All of the short stories written on Erotica Lust are by Goran Radanovic. They are erotic, fun, entertaining and may even make you laugh.
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
I looked at the cute blonde coming our way, but she looked right past me and smiled at George. He winked at her, and she blushed. What is it about this guy that women love so much? Sure, he was good-looking, tall and fit, but I wasn’t that bad either. The blonde wasn’t the only …
After the kids graduated from university, Quinton and I had the house to ourselves. I thought that would spice up our sex life, but it resulted in me being lonelier. Quinton started going out more with his friends, spent more time away on business trips and less time at home
“Look at the ass on her,” said my colleague as he nudged me and watched Amy walk back to her office. “Working for a hot boss is the only thing I like about this place,” he added. I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t noticed her ass, but I enjoyed working for Amy …
Oh, my God. No, not now. I felt my dick get harder as my heart raced and mouth dried. Sweat formed on my hairline, and my breathing got deeper. This can’t be happening now. It felt like a repeat from high school when I did a speech in front of the class and then ran …
“You’re an absolute bitch,” I said to Mandy during our quarrel. She hired me to assist her in managing the finance department. During the interview, she alluded to the excessive work that she could not handle. I needed the job since mom kicked me out of the house after telling me that
“Ms Fontainbleu, my verdict is thirty-six hours of community service. Failure to complete will result in a two-year prison sentence.” There were consequences for my hatred for men. That was the second time I appeared before a judge for road rage. The chauvinistic pigs, whom society