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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 Dinner
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Images – Naked Pictures
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Emily White
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Table of Contents
Imprint
Table of Contents
Introduction
A special dinner
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.
A special dinner
In September 2009, I received a call from a strange number abroad:
“Hi Roy, it's Laura. I'm arriving in Genoa tomorrow and I'm only staying for one day. Let's meet up for dinner.”
It was Friday evening and I couldn't miss the opportunity, plus I was really looking forward to seeing her, even though I knew nothing would happen.
So we met, and like two good friends, we had dinner and talked about the years we had spent apart.
Laura had become even more beautiful, a real woman, with long mahogany-colored hair with copper highlights, a gorgeous square fringe, which is very fashionable now, a little black sheath dress, not too high heels, and just a touch of makeup, just the way I like it.
Unfortunately, nothing happened between us that evening. I don't know if it was my fault or if it was better that way, but we talked a lot about many things, including, of course, my stories.
“Have you written any more stories?“ Laura asked me.
And I replied,
“I wanted to, but after a year we broke up,” and I smiled at her...
She looked me in the eyes and replied,
“What about that dinner? You didn't write anything more. I remember you wanted to.”
I saw a flash of fire and passion in her eyes, and for a single second it seemed as if we had never broken up, but soon everything went back to the way it was before, and that light went out immediately.
“No, you know I didn't, and I would have told you before I did it. I would never have written anything about us without telling you. You know how I am.”
She took my hand on the table, stood up, and, coming closer to me, gave me a business card with her cell phone number, which I already had, and an email address, whispering to me:
“I want you to write the story of that evening and send it to me by email, so when I'm sad, I can think about when I was happy with you.”
She walked away to go to the bathroom, and I was able to admire her in all her splendor. As she walked down the long corridor that separated her from the restroom, I saw people aged 15 to 80 turning their heads to watch her walk across the floor.
My blood boiled with jealousy, but maybe it was just anger at letting that spectacular girl get away from me...
It's the first week of September, the last days of vacation before going back to university.
Down in Campania, where I lived before moving, it's still very hot, so we decided to go out for dinner at a well-known restaurant in the area with a couple of friends: Sandro and Roberta.
She is a dear friend of Laura's from childhood, while Sandro is her new boyfriend of a few months.
Laura is very happy about the dinner because, for one reason or another, they haven't seen each other for some time.
But more than happy, she is also particularly excited, and while she is getting ready for dinner, she starts talking to me about Sandro:
“You know, Roy, Sandro is such a nice guy. Not only is he very handsome, but he also showers Roberta with gifts, and you can tell he really loves her. Roberta is so lucky to have met him. The night she met him at that bar, I was there with her, and we couldn't take our eyes off him the whole evening.”
A little annoyed by this somewhat inappropriate flattery, I reply coldly:
“You could have gone out with him!” and continue to lather my face with shaving cream.
Laura understands and, turning off the hair dryer with her hair still damp, comes closer to me.
She looks gorgeous in her white bathrobe, a little short and felted from too many washes, which highlights her beautiful, still tanned legs and that scent of woman and shower gel that drives me crazy.
Unconcerned by the spectacle, I continue shaving, when she stops my hand with her left arm and whispers in my ear:
“I'm with you and that's all.”
In a second, the bathrobe, which was only held by her hand, opens a few centimeters, just long enough to enjoy an unexpected view: she has shaved herself, leaving a rectangular tuft rising from her labia to her pubic bone.
A shiver ran through my body, I don't know if it was from the sight or from Laura's tongue brushing my ear, leaving me almost motionless.
I almost cut myself and it took me a few seconds to recover and say to her:
“Mmm, I see we've done the biscuit, maybe it's for Sandro,” and gently, with my hands still wet, I caressed those few centimeters of perfectly trimmed hair.
Laura gave me a loud:
“Idiot!”
And immediately walked away, wiggling her hips as only she knows how.
It's 8:00 p.m., we're late as usual, and we still have to meet Roberta and Sandro at the restaurant at 9:00, so we hurry up and get ready.
I dress simply, nothing special, a nice pair of tight jeans that Laura likes, black boots to make me a little taller than my 5'10”, a black shirt, and a jacket. In short, sporty but also elegant, or so I thought.
I'm in the bathroom finishing combing my hair and from the mirror I can see Laura getting ready.
