"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."
Story 1 The Girl Next Door
In the following story, a young man has his first sexual experience.
Chad prepared himself for the jump and at the precise moment he lifted the handlebar of his Mountain Bike and it flew off the sidewalk and landed perfectly on the street. He continued peddling as hard as he could and a few minutes later he came to a screeching halt on the driveway to the house where he lived with his parents.
He got off the bike and put it against the wall and then doubled over breathing hard. He was sweating profusely from the heat and from exercising. After a few minutes, he began stretching his legs and then arms. While he did so a small truck drove down the street and stopped in front of the two-story house across from Chad.
While he watched two men began carrying furniture to the house and leaving it on the lawn. Chad walked over to them and when he was close enough he called out, "Hi guys."
The bigger of the two turned and said, "Hi."
"New owners?" said Chad.
"Yeah, they will be here any minute."
"OK."
He walked back to the house and went inside where he found his mother in the kitchen.
"Hi, Mom."
She turned and smiled at her son. "Hi, honey. How was the ride?"
"Good, I am so thirsty," he said and opened the fridge.
He took out a carton of OJ and his mother gave him a glass. After finishing half of the content in the carton he said, "we are getting new neighbors."
"Oh? That's nice. It's about time someone moved it. The house has been empty sin Mrs. Crawford died last year."
"I hated that woman."
"Well, she was different, I guess."
"Crazy, not different. Where is Dad?"
"Out in the garden, I suppose, where he usually is on a Sunday."
Chad left his mother preparing lunch and went out into the garden looking for his father. He found him pruning the rose bushes on his hands and knees.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you give me a ride into town later on?"
"What for?"
"I need to buy new shoes, school starts tomorrow."
His father got up and brushed off the dirt from his pants. "Sure, I guess I could."
"Thanks."
After taking a shower Chad put on a pair of clean shorts and a T-shirt. While he stood looking out the window a sleek BMW drove up and stopped behind the truck. A woman and a man got out and walked up to the two men still moving furniture. A few seconds later the backseat door opened and a young woman stepped out. She wore large black sunglasses, a short white summer dress, and sandals on her feet. She shook out her honey blonde hair and took off the sunglasses.
Chad stood transfixed staring at her. He had never seen anything like this woman before. He estimated she was around his age or early twenties. While he watched she turned and looked the way the car had come. Then she walked towards the house.
Chad could see the outline of her ass under the thin fabric of her dress and when she had turned he had noticed her large boobs bounce a little. She wasn't wearing a bra that was for sure.
While he watched her walk the twenty yards, to what he guessed were her parents, his cock grew hard in his shorts. He hadn't jerked off in two days he realized.
Chad was still a virgin at eighteen. Not by his own choice but because he hadn't met a girl willing to have sex with him yet. When he had dated Lucy Marsden they had only made out and she had let him touch her tits, but she never jerked him off or gave him a blow job. They had broken up a month earlier because she had moved out of town with her parents. Chad didn't miss her very much. She was alright, but kind of boring, and not interested in sex.
The young woman and her parents went into the house and closed the door. Chad sighed and went downstairs to have lunch with his parents.
Amanda Dixon stood in the empty hall and looked around her. There was dust on the floor and there was a smell in the air. It took her a while to realize what it was. It smelled of old people. She remembered it from visiting her grandmother in the retirement home when she was a kid. There was a staircase leading up to the second floor and she walked towards it.
"Honey, where are you going? We need your help," her father said.
"You wanted to move here, so you and Mom can do the carrying."
When she reached the second floor she went from room to room. There were three bedrooms and a bathroom at the end of a dark hallway. She opened the door and peeked inside. It smelt of mildew and stale air.
Amanda chose the bedroom furthest away from the bathroom and closest to the staircase. It wasn't the largest but it had two windows from where she could see the street and the house across from hers. There was an expensive-looking bicycle leaning against the wall and a white Range Rover parked in the driveway. At least her neighbors had some dough, she thought.
The room was empty apart from an old desk with a wooden chair in front of it. When she sat down it creaked a little. She took her phone out of her purse and sent a few chats to her friends complaining about her new home.
She had left the city to move two hundred miles to this town because her father was going to be the new manager at a bottling company. She had fought with her parents begging them not to move. But it had been to no use. The money was better and it gave her mother the option of staying at home. She was a budding author with some success and she wanted to begin writing full time.
Chad left his plate on in the sink and said, "Let's go, Dad."
In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone’s shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. “Babe,” he crooned, “let’s go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything.”
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.