"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

　　“Did you go out last night, my dear?” asked my grandmother while we had breakfast in the restaurant the following morning.


　　Without looking up from my eggs I shook my head. “No, I watched some TV and then fell asleep.”


　　“Oh, I could have sworn I heard the door open.”


　　I had left Anabelle at just after three in the morning and had been as quiet as possible. But after another two bottles of wine and more sex, I must have fucked up and made some noises. My head was hurting and I had already taken two pills. I reached for my coffee and drank it all, burning my mouth.


　　We decided to see the Louvre that morning and then take a cruise on the river in the evening with dinner on board. I was dying to see Anabelle again. We had decided to meet in the corridor on my floor just before midnight. The last thing she did before going home each night was to collect the empty trays and dirty plates people left outside their doors on the three floors she covered.


Chapter 44