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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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Desperate Wives
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults 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
Table of Contents
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Copyright
Introduction
An Interesting Internship
Desperate Wives of Recalled Soldiers
Mrs. Richard
Desperate Wives
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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.
AN INTERESTING INTERNSHIP
My name is David and I just turned 18. As the only child of ultra-Catholic parents, I was raised in a family cocoon where all fantasies were excluded. I attended a private college where the only rule was work, work, and work. I had no friends, only purely academic relationships with other students. At home, the rules were almost the same. We had no television. My only distractions were reading - in this regard I can tell you that I read almost all of the best of so-called classic literature - and walking in the large park on our property. Needless to say, I was completely ignorant of sexuality, I had only noticed that for some time I had been waking up in the morning with a bigger and stiffer sex. I had noticed that women, unlike us guys, had more prominent breasts. One day, when I was about 7 or 8 years old, I pointed out to my mother who replied evasively that these protrusions were for nursing babies and when I asked her how babies were born she said, 'We'll see about that later.' I'm still waiting…
It was the year I turned 18, I had passed my high school graduation with honors and the school vacations were starting. The school principal had summoned the graduates and their parents and advised them to use the three months of downtime before starting college to familiarize themselves with the working world. This would also allow us to earn some money for the long studies ahead.
My mother wasn't too thrilled about me leaving my mother, even if it was only for a few months. She was too afraid that the world I would live in would pervert me. I insisted and she relented. But she used her connections to get me into a nursing home, thinking that there I would find serious work, closer to charity than to a business where she feared I would be given degrading and painful tasks for a future enarque. To get me accepted, my mother went so far as to refuse to pay me, claiming that our family was wealthy enough to give me pocket money.
The residence had a certain position. The director received me on the first day and explained the duties I would be required to perform. Because of my strong constitution, I would be primarily tasked with helping invalids or shut-ins with their daily needs and every other weekend I would be on duty for 48 hours, which would be offset by days off during the week.
The director showed me around the residence and introduced me to the staff, almost exclusively female (4 men to about 20 women), who seemed to me, except for 2 or 3 people, almost as old as the residents. I resumed my duties as soon as the interview was over. Even though the female residents were all over 60, I noticed that they all made an effort to look nice, with nice hair, clothes, and makeup….
As soon as I took my position I was faced with situations that were quite unusual for me. Most of the time I had to pull the residents out of bed because they had difficulty moving and when I removed the sheet and blanket, it was not unusual to find the lady with her nightgown pulled up around her waist, exposing her bare bottom to me. Even though their bodies were no big deal, I couldn't help but stare at that hairy triangle and try to unravel the mystery of what it was hiding. Sometimes the movement of their legs would give me a fleeting glimpse of the separation coming from the backside, which seemed to extend under the fleece.
During the nights, my dreams were often haunted by these sexes, and even mine had the unfortunate tendency to become stiff more often.
By the end of the second week, I had become well liked by the ladies and they never failed to say something nice to me or smile at me when they passed me.
Then came my first weekend shift. Due to the lack of staffing on those two days, work was more difficult. In the evenings, I couldn't wait to lie down on the bed in the nurse's station. Normally, I had to make several rounds during the night to make sure there were no problems, but the first night I didn't wake up. Fortunately, no one noticed. For the next night, I set my alarm.
At midnight the alarm went off. Having gone to bed fully clothed, I got up and began my tour of the hallways, which were dimly lit by the occasional nightlight. I was passing Madame Lucie's room when I heard moans that sounded like gasps. I lean my ear against the door. The moans grew louder. Listening only to my courage, I opened the door (in these establishments the doors do not have locks to allow quicker access in case of disaster) and there, surprisingly, thanks to the light emitted by the television, I saw Madame Lucie, completely naked on her bed, her legs spread Her two hands were joined on the pubic area and were activating. For a few seconds we froze, then Ms. Lucy let out an 'Oh' of indignation and I, red with confusion, stammered an unintelligible apology and walked away.
The end of the night seemed interminable. I still had the old woman's body before my eyes. But what was she doing with her hands between her thighs? Without realizing it, my sex had run its morning course, but this time, instead of going to the bathroom, I grabbed it with my hands and caressed it. Strange sensations, pleasant sensations. I began to feel different parts of my penis and noticed that some places were more sensitive than others. This overflow of well-being startled me and I stopped my stroking.
The Monday and Tuesday following my shift I was free. At home, in my bed, I continued my search for sensation. The pleasure increased and I needed a lot of willpower to stop my touching.
Wednesday morning I resumed my shift and as soon as I put on my white coat, the manager told me about the desire that Madame Lucie had expressed. She wanted to see me as soon as I arrived.
- Where is she, I asked
- In her room, go there at once, she has been asking for you since the day before yesterday.
I took the stairs leading to the rooms. My God, I thought, I'm going to get yelled at, he didn't appreciate my intrusion last night. As I knocked on her bedroom door I tried to think of words to apologize but nothing came to mind. It was a fog in my head.
- Enter.
Ms. Lucy had spoken in a strong, firm voice. I felt like a child caught in the act.
I entered the room and stood in the doorway for a moment.
- Go on, don't stand there like a vase and close the door behind you!
Madame Lucie was sitting in an armchair by the window. Her voice made me feel cold. She must have been a woman of power once. A teacher, a businessman, a soldier….
- Ms. Lucy, allow me…
