"Natasha Tsarina is a single mature woman who loves writing erotica. She has lived in Europe, the United States, and Central America. She has explored her sexual fantasies during her travels, which can wake up your sexual arousals in the scene. In the collection of her erotic stories, you get some fiction from reality that are mysteries you have to figure out from her experience.
Welcome to the erotic world of Natasha Tsarina, where everything goes around with love."

Passion Desire Lust

　　The next morning when I woke up I had the guilt trip of my life. I couldn’t blame it on booze since I hadn’t drunk that much. I couldn’t blame it on anything really, apart from suddenly becoming very horny. I lay there thinking about what I would say to Damon when I saw him. Should I play it casually or should I tell him what I felt? And what did I feel? Love? Not likely. Attraction? Yes, defiantly I did feel an attraction, on the simplest level, sexual attraction. As I lay there thinking I realized I never touched his cock the previous night or his body. He had kept his jacket on and when it was over I had left. I eventually got up and readied myself for the day. The alarm clock on the nightstand said it was only seven-thirty in the morning. When I left the room, I was dressed in a pair of Lycra shorts, and a big T-shirt. My blonde hair was in a ponytail. The seminar began at eight-thirty so I had time for a good breakfast.


Chapter 20