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 don’t know what I would do without my bestie, Charlotte. If it weren’t for her, I would’ve spent Friday night at home, probably watching movies. She called me out of the blue a few minutes ago and told me about a new joint that opened up.
The drive to the gym was always my favourite part of the day. The destination is my sanctuary where I sweat out the agony and the frustration that has built up inside of me, thanks to elderly customers needing me to explain the same thing five times.
Jeremy’s inability to do ten one-handed push-ups completely turned me off. He barely did five push-ups, and I managed to double his effort and do a walking handstand. Ugh! When am I ever going to meet a real man? Weak men
Magical places such as the Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe, the Grand Canyon in Arizona and the hundred other global locations I’ve visited have built up an impressive collage of my memories. Being exposed to different cultures and mindsets
My head hung after the supervisor called out my name. I knew that Melissa would be disappointed. Instead of taking the bus, I trudged home—anything to delay seeing the disdain on Melissa’s face. I didn’t know how to break the news to her
Technology has consumed most of my life since my early teens. I was always fascinated by a computer program’s ability to perform outstanding tasks and create industries. Indulging in my obsession has ostracized me from socials and relationships.
The final nail in the coffin was Tammy receiving the house. I thought I could survive paying alimony and child support, but the judge’s house ruling drained any spirit I had in the tank. Considering Tammy tore apart our family by having an affair
My puffed cheeks deflate as hot air blows out of my mouth. I look at the queue in front of me, shaking my head that I’m at the municipality for the third time in the last three months to correct an inaccurate charge for my electricity bill.
My eyes drifted from one sentence to the next. I seethed as I glared at the word choice, flow and structure. They were…perfect. How could somebody write so majestically? Moreover, it bothered me that her writing was significantly superior to mine.
I switched off my phone because putting it on silent didn’t deter Nikki from calling me for the umpteenth time. On so many occasions, I told her that I would call her when I wasn’t with clients. I noticed from the beginning that she was a bit crazy