Bitter Love. 14 E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Adult Erotica Love Stories of Hentai Desires: Seductive Curves, Filthy Dreams, Naked Illustrations, Sex Games, Uncensored Hardcover Tales
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 69

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

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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Bitter Love. 14

Collection of Adult and Erotic Manga Stories with Nude Pictures

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Emily White

Copyright

Copyright © 2024 by Emily White

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Table of Contents

Copyright

Table of Contents

Introduction

Follow-me!

Chapter 15

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.

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Chapter 15

The predator was back, after my bitter love experience with Irene, I had been reborn from the hands of a saleswoman, Alex, the daughter of a friend of my mother, and without a doubt my lioness, Mercedes. For a moment, I thought that love was an illusion I had created and that I would never have to give up my high school sexual frenzy, but then an image crossed my mind, it was Ana, hugging me during the long Christmas afternoons, feeling a comforting and pleasant sensation just to have her by my side. I was going to look forward to Ana's return, but I wasn't going to sit still, and like a good predator, I was going to take advantage of the times of plenty, not knowing what the future would bring.

Of that large group of friends in the park that I frequented on summer afternoons, there were a few girls left without a partner, one of them was Yasmine, a girl our age, whom we had snatched from the clutches of the Latin gangs. She was Colombian, although she had been here all her life, she had some of her mother's accent, she would say strange words or change their intonation without realizing it. When she was 15 she fell madly in love with a boy 3 years older who was in a band, she dated him for a while, but he broke up with her because she didn't want to be in the band and went through a rite of passage that she never said what it consisted of. My mother and her mother, Eleanor, were friends from the park where they took us to play and we had known Yasmine since we were kids; so, the band could barely keep her out of that world. She had become addicted to the joint but had stopped with that too, even though she was still crazy about the guy, even though she knew he was a hustler with petty crimes.

Physically she was a Latina sexpot, her outfit was designed to provoke, long, black, wavy hair, but she dyed it blonde to contrast with her dark complexion, caramel skin, she wore pigtails and braids letting some locks fall on her bangs, but when she left them unpinned she was a sight to behold. Black eyes and full lips, beautiful, with high cheekbones and a huge mouth, she was slim with a slender body, which in contrast highlighted her curves, she boasted a 90-60-90, but I estimated her to be around 90-55-95, she was an eight, well-placed boobs and a killer hip, joined by a tiny waist, with a flat and worked belly. She used to wear an open short jacket or blouse, with a short top or even a sports bra in the summer, letting her breasts jut out with her belly in the air. She wore a belly button piercing for a while but removed it, as well as a flower tattoo on one shoulder. She always wore jeans or cloth pants, low-waisted, the bridge between her legs or even the camel toe was clearly visible in some of the leggings, and the waistband of those garments barely rose above her pelvis, her hips protruded a bit, going past the waistband of her pants, which on the front. From behind it was worse, since she had a first class ass, and with such a low rise, it wasn't that those two lovely marks at the end of her kidneys were clearly visible, it was that she even liked to show the birth of her buttocks and the beginning of the separation of her buttocks. I don't know how she did it, but no matter how much she moved or bent over, you could never see her panties, a lot of people back then liked to wear their thongs in full view, but she either didn't wear any, or was petite. She filled out the clothes she wore and when she wore her tight jeans, she had an erection. Her body position didn't help, she lived backwards, her torso always felt like it was looking at her belly button, it hid her nice boobs but when she squared up and stood straight with both feet on the floor and her waist straight, she made a great ass, with the whole arch between her legs well marked.

The guys kind of drifted away from her because of her relationship with the gangs, although other than that one guy, she didn't really have any relationship with them. We got along very well, she liked to use me as an idiot to feel good, she was always flattering me, asking me to look at her clothes or watch her dance, she moved like the famous Colombian singer you all have in mind, and looked like her, I think she imitated her to attract people. The relationship changed after my surgery, she was more affectionate, she would call me love or honey. I was one of the few people who was not afraid of gangs; therefore, I was one of the people who got along best with her, even before my operation.

For example, when we were trying to keep her out of the gang, when she was about 16 years old, a group of them came looking for her, since she didn't want to go with them, they called her names and they had a 10 year old kicking her, I couldn't take it and I confronted them. I had my coworkers behind me, there were only a few of us in comparison and I was the only one standing up. With more fear than anything else, I scolded them for their attitude, and that they shouldn't have let that guy beat her up, luckily they didn't take it too badly, and it all ended in a friendly conversion and a few slaps on my face, which word of mouth grew until it was said that I had been beaten up. He thanked me sincerely, telling me it wasn't easy to get away from them.