All of the short stories written on Erotica Lust are by Goran Radanovic. They are erotic, fun, entertaining and may even make you laugh.
My cheeks bloated as angst had built up inside of me, and I wanted to blow it out. A long week at work made my sexual frustration even worse. The only thing that could make me feel better was my dick inside a pussy.
The last straw was almost being raped while sleeping on a park bench. Before that, I was mugged three times and followed by some creeps on several occasions. I thought I was tough enough to handle the streets
I couldn’t remember the last time I went out on a Friday. Then again, I couldn’t remember the last time I went out. I guess I was self-conscious of my bulging belly, shaggy hair and scruffy beard. Mom had taught me that our outward appearance
It was 3 am, and I found myself driving around aimlessly after the bars had closed at 2 am. Only two drunk losers had approached me, and even though I was desperate for a hard bang, I wanted someone who wasn’t potentially going to throw up
After being away for eight years, Nick returned to his little hometown, Hilltop. Everybody in the town knew each other. They considered themselves as one big family, and the community came together when one of the residents needed financial
I arrived at Big Bear late Friday night. The drizzle had transformed into a downpour about two kilometres away from the cabin, and I drove slowly as my wipers struggled to clear the onslaught of the storm from my windshield.
The plane shuddered, and Mandelin grabbed my arm and rested her head on my shoulder. “Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s normal for this to happen. The plane stabilised before the descent, and she looked out of the window.
As a teenager, George worked in his family-run shop, Pizza Blaze. His family had the business for three generations and were preparing him to take over after he graduated high school. Now at 25, George had run
After Mandelin hung up, she put one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “That was the boutique owner where I reserved my wedding dress. They sold it to another customer by mistake.” Her eyebrows
The following morning at work, I saw Craig emptying his desk. “What you up to?” I asked. “I just got retrenched.” “What?” “HR told me that they didn’t need me anymore.” “They said that?” He pursed his lips.