All of the short stories written on Erotica Lust are by Goran Radanovic. They are erotic, fun, entertaining and may even make you laugh.
The sweat from my forehead circumvented my eyebrow and slid down my cheek as I applied the facade to the building. We had done a magnificent job, and I was certain that a bi-annual bonus was imminent. Although construction work
Jack walked into the steak house with a bouquet of roses. He smiled at Layla on approach and told her she looked more beautiful than in her photos after introducing himself. They met on a dating site, which was Layla’s last hope
Greg’s favourite Sunday night spot was Garden Square. French-style cafés were tucked underneath the renaissance buildings, surrounding the square, and a big projector screen advertised the plays
I can’t believe that 2022 is almost over. It seems every year flies by quicker. I guess that’s how it feels when you age, and I’m 39 next year. This was one of the best years of my life. I received lucrative work that helped me get out of debt
“Brad,” said a blonde with green eyes, walking towards me at the mall on Friday night. Her raised eyebrows and curled lips told me that Brad had given it to her just the way she wanted it. I quickly looked over my shoulder to make sure
Jeffrey Walcott graduated as one of the top students in economics at Harvard. He furthered his studies by obtaining a Masters in Economics, helping him land a job at a top investment firm on Wall Street.
After 15 years in sales, Joe had saved up enough money to pursue his passion for writing. He wrote a sales book and took it on tour across the U.S., starting with small towns to test his marketing strategy before targeting big cities.
Shanice cuddled up in the corner of her bed, her chin resting on her knees as her arms wrapped around her shins. Tears slid down her face as she felt her best days would be spent thinking about how her family had fallen apart.
I scheduled the body wax for 6 pm. It gave me enough time to be punctual after work. I knew Fahmida closed the shop at 7 pm, so one hour was enough for her to rip the hairs off my entire body. I stormed into the shop at 6:20 pm, panting.
For the last three months, I tried to summon up the courage to ask Anika out. The shop closed at 10 pm daily, and I usually popped in about half an hour before closing. I knew that we would be alone, and we were.