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Indulge in an Unforgettable Journey of Passion and Temptation with Emily White's Erotic Masterpiece! Step into a captivating world where seduction knows no bounds in Emily White's latest collection of scintillating erotic stories, enriched with enchanting hentai illustrations. Immerse yourself in a universe where each word is a whispered promise, and every brushstroke is a visual enchantment that brings fantasies to life in pure hentai style. This collection is a daring invitation to explore the uncharted depths of desire, where pleasure unfolds with audacious strokes and details that will quicken your heartbeat. The carefully crafted hentai illustrations serve as sensuous portals, transporting you into dimensions where every hidden fantasy finds unabashed expression. What to Expect: - A Fusion of Literary Mastery and Sensual Artistry - Explicit and Alluring Hentai Illustrations - Stories That Explore the Boundaries of Lust and Fantasy - A Whirlwind of Seduction and Temptation This isn't just a collection; it's your exclusive ticket to a dimension of hentai eros, meticulously narrated and ardently illustrated by Emily White. Lift the cover and prepare for an intense experience fueled by the flame of passion. Caution: This Collection is Not for the Faint of Heart. Are You Ready to Cross the Threshold?
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A Sex Party
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
Copyright
Copyright © 2024 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
Table of Contents
1.Copyright
2.Table of Contents
3.Introduction
1.Coven
2.Unbridled and exciting end of the year
3.From a simple preview to a sex party
4.There were only two of us
4.Thank You!
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.
Coven
I admit that she was not a beauty. Thin, petite and pale, always dressed in black, with her hair cut short and deliberately tousled... No, Salome was not a regular beauty, but she had a special charm. I could not define it, a certain morbidness difficult to define. Besides, I was not in the mood for delicacies: I was about to graduate from university and I had not yet managed to deflower myself... at least not completely. A few dalliances, yes, but none completely unconsummated; and since I wasn't inclined to go to professionals -like some of my friends-, well....
So when Salomé, after a class, invited me to that party, I didn't hesitate. There was a chance to get wet, I thought. I don't deny that I was surprised by the proposal - a black mass?! It turns out that the girl was into Satanist stuff and such. To tell the truth, seeing her somewhat gothic style and that disturbing air, it wasn't so strange either. I assumed that it was a group of friends who would organize parties dressed in black leather and sinister make-up to listen to satanic rock and smoke a few joints. The plan didn't sound bad, especially when the word orgy came out of Salome's mouth. I tried not to get too excited, as I had been to other college parties that promised all kinds of debauchery and then sex was conspicuous by its absence, but it still awakened my fantasies. On the other hand, the way Salomé explained it to me, approaching me until our bodies brushed, with a more than obvious sexual innuendo in her tone and in her gaze, made me horny -for which it doesn't take much, really-.
As soon as she left I rushed to the bathroom to jerk off. The little slut had made me so horny that I came right away. I imagined Salome's slim, pretty body, naked before me, her little breasts covered by my hands and the curly black pubic hair standing out against the whiteness of her skin; my fingers sliding between her thighs, caressing the tender flesh of her pussy lips, fiddling with the erect clitoris and slipping into the soaked grotto of her vagina. I pounded her eagerly, vehemently, and semen spurted out against the porcelain of the trinket.
I wiped my dick with toilet paper, closed my fly and looked at the time on my cell phone. Shit, I was late for Statistics class!
***
I spent the rest of the week fantasizing about the Saturday evening, without suspecting that my imagination paled before the reality that awaited me. When the day arrived, I met Salomé at a bar downtown, one of those old bars that had been refurbished in a cool way. I tried to hide my anxiety by concentrating on the banal conversation we had -she seemed to be very relaxed- and at nightfall we went to the meeting place.
It was an old, secluded mansion on the outskirts of the city. It was for sale, apparently, in a real estate agency owned by one of the participants in the coven. When we arrived, most of the participants were already there. Spread out in the garden, among cocktails and canapés, it seemed more like a nondescript social event than a satanic act. Salomé, of whom I had a rather withdrawn image, was completely at ease in that atmosphere; even more surprising when most of those people seemed far removed from her social environment. She could recognize among them some of the city's personalities: businessmen, politicians, artists and even some distinguished members of the university community.
Soon after, we were told to enter the house. Divided by sexes, we were distributed in different rooms and each of us was provided with a black cloth tunic with a hood, which we put on after taking off all our clothes. I was struck by this point of modesty and good manners: separating men and women to change, when we were preparing for an orgy. I guess liturgy is important in all confessions, including the satanic ones.
Once we were ready, we all went to the main hall, a huge room that in its moment of splendor must have looked stately; it had been conditioned as a temple with candelabras with the typical black candles, equally dark fabrics decorated with strange symbols, an improvised altar on an imposing and appropriate marble table and in the center of the room, painted on the floor, inevitably, a large pentagram full of cryptic symbology.
The scenography achieved its effect. The relaxed and joyful atmosphere that reigned among those present changed once inside the temple. Silence and solemnity took over us, especially when the priestess entered the room. Sheathed in the wide scarlet robe and covered by the hood, like all of us, I could not guess her appearance, but by her voice and her movements I guessed her to be a woman of about thirty years old. She began the ceremony, employing a kind of latinajo and great theatricality to enact a ceremony that mimicked, in an ostensibly sinister and somewhat parodic manner, a Catholic mass. Nevertheless, his voice was captivating, hypnotic; it was impossible not to be swayed by its vibrations. At one point, as a communion, he handed us some chalices from which we drank a broth whose flavor I could not identify -I hope it was not blood, I remember thinking-. I immediately felt my body temperature rise and a pleasant dizziness took over my mind. All affected by the same sensations, a strong sexual influx took over the atmosphere of the temple.
Then, at an order from the priestess, they all shed their robes. I imitated them, excited. As in a dream, dozens of naked bodies in the flickering candlelight began to seek each other out, to sway and rub against each other, dancing to the beat of an inaudible, dense, sexual music that we all felt echoing inside our heads. At last! I exclaimed from somewhere in my dull brain, "The dream of my life: an orgy!
***
Some joined in pairs, others in threesomes, as if following a previously memorized script, men and women were grouping together, beginning to kiss, caress, suck, nibble... I remained stunned, looking around me without quite believing it. Then Salome came closer, took my hand and kissed me. She pressed her body, adorned with numerous tattoos, to mine. I could feel the heat boiling under her skin. I noticed her erect, ringed nipples rubbing against my chest. I placed my hands on her face, caressed her neck and shoulders, and moved down the smooth curve of her back until I reached her ass. Her buttocks were small, round and firm. I caressed them, grabbed them, squeezed them and slipped my fingers between them, sliding them into the warm slit until I found the ring of her anus. One of my hands fiddled with it while the other continued its exploration up to the lips of the vagina, open and wet; inside it pulsed the clitoris pierced by a piercing -I knew it!
Her hands, meanwhile, caressed my body, sliding down my chest and descending to my abdomen; they played with my pubic hair and when they moved towards my cock, my heart almost burst out of my mouth. The last - and first - time a girl had touched my cock had been in the first year of my career, during the end-of-year party. Elisa -somewhat chubby, with red hair, big and myopic eyes- was so drunk that after we had had sex, and when her hand was already inside my fly, she fell asleep like a fool. The next day, once we had calmed down, we decided that we were not right for each other.
Salome stroked my cock softly and slowly, going all over it as if she wanted to familiarize herself with it, to know in depth every bulge, every fold and every veiny meander. He stroked the entire length of the shaft, followed the roughness of the foreskin and slid his fingertips along the taut frenulum to the glans. She dipped one of her fingers in the drop of semen emerging from the urethra and took it into her mouth, licking it lubriciously. I became tremendously horny.
Will you introduce me to your guest?
The voice startled me, concentrated as I was in the delicious cataract of sensations that assaulted me. It was the priestess who had officiated the black mass. Stripped of her robe, completely naked, she was an impressive woman. She had a very different physique from Salome. Tall, dark, with a spectacular mane of shiny black hair that fell over her back forming soft undulations. Her powerful anatomy seemed to be formed by a myriad of impossible curves, long legs with round thighs, wide hips that formed a perfect ass, slim waist and big tits, natural and juicy. She reminded me of one of those carnal and racial actresses of post-war Italian cinema -a maggiorata-, but wrapped in an evil halo that gave her an erotic, wild, animal attraction. I stood admiring her, spellbound.
Of course, my lady," replied Salome respectfully but with insinuating brazenness. This is my friend Martin, a classmate of mine. Martin, this is Lilith, High Priestess of our Church.
Martin," his voice sounded like a hiss curling around my name, "I'm glad you decided to join our little congregation.
I stammered like an idiot. It's a pleasure, ma'am.
Don't just stand there, man! said Salome in a mocking tone. Pay your respects.
With a gesture, she urged me to kneel in front of Lilith, who spread her legs and her pussy opened like a pink and wet flower. Mesmerized by the sight I approached her and placed my head between her thighs. I brought my mouth close to her vulva and I could feel the heat emanating from inside her and inhaled the strong smell that made my senses go crazy. I placed my lips on hers and kissed that tender and exciting flesh; soft and delicate at first, I increased the pressure until I devoured the flow that soaked the vagina. My tongue explored her interior, slid all over the throbbing orography and searched for the clitoris that reigned in that delicious cavern. Hearing that exceptional woman purr with pleasure, I felt a pang of pride. This is going well, Martin," I said to myself, "For not being an expert, you're not bad at all!
