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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 Special Couple
Hot Erotic Short Stories Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
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
Contents
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Gisèle
A Special Couple
A Special Couple
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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.
GISÈLE
At the time we were 30 years old, Gisèle my wife 30 and me 31, a couple with a blossoming sexuality, but very conventional, and then one day, everything changed to our great satisfaction. We were invited to the wedding of one of my childhood friends. For this occasion, Gisèle had worn, once again, this dress that I must admit put me in all my states and that put her particularly in the spotlight. Gisèle was of an average height, with brown hair with some auburn highlights and a pleasant physique of which an imposing chest was generally preserved, which quite often attracted the male gaze and even more often the hands and mouth.
On this occasion, she wore a long black dress, with a rather wise décolletage showing only the beginning of her breasts, with thin straps but leaving a good half of her back uncovered, preventing her from wearing a bra. Well made up, with her hair pulled back into a bun, her outfit was completed by a pair of rather classic shoes. Thus dressed, she was able to see her seduction in my eyes, which were devouring her. On the way to the ceremony, I couldn't help but caress her thigh, devoid of tights or stockings, through the thin fabric of her dress. She prevented me from continuing my caress further, claiming that we would not linger at the party and that the night would be filled with promising embraces. I accepted the omen…
The ceremony went rather mundanely, followed by a vin d'honneur served in the garden on that balmy June evening. We realized that we didn't know many people at the party, so we decided to leave as soon as possible. Dinner started off pleasantly, and at times, either my leg or my wife's leg would go to the other, creating an atmosphere of complicity between us. When the DJ started playing, I naturally invited Gisèle to dance. I hugged her as much as possible, which allowed me to feel the warmth of her belly and breasts against me. A flirtation began between us:
You look beautiful tonight, you know, you make me want to go!
I think I'm doing it on purpose, after all, I have urges too…'.
Oh yeah, like what?
'For you to take off my dress and kiss me all over'.
Everywhere?
'Yes, everywhere, I also want to feel your hands everywhere'.
Everywhere?
Yes everywhere" 'And then what?
'And what else?'
'I want to feel your sex'
"'Everywhere?
'Oh yes, everywhere.
"'Even here?'
I said quietly letting my hand slide over her buttocks.
'Yes'
She answered in a huff and snuggled into me, leaving me in no doubt as to how she intended to end the evening. I was a little surprised though, because while she didn't reject this type of penetration in the slightest, she wasn't an unconditional fan of sodomy either. I attributed this desire to the disturbance of feeling unusually nearly naked under her light clothes.
Now we were close enough and I was sure to caress her bare back, her waist, the hollow of her loins to the edge of the only underwear she wore. My hand went around her side, down to her waist. Sensing my intentions, she passed her hands around my neck, thus freeing access to one of her breasts whose underside my fingertips could now caress. For her part, she swayed slightly against me, her belly attached to mine, caressing the nape of my neck, amused by the turmoil she was causing in me and whose physical manifestation she could not ignore.
'My dear, I think I'm having an effect on you, if this keeps up we'll have trouble getting home' she said.
You're right, in fact I'm seriously thinking of stopping along the way.
What do you mean?
To find a quiet place, a small road, a parking lot, and so on.
And for what?" she asked, falsely quizzical
'I don't know, do you know a nice woman with a friendly mouth?
'Oh yes.'
'And where is she?'
'In your arms… until you're better…'.
The deal seemed done, and I was already waiting for her lips, whose sweetness I knew, and her tongue, whose skill I knew.
On the way back to our house we passed the groom arguing with one of his friends, whom he introduced to us, informing us both of our shared taste in computers.
The conversation began with Patrick who, in addition to being friendly, had an interesting and not humorless storage. I still saw him as an intruder who would surely delay our departure, who prevented me from enjoying Gisèle and also surprised him at times, not without a mixture of pride and annoyance, by looking at his bust.
He began a series of slowdowns and of course asked my permission to invite Gisèle to dance, which I could only grant him. They pulled away and started dancing. At one point, my gaze fell on the dancing couple and, no! I couldn't dream, Patrick's hand seemed to go over Gisele's rear end. As I looked more closely, I noticed that the hands were often changing positions on her bare back, but also a little lower. From my seat I could see that my wife didn't seem to notice anything and seemed to be enjoying the conversation of her escort who was talking to her very closely.
In fact, early in our marriage, I had noticed that Gisele was particularly aroused during our intercourse when we had previously watched a pornographic film with groups of male and female participants and perhaps more specifically scenes in which a woman was engaged with several partners. We eventually talked about it, admitting that it must be exciting to have group sex in front of her husband and me admitting that I would love to see her indulge in other men in front of me; she was, at the time, more reluctant to see me in the company of another woman, although she was favorably considering intimacy with another woman.
Then we never had the opportunity to fulfill these various fantasies, which were buried deep in our memories for several years, only to resurface today.
They finished dancing and I noticed that a certain blush colored Gisèle's face, who seemed quite silent. Patrick, on the other hand, seemed very comfortable. In turn, I invited my partner to dance. Immediately, she squeezed me tightly, finally admitting that she was wet because of Patrick who had subjected her to a full-blown groping session. Crushing her breasts against my chest, she admitted with great shame that not only had she not dared or wanted to put a stop to Patrick's actions, but that she had finally found pleasure in them. I placed one thigh between hers so that she could press her pubic bone against it and asked her:
'It looks like you're a priest to take the plunge?'
What do you mean?" she replied in a hypocritical tone.
Doing what we've always talked about but never found an opportunity for, I'm sure Patrick finds you very attractive.
Do you think he does? It scares me a little, you know.
I'm sure if you let yourself go, everything will be fine, especially in the state you're in."
She agreed and I added
And don't worry, I'll be there."
'Happy again' she replied
I was about to reply that I thought she was a little greedy when the DJ announced the now famous classic:
'And now, a date change'.
As if by magic, the inevitable Patrick was next to us and after a complicit look with Gisele, I gave up my seat to him. This time I watched them closely. He had hugged Gisele quite tightly and she wasn't running away from the embrace. He had put his arms around her shoulders, leaving her entire body at the mercy of his hands. The latter, feeling no reluctance, seemed to push his advantage, caressing her waist, her hips, her bare back without restraint, even sliding his fingers inside her dress or letting his hands go to the bottom of her loins or even lower. At one point, with Gisèle's back to me, I could no longer see Patrick's hands, so I concluded that he must have started on her breasts. During this time, he spoke in her ear, after which she told me that having realized the matter was settled, he had complimented her on her physique and the way he would like to use it. It seemed to me that she turned her lips away from a kiss that might have been considered improper by the other guests. They stopped dancing and Patrick, holding Gisele by the waist, came over to join me.
Gisele just told me that you would be willing to try a group experience.
That's right, isn't it, honey?
Yes, it's the first time, maybe we're not used to it.
He reassured us, confessing that he and his girlfriend (who was not among the guests) were part of a swinger’s group in the town where they lived at the other end of France. He then invited us to follow him to the room he had booked in the same hotel where the party was taking place. After a last look exchanged with Gisèle, which seemed to seal the fate, I told her about our agreement. The die was cast…
