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 sighed as I slumped onto the sofa after the second date this week. Taking chances on every Dick, Tom and Harry had become exhausting, not to mention expensive. I had to get a taxi every time to meet men since I didn’t want to risk getting in their car. It’s not like I had …
The residents of Forest Valley Golf Estate were proud to inhabit one of the most sought-after real estates in the country. The arduous, costly and time-consuming process of applying to the board resulted in the residents being on their best behaviour
I closed my eyes and slumped my head at my desk to sneak in a quick nap. My eyelids shot up as Nancy walked in and said, “You really should get some rest. The patients are going to be fine without you for a few hours. No one’s going to die.” I smiled as I …
After chatting up two blondes at the hotel lounge, I decided to head to the usual Friday spot. It was a pub next to the stock exchange offices. The bouncer held up his hand, indicating that I should wait for the people who walked in to squeeze in through the throng before letting me in.
I loved being daddy’s little girl, even though I was in college. Dad and I had always shared a special bond, and he was the last person I would dream of disappointing. He spoiled me with gifts and stood up for me when mom wanted to fight with me. Ugh. She can be such a …
I sighed as Mark walked out of the door. Sure, he banged me good, but I had plenty of that. I needed something much more risky, adventurous and fun. The only thing I could think of that would excite me was getting my freak on in public places. A smile appeared on my face as …
It would be an understatement for me to say that I loved sex. I’ve always been obsessed with it. I mean, who isn’t? I had been shy for most of my life, but that changed once I got to college. A few days after my 19th birthday, my history lecturer, Mr Zensky, told me to …
I looked down onto 5th Avenue from my 30th-floor penthouse. Cars had saturated the roads, and pedestrians formed a throng that looked like they were moving at a snail pace. As I grabbed the railing and scanned the skyscrapers, I noticed in my peripheral that my jacuzzi was bubbling up like
“It’s not even a shock anymore, Harry.” “Come on, Kristen. Don’t be like that.” “Oh, so now, I’m the guilty one?” “We’ll talk about this when I get home.” Kristen hung up, feeling despondent about ever rekindling the spark in their marriage. They were supposed to meet up for dinner, but Harry
Another weekend, another club. Bar-hopping and checking out the latest club had become my routine for the last several months. I had pretty much given up on finding the man of my dreams after my ex of three years cheated on me. Despite feeling exasperated, I kept a little hope