To ask about your best and worst One Night Stand?

Went back to a man’s and he asked if I smoke. I said no, but then noticed a glass bong pipe thing on his bedside table. I thought it must be for cannabis. But no - he said it was for crystal meth. I (ridiculously, panicking) said: “but isn’t that bad for you?”. He replied: “I only do a little bit”.

Several minutes later (after trying to come up with a decent excuse) I managed to leave.

I’m sure he was fine, but crystal meth is a bridge too far for me

I’ve only ever had one.

He was absolutely gorgeous!!!!!

We met on a night out and we clicked instantly - he was mesmerising! Thankfully we spent so much time chatting we weren’t drinking so by the time we went to his we were both still sober so I think that probably contributed to the night being amazing.

In hindsight though I can’t believe I was stupid enough to go back to the house of a stranger. I was young though (23 I think) so that’s my excuse 🤣

Only had one ONS, decided it was something I wanted to try after a hard divorce.

Cracking date, had such a laugh, lots of good sex, and thought that would be it. We both knew we weren't each other's type but we got on like a house on fire. A few weeks later we started chatting again, we've become really good friends. We've never gone back to anything sexual, not even flirting, and both gone onto other relationships. We've met each other's partners, friends and families. Always funny to explain to others that we're friends who met on Tindr, but a ONS led to a valued friendship. Meeting for dinner and a catch up tomorrow in fact. Failed at the ONS assignment though 😁

Can't think of one best but have had a few where it's been good sex and then perfectly nice 'OK, bye' afterwards. TBH the best part for me anyway was always when you met/flirted etc and you knew you were going home together. That sense of anticipation is one of the best feelings around IMO.

Worst was the specimen who, when I wanted him to go down on me, froze, looked petrified, muttered, 'I don't do that,' gathered his things and scuttled off.

I have to say there are some on here that are rape/sexual assault rather than bad ONS.

I'm sure the ships passing in the night ones where two people just click at a hotel bar knowing they have one night together, have great sex and both will think upon it fondly are romantic.

Copping off with Dave at the pub because nobody else was there that either of you particularly fancied and him pissing off afterwards not so much.

After all, if you really liked each other it would be the beginning of your relationship not a ONS.

There's usually alcohol involved, too.

That's not how sexy showers go, by definition

I don't think I'd like to revisit my worst, as it wasn't my finest hour (got too drunk, was sick at some point and on my period and got a tampon stuck up there. Oh and he was a family friend 🤦‍♀️ )

Best - we met via Fab, stayed in a swanky hotel and had the hottest sex of my life. I'll spare the details given this isn't the sex forum! Repeated this once more, stayed vaguely in touch but for one reason or another didn't meet again.

Well they aren't are they? I think it's meant to sound romantic but it just sounds like they didn't understand the assignment.

@Tiredheifer yes he was in his 40s! Had a motorbike. Also pretty sure he hadn't taken any help with viagra etc. Never come across anyone like him before or since (if you'll excuse the pun)!

Only ever had one many, many moons ago. We were both 19 and on a residential, work induction course for supermarket trainee managers.

He'd seemed really nice and kind, so I went for it against my better judgement. His knowledge of pleasuring a woman was woeful and the sex was horribly awkward, though we did chat afterwards.

Next morning couldn't find him at breakfast and when I saw him at the station as we were leaving, he totally blanked me and looked right through me like I didn't exist. Although I hadn't imagined it going anywhere, I was really upset at the callousness.

Even worse about 6 months later the cheeky fucker phoned me up (having got my number from our employer) and asked if I'd like to hook up as he'd be in my area!!

Worst:

Newly single from a long term relationship so was out to have fun. Was away from home for the night but not too far away but staying in a Hotel so I could have a few drinks. Fella came back to my room, ONS and in the morning it was the usual 'that was fun, thanks, see you around' Went home to my small new house that I had only been in for a few weeks since splitting with my ex. Next day was stood in my kitchen window which overlooked the street and my ONS came out of the house opposite!!! I mean, what are the chances? 😂Turns out he lived directly opposite me and until the previous night we had never seen each other. We clocked one another and he looked petrified. After a while it was very obvious that he lived with a woman that he had very obviously cheated on. Spent the next 6 months avoiding each other 😬I then moved into a new rental and never saw him again.

Best: I married him 😜

Sweaty pub crotch 🤣🤣🤣

Was he a younger bloke? Doesn't sound like many men in their 40s I know...

Worst ONS was when i was younger, holiday in Magaluf with friends, got separated and ended up going back to some hotel room with this random guy i met. In the morning i woke up and he and his friends were there non of them could speak English, never again, had a bit of a walk back to my hotel in my clubbing clothes at like 11am in the morning.

Best was at a wedding reception, met a couple a really clicked with them ee chatted for most of the night had a few drinks together and carried on back at their room. Totally unplanned but a lovely experience i still do keep in contact with them just a friends.

In recent years I have occasionally used Tinder to scratch the divorced single mum itch. Have met maybe half a dozen men, and two stand out for opposite reasons.

Worst wants someone who was significantly larger in real life than in the photos. Not necessarily a deal breaker but it restricted his mobility. That combined with an unbelievably squeaky hotel bed meant that we could only do it doggy style on the floor. Made me feel like a piece of meat, but luckily it was over very quickly. I think we both knew we'd never contact one another again.

Best was one I still think about five years on. He was so smiley from the very first moment, great kisser, gentle. We had lovely sex, he was attentive and it just felt wonderful and safe and we both came and it was glorious. Afterwards we just lay on top of the duvet staring at the ceiling for ages just chatting. It was fab. We tried to meet again but circumstances and COVID meant that we couldn't. Oh well.

Calling somebody you've been with twenty years a one night stand is absurd. It just means they slept together immediately (nothing wrong with that).

It's just an attempt by a person to sound risqué when actually they've a very normal, functional, stable and ordered relationship.

Gets on my wick.

A wonder if anyone’s going to comment on a new best or worst ONS tomorrow 🤔

How can these be one night stands if the people are still together?

One night stands are by definition ships passing in the night scenarios or a dreadful mistake never to be repeated.

Arh, but some people need to believe this to look down on other women 😀

Worst was a much older man when I was 18. I changed my mind and he more or less told me there was no backing out. I gave in to avoid being raped.

There were no best ones. I've had a few and honestly, none of 'em were good. I think I'm too anxious for good one-off sex.

I genuinely only ever had lovely ONS. Definitely one I very stupidly let slip through my fingers.

My best one night stand - a drunken uni night out in 1999, bumped into a gorgeous boy on the dance floor… 27 years later, 4 children later, and the one night stand is still going!

Worst - the sex was bad anyway, but as he “finished” he let out what was quite possibly the loudest, longest fart known to man.

I call them auditions not one night stands. Lots of them didn’t get the callback

Crikey I've had loads. I used to l-o-v-e rounding off hours dancing at a rave E'd off my face with hours shagging some gorgeous guy, chatting and smoking spliffs.

No regrets but no lasting memories or feelings about it either. Just sort of... Nothing.