my wife to even smell her.

I was married to a woman who appeared desirable on the outside, and my friends envied and complimented me on a good job well done. ‘Any man that bags her would be sure to get a piece every night,’ they had said. 

I was lucky if I got some every two months and that’s only if I begged her to look at her naked. Then she would tease me with her breasts and I would sit there like a dog waiting for a bone that she would dangle in front of my nose. 

My friend Randy said that I was a fool to put up with her shit. He said, If I had your money, I would be boning a different chick every night. I looked at him and he continued, That’s right you heard me. Take a different woman to bed every night and keep going until you run out of money or you run out of pussy. Yes, that was Randy, the bachelor of the year in my book.

After she spent all my money on whatever she could think of and her girlfriends, then she came to me and said, I don’t think we are sexually compatible. How the hell would she know, she never even gave me a blow job, but she was there once a month for me to eat her pussy and keep me frustrated after I gave her terrific orgasms.

I got upset one night, and her friend Pam wanted to sleep with me, and hell what did I have to lose, so I said yes. I was as horny as a rabbit. I brought her friend Pam to a hotel and after Pam and I fucked and sucked each other, I was feeling pretty good. I thought that she was going to be a regular piece of pussy I could call on when the desert was dry. And it was dry all the time.

No sooner had I turned over and was ready for another piece and feeling good about my conquest, a knock came to the door and there was my wife standing there with a camera.

Randy seems to think that the two of them planned the whole embarrassing incidence because as Randy says, ‘They knew you were a complete jerk. Because everyone knew that she was a cold gold digging bitch. Everyone except you.’ 

The next thing I knew she was in court and she had all my money. It was my bad luck to get a woman judge. She gave her everything she wanted and had nerve to ask her if she wanted my boat too.

After that fiasco, I planned to remain a bachelor for life. I’m now officially a one night guy. No attachments what so ever. I wash my hands of that. I glanced up from my desk and there is Randy.

It’s Friday and you know what day that is, Randy said smiling and sauntering around my office tapping out a tune on my desk. We’re going out and do the nasty with any woman who will have our good looking, almost broke, know-how-to make-a-woman-feel good asses.

Randy, a black terrific looking guy who was a football jock had women everywhere looking to sleep with him. We met in college when we played football, and we have been friends since. He had a way with women and he didn’t discriminate. He likes them all colors and all shapes.

Randy had said, ‘Hell a woman is a woman, and after you get her in bed and she doesn’t have a penis, then the rest is heaven. You stick it in and if she wants you to go down on her, you eat that stuff until she begs you to stop. After that she will come back wanting more. Like that, you have pussy for life.’

He’s the one who convinced me to go with the one night stand. Let’s go Carlson, the babes are awaiting for this. And he held his dick as if he thought it would jump out of his pants. Hanging with Randy, I learned I was a prize. After dealing with my wife, she made me think that no one wanted me. She did a job on me especially when she bought me a pair of mom jeans and I was stupid enough to wear them.

After I hired Randy and we hung out together, I began to act differently, when I dressed different. Randy and I went shopping and he helped