She was drawn to him like a magnet, and he caught her in his tanned arms. She allowed herself to be put down gently on the warm rocks. The rays of the sun tasted her skin, tickled the little hairs on her naked legs. “I see there’s need for some trimming here as well,” he said softly as he stroked her calves with one of his fingertips. She felt the hard bedrock under her body. It made a pleasurable contrast to his gentle touch....
Lust - Swedish Erotica is a compilation of 11 erotic short stories about endless lust, passion and desire. Modern erotica written by a woman for women(men will enjoy it just as much!) These tell-all tales of sexual hunger, arousing unexpected meetings, joyful experiences and infinite pleasure are a true turn on leaving your body and mind yearning for more.
She was incredibly horny now. So horny that it felt like she would come at any moment. But not yet. Not yet. She would enjoy this moment in the turquoise-blue bathroom for a long time. She already visualized how she would add this to her memory archive, in the folder entitled “Sexual Fantasies of the Highest Quality.”
"I have to go to him now. I walk over and trip on those cans, take his paintbrush away and pull my hand through his hair. I pull my hand through his hair, and it is thick and soft and it smells… what is that smell? Turpentine mixed with flower shampoo and a young boy, young man, hormones, something that smells so incredibly good, my husband never smells like that, now come here you dark-eyed man and kiss me, give yourself to me, release me, awaken me, paint me and immortalize me, imprint yourself on me."
There's never a wrong time for sex. It is never wrong to be satisfied, fulfilled, humped. Trust your instincts! You never know when you'll run into such eye candy again. She knew that she had to obey her sexual instincts. She couldn't let this man just disappear. He was an exceptionally sexy specimen. She knew that, after having sampled so many of them.
The interview was torture. She was beautiful in a teasing way, and whenever she licked her lips, shivers ran down his spine. He was unable to concentrate on anything other than trying to keep his dick in check. And it didn’t go that well. He felt certain that he wouldn’t be landing this job.
"The story line lacks substance"
“Spirit in the glass, are you familiar with that?” asked the man whose name she still didn’t know. He didn’t wait for her response, but kept talking to her. “This is a Ouija board. Of the more advanced kind. Let’s not waste any time. It’s almost midnight, and it is at this hour that the spirits are most eager … ” She nodded mutely and sank down next to the board. All of the letters of the alphabet were represented, written inside of circles. But there were also other symbols. A tied, gagged woman. A woman on all fours....
She shut her eyes and visualized the girl wriggling in front of her, stroking herself while removing her top slowly, slowly. She wanted to sink down on her knees in front of her and let her fingertips brush against her dark nipples. Because surely her nipples had to be dark; she had a café-au-lait-colored complexion and resembled Halle Berry. Striptease is written by Clara Jonsson. It's straight to the point, sexy, and joyful! This story is also featured in the book LUST - Swedish erotica Erotic short stories.
She was dressed in a black corset that firmly lifted her white, soft breasts. Laced garters and latex boots with necks reaching up to her thighs. Long black gloves and a wide, black silk band with a twinkling green rock wrapped tightly around her neck. Her mouth was red and moist as she let the pink tip of her tongue tickle her front teeth and placed her hands on her hips. “Well?” she said, and this time there was no doubt in her voice.
Bea leaned lightly against the windowsill, with her back to Henrik. She pushed her butt out. At the same time, Anna kneeled behind her and slowly removed the panties. Bea spread her legs slightly. She put her hands on her butt and began to stroke herself. Her butt was plump and a little wide. The cheeks glowed at Henrik in the breaking light of dawn, and he thought they were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.
She had walked past the little shop several times, but never dared to enter. There was erotic underwear hanging in the window. Bottles of massage oil. Books about sex. She presumed that the toys she wanted would be in there, but she felt too shy to venture inside. “Tomorrow,” she thought, and hurriedly continued on with a mopey look. “I don’t have… time today.” She had thought of buying a vibrator for quite some time....
They had met on a dating site. Her nickname was Diana. That’s what she preferred to call herself online. She described herself as a blonde woman in her 30s. She explained that she got turned on by men of power and prestige. That she was a size 38 with a 95-centimeter chest. Her real name was of no interest. She lived her life online, met men, had sex there occasionally. Cybersex. It worked out well.