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- Herausgeber: tredition
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
Step into a realm of forbidden pleasures and incandescent desires with Emily White's irresistible collection of erotic stories. Immerse yourself in a universe where captivating narratives seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations in pure anime style. Each word is a fervent whisper, and every stroke is a visual invocation that transforms fantasy into tangible reality. This collection is not for the faint of heart; it's a provocative invitation to delve into the unexplored depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that quicken the heartbeat. The illustrations are sensual portals, ushering you into dimensions where every hidden desire finds expression without remorse. Are you prepared to cross the threshold into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be transported into a realm where sin melds with art, and art dances harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire. Lift the cover and get ready for an intense experience fueled by the flame of passion. This isn't just a collection; it's your exclusive ticket to a dimension of anime eros, narrated with mastery and illustrated with ardor by Emily White.
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A Doctor’s Love
Hot Erotic Short Stories Illustrated with
Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
Copyright © 2023 by Emily White
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.
Printing and distribution: Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany
Inhalt
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Introduction
A Flower for You
A Doctor's Love
First Lesbian Experience with a Real Sex Goddess
A Doctor’s Love
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Introduction
Introduction
First Lesbian Experience with a Real Sex Goddess
A Doctor’s Love
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INTRODUCTION
Welcome to a captivating journey where my enthralling stories seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations that redefine the very essence of desire in the world of hentai erotica.
Within the secret pages of these forbidden tales, I invite you to immerse yourself in a fiery universe of unrestrained passion. Every word is a whispered moan, and each illustration is a visual embrace that transforms the realms of fantasy into tangible reality.
This collection is not for the faint of heart. It's a bold manifesto, an invitation urging you to delve into the dark depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that promise to quicken the rhythm of your heart. The illustrations are provocative gateways, guiding you into sensual dimensions where every hidden desire finds its expression without remorse.
Are you ready to plunge into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages themselves transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be carried away into a realm where sin transforms into art, and art seamlessly merges harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire.
Lift the cover and prepare for an experience ignited by the flame of passion. This is not just another collection; it's your exclusive ticket to the boldest manifestations of anime eros, written masterfully by me, Emily White.
A FLOWER FOR YOU
I'm lying on the bed, I turn to the window to look at the storm that suddenly hit the city, it almost seems like my mood is projected into reality in the form of the storm.
I close my eyes and think of him, I see his beauty, his charm, the grace with which he moves, and his ability to always find something to intrigue me. I reciprocate by bringing him up, swirling him in a spell of pleasure, it all seemed almost natural.
Images of the past pass through my mind, I met him one evening, in a well-known club on the Neapolitan hill, at Laura's birthday party. His eyes were like those of a lion, his eyelids slowly squinting, and he had a penetrating gaze similar to that of a man looking at a naked woman from a mirror on his body.
He looked like a timeless person, covered in a delicate, gray, close-fitting suit to the point that you could see his legs strong from so many hours of gymnastics. All of this gave him such a confident air that it excited me.
I looked like a dumb teenager in shock, who was lucky enough to see her idol live at a concert. That's the feeling I felt, a little girl with no barriers, a tender prey in the jaws of the lion king.
"I can't resist and I absolutely have to fight back, I have a feeling I'm going to be yet another sacrificial victim for his pleasure," I think with a hint of flirtatiousness. So I let myself fall in a sensual way on the armchair, I look at him waiting for him to meet my gaze, I cross my legs slowly with a wide movement that he follows absentmindedly with the corner of his feline eye, I wear a black silk dress with a wide slit up to the attack of the thigh, and that movement reveals them almost completely.
I like the man I have in front of me, he is able to give me relief, a joy difficult to contain, it rises in me and explodes in my guts making me want to transmit it to him, who looks at me enchanted and proud to have convinced me to follow him in his game.
He doesn't know yet that he's up against a hungry lioness and now I have to make him understand that he'll have to give his best to quench my craving.
While I was thinking about all this, I must have gotten so distracted that I lost sight of it.
"Where will he have gone" I ask myself with a hint of nervousness , blaming myself for not being vigilant. With so many available women around, hormones raging, who were surely already sharpening their nails to tear him apart. As I continued with my mental pathurias, I was awakened by the sound of the phone messaging, I opened my evening bag, picked up the phone and saw no name, just a phone number.
"It's going to be the usual advertising," I thought testily, since the message at that moment was a disruptive element, and I couldn't afford to give any advantage to the competition, women walking around loquaciously and meowing like cats in heat.
