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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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Dark Fantasies. 5
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures – Naked Illustrations
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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.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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.
Chapter 9
Marta adores me. But not in a sexual way, I don't mean anything. I am savoring with gusto a plate of rice with poultry giblets that she has prepared especially for me. Across from me, sitting in silence, Amália glances at her dinner, looking at me with a smile, which I interpret as approval, seeing how I like mine. I wipe my lips with my napkin and get ready to take a sip of a red wine I particularly like and that I uncorked to accompany my meal.
We all unconsciously perform a series of acts in which, if there is no external conditioning factor altering them, the precision of timing and movements is surprisingly regular. Although in each person they are different. One of these is drinking during a meal. We always take the same amount of time from the moment we pick up the glass until we put it back on the table. And the amount of liquid we drink is also the same.
With the precision of a sniper aiming his rifle, firing in front of a moving target, so that his bullet hits the target as it crosses its trajectory, Amália calculates when to start her sentence, to finish it exactly at the moment I'm starting to swallow.
Lifting her napkin, ostensibly to wipe the corners of her lips, she spreads it out like a shield in front of her, to protect her cleavage and the front of her dress from the consequences of what she knows she'll say next. And without warning, she shoots:
- Because of you, your granddaughter has a suitor who is a suck up to her.
At such a statement I have a gag reflex, expelling a cloud of pulverized wine.
At the same time, because of the spasms of coughing, I spill more than half of the content of my glass directly on the plate of rice. The red wine, in contact with the food, dyes it with a brownish color and contaminates it with the taste of raw wine, ruining the delicious dish I was tasting, thus ruining my dinner.
So that I have no doubt as to why she broke the news to me in this way, Amália smiles innocently at me and says:
- Look, honey, now your plate looks like a plate of rice.
The mother who birthed it. What a level of Machiavellianism. She waited more than two months for me to pay the debt I assumed she would pay, on Marta's behalf.
- Does this resolve the debt? - I ask
- Yes, it's already paid for, honey," Amália says, getting up and kissing me on the table, while smiling warmly at me.
- Now, honey, tell me, what's this about Paulinha - my niece can't be anyone else - having a boyfriend? And more importantly, what the hell does it have to do with me? - I ask, lighting a cigarette. Dinner is over for me.
- Well, you taught her how to train the dog and that's why the girl is now in such a terrible mood.
- If you don't explain it better....
- This is what I was told. I don't know anymore. But I think they have been going on for over a month now. I'm telling you this so that you can be informed.
- Well, I'm going to find out about this chicken and his intentions. - Paulinha has her own family, but strangely enough, I feel responsible for the women in this house, which is now mine too.
Since we celebrated our special wedding ceremony, all our free time is spent together, Amália and I. Sometimes she goes to Spain and sometimes I come to Portugal. Sometimes she goes to Spain and sometimes I come to Portugal. In Lisbon or at the Quinta. For me, the most convenient solution is to come to the finca, since it's a shorter trip and, actually, I feel more at home here than in the city. And little by little I've made the bedroom my own, so that I don't need to pack much anymore, since I've left my clothes there in the closets. Amália gave up one of the closet bodies and several dresser drawers, and now we're acting like a conventional married couple.
That night, in our bed, I also took a price for revenge. Amália had to wait much longer than she wanted for each of her desires. Although, come to think of it, I think I had a piece of cake, because when she managed to finish her orgasms, they were much more intense than usual. But hey, I saved face by making her suffer. Small consolation.
In the morning I dress in comfortable but sturdy clothes. Canvas pants, a flannel shirt, a thick wool fisherman's sweater, and on my feet I wear tall, well-worn, but mirror-polished paratrooper boots. I grab a thick military jacket and head downstairs for coffee before heading out. It's fall, it's cold, but it's mushroom season, and among the cork oaks there must be boletus aeurus, and I've promised Marta I'll make her a mushroom risotto so she can try them for the first time.
