Charlotte has only been working at Lothar's renowned art gallery for about a week when he asks her to go to an exhibition as a representative of the gallery. It is both an honour and a scary experience to mingle with so many talented people, especially when one is a recently graduated Art History student, and also a woman in a male-dominated world. When she sees the beautiful but objectifying paintings of half-naked women, she's not quite sure how she feels. Maybe that's why she gets so confused when the artist wants to hear her opinion and gives her his business card. She hadn't thought that he would be her age, nor that he would be so attractive. The business card is burning in her pocket, right until the time when she picks up her courage and calls him.
I got a text message. I shouldn't have looked at all. I grabbed my phone to switch off the sound ahead of time so it wouldn't disturb the meeting. But of course, I couldn't help checking the message:
'No other women can be as wet and as tight as you. Painful how much my body misses yours. P.'
That's not the kind of text you should receive right before stepping into an important meeting with your boss. How are you supposed to discuss a pay raise when all you can do is smile and think about the violent orgasms you reached with your previous boss, who suddenly has contacted you again? It's unbelievable hoe one text can turn your whole world upside down...
This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust. Her intention is to depict human nature and diversity through stories of passion, intimacy, lust and love in a fusion of powerful stories and erotica.
'Five men were jumping about in fur-clad trousers and were wearing bizarre animal masks. The masks looked a bit like the kind one might put on large dogs to keep them from biting. It also worked splendidly as a costume - for a faun.
It was my nymph fantasy.
It had come true.
The five fauns clearly took it as a sign that they should begin their ritual after I had looked at them. I could hear how their light footsteps became heavier.'
This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust. Her intention is to depict human nature and diversity through stories of passion, intimacy, lust and love in a fusion of powerful stories and erotica.
'My tongue had barely touched her other nipple when her breathing sounded as if she was about to have an orgasm.
'How big is the stone?' I asked.
She gasped: 'No more...'
I took her nipple in my mouth again. She was trembling like a leaf now, and I could easily unbutton her corsage. Her beautiful young breasts were perky, with hard and pointy nipples.
I jumped up on the bar next to her, leaned over her and repeated my question: 'How big is the stone?' '
When a struggling private detective is asked to meet a new client, a young woman, at a creepy bar, he agrees. He does not believe her sad story for a second, but she's sexy enough that he accepts the lie. Who knows if the sexy client had other things in mind...
This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust. Her intention is to depict human nature and diversity through stories of passion, intimacy, lust and love in a fusion of powerful stories and erotica.
'I had managed to calm down slightly, when, after five minutes or so, she appeared in the door to the bedroom. With her hair loose. Glasses gone. Red lipstick. And a lacy bodysuit, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath and that the rest of her body perfectly matched the firm butt I'd seen. As a kinky additional feature, she had put black tape over her nipples - in the shape of two crosses.'
This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust. Her intention is to depict human nature and diversity through stories of passion, intimacy, lust and love in a fusion of powerful stories and erotica.
Jenny decides, unwillingly, to sell her houseboat to be able to finance her anthropological research project in Malaysia. At first there doesn't seem to be any potential buyers, but one day as she stands outside, painting the boat, a handsomely dressed man shows up to look at the boat. But the boat is not the only thing he's admiring... He seems genuinely interested, and Jenny soon realizes that she is more interested in his body than his money...
This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust. Her intention is to depict human nature and diversity through stories of passion, intimacy, lust and love in a fusion of powerful stories and erotica.
'My legs could hardly hold me the way my entire body was shivering. I'm sure he could tell because he grabbed me and held me up while he took in my other nipple with his mouth and with his tongue.
I was seriously close to having an orgasm already.
He let go of me just before I did, and I had to stumble to find my balance by grabbing the chair behind me.
Doctor Andersen had turned to face his desk but over his shoulder, he said: 'Do feel free to get comfortable. I noticed that your nipples are working just as they should and that they are very sensitive.'
I got into the gynaecological chair.'
This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust. Her intention is to depict human nature and diversity through stories of passion, intimacy, lust and love in a fusion of powerful stories and erotica.
