All of the short stories written on Erotica Lust are by Goran Radanovic. They are erotic, fun, entertaining and may even make you laugh.
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
The dry spell has exhausted me mentally, physically and emotionally. I’ve had enough. Almost two years have passed since I’ve had action, and I can’t take it anymore. I find myself yelling at people in the traffic for small things
I smelt the flowers and then opened up the Swiss chocolates that Ethan imported. He always spoiled me for my birthday. My best friend, Maggie, smiled at me. She tried her best to be happy for me, but I knew she was secretly jealous of me.
Watching Mom struggle to make ends meet for us on her own broke my heart. I hated seeing her take on all the burden of raising me by herself and worrying about paying the rent every month and putting food on the table.
It’s been three years since I divorced that demon. I couldn’t stand her. All she did was complain about my slight weight gain, that I worked all the time and spent little time with her. I love my business, but I also worked long
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.