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 peered and mumbled. My head feels like it’s holding up a ton of bricks. What happened? Where am I? I put my hand on my head and try to raise it from the pillow but to no avail. It’s too heavy. I wanna go back to sleep
The best part about my job is travelling the world and analysing company processes to make them more efficient and cost-effective. I love what I do, and I’m damn good at it. That’s the reason I’ve consulted for most of the 500 biggest companies
Another late afternoon that I have to spend at the campus, completing some stupid informatics test, unrelated to my degree. But I have to do it because the university requires it to get my credits. Another way of saying, they want money
Some women get everything they want. Trisha is one of those girls. In her late thirties, she was fifteen years into her mining engineering career. She was intelligent, friendly and financially well-off. But she had one problem.
My mother’s health had worsened in the last few months. I have been by her side for a year, providing everything she needed. Whether it was medication, food recommended by doctors and therapy, I funded it.
My smart watch informs me of a notification. It’s an escort’s best friend. Lots of crazies out there. My location feeds directly to the security company I hired to protect me. And when I scream for help, the watch automatically dials 911
“My husband and I have been in an open relationship for the past two years, Doctor.” “Interesting. And how is that working out for the two of you?” They look at each other and smile. “At first, I wasn’t certain that I could handle
*ELAINE TELLS THE STORY* “And that’s a wrap,” yells the director. The cast and the crew applaud. We’re thrilled that we’ve wrapped up another successful project. Getting a behind-the-scenes look at how a movie comes together
Grant looked at the bill and inflated his cheeks before blowing out a long breath. “Wow. This place is so expensive.” I exhaled a silent sigh. The bill was $150. If we had gone out numerous times a month and he paid for dinner
“Oh, God, yes, right there,” I said, facing the bathroom wall before my face scraped it again. Jesus. I don’t even know his name. Ugh, who cares? It’s just for a few minutes to bang all the frustration out of me. It’s been a hell of a year