All of the short stories written on Erotica Lust are by Goran Radanovic. They are erotic, fun, entertaining and may even make you laugh.
I murmured, my vision blurry and my body feeling like somebody had beaten me with a bat after my ringing phone woke me up. It was 2:30 am. God, who is it now? It was an unfamiliar number. “Hello,” I said, groggily. “Hey, brotherman.”
I rolled my eyes after Mom told me that she wanted me to accompany her to Dad’s place for Thanksgiving. More than a decade later, she wanted us to act like we were a happy family who were never torn apart thanks to her promiscuous
“We’ve been quite forgiving of your previous misdemeanours because you’re a brilliant developer, Chrissy. But copying business information for personal use is a fireable offence. We can’t overlook this misconduct, so we’re gonna have to let you go
I pop my lips after applying red lipstick and smile in the mirror. Tonight’s the big night. I’m excited but also nervous. Everything should be fine. I check my purse to make sure I’ve got mints, my phone and car keys. Perfect.
The best day of the week for me is Sunday. My parents and I go to church and then have lunch. Mom usually spoils me with cake or other delicious desserts. She’s been doing that since I was a teenager and hasn’t stopped that tradition
On the way home from work after a long day, Brian picked up takeouts. Allegra wasn’t in the mood to cook again, so he had to feed the family. At home, he kissed his baby daughter, Angelica, before putting her into the cot. He smiled while admiring her, feeling like the luckiest man in the …
Mila reserved Sundays for tanning at the Bricken River Island. It was her only day off, and she used it to relax by herself. Men would often make remarks, trying to get her attention, but she swatted them away like flies.
Being cooped up in my house for fourteen hours a day for the last few weeks, working on a project, has driven me nuts. I needed an outlet to release all the pressure I felt from my job. Working from home has its perks
Steve holds up the mirror behind me, and I look at the flower on the right side of my back. I smile. He did a fantastic job. I always thought that the butterfly on my shoulder would be the only work I’d get on my body, but after seeing
Glen rubbed his nose and sniffed to get rid of any remnants. Sometimes one line wasn’t enough to get his head straight before a pitch. The magic powder helped to settle his nerves and make him feel like a million bucks. The advertising world was cutthroat