6,99 €
Mehr erfahren.
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?
Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:
Seitenzahl: 115
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
Ähnliche
Erotic Lingerie
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
___________________
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.
Printing and distribution: Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany
Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
1.Maribel and I, sex between women
2.That young woman on Corrientes and Madrano
3.In the mountains
4.No poetry and a desperate sex letter
5.DANIELA
6.My debut with a girl
7.A detective named Scarlett
8.Erotic lingerie
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.
Maribel and I, sex between women
As soon as I arrived, I knew that my desire to relax physically and mentally would be fully satisfied.
Around 11:30 am, I arrived at the hotel, located in the heart of the Sierra de Cazorla, Segura y Las Villas (Jaén) Natural Park. After checking in at the front desk, I went up to my room to pack, take a shower, and take a walk around the surroundings to get a feel for what would be the four days in paradise that awaited me.
The room, although very spacious for one person and very well equipped, was not to my liking as its only window looked out onto an interior patio used as a parking lot, so I decided to request a change to a room with a better view, so I explained to the front desk that the purpose of my visit was to take pictures and try to de-stress with them and contemplate the scenery. I was told there was no problem with the change but I had to wait a few minutes because they were still cleaning and setting up a room that had been vacated that morning from where I could see a huge pine forest. I asked if I could put my luggage in the room's wardrobe while they finished setting it up so I could take the opportunity to go for a walk.
A woman about 45 years old, wearing a blue skirt and blue shirt under a white apron, was working to give the room a "better face," she said.
After a greeting, I told her that there was no need to rush, that I was in no hurry, and that I had come to relax and not to convey my stress to her.
Rio, displaying a row of perfectly aligned, off-white teeth.
Thank you, ma'am, it's about time I found a customer without airs and graces. There are a lot of people around here who think waitresses are an inferior species and that we are subject to their whims.
Well, see, that's not my case. I just want to rest.
Don't think I'm being nosy, ma'am, I'm asking you to put towels and other accessories for one or two people, depending on the situation.
Yes, I come alone, it's the best way to be free in body and soul, don't you think?
Well, I suppose so. I've never been alone for more than 30 minutes at a time, so I can't give an informed opinion. - he said, moving back and forth, picking up dirty clothes here, cleaning there.
Well, I'm out of here so you can finish your homework unhindered. Then I'll go back to the shower.
I'm done, so you can take a shower now if you wish. Before I'm done, I'll be gone.
Are you sure you don't mind?
Of course, ma'am.
I began filling the bathtub with hot water as I stripped off my clothes, which I left on the wooden bench in the corner.
I stepped into the bathtub, pouring mineral salts that were perfectly arranged next to soaps, bath gels and other toiletries provided by the hotel. I began rubbing my body gently, trying to relax my muscles for several minutes. When I was done, I dried my body and walked out naked into the room to grab some clean clothes from my luggage. I didn't even remember the cleaning lady, because I thought she had left a while ago, but no, she was still there filling the small fridge with the items consumed by the previous guests.
We were both surprised to see each other again.
I'm sorry, ma'am, but in my haste I forgot to restock the mini-bar and had to come back. I hope you will forgive me. - he said hesitantly.
I tried to cover my nakedness, placing my hands so that my breasts and sex were covered as much as possible. Blushing, I told him it wasn't a problem and that it was my fault for not waiting for him to finish his homework as I had been told at the front desk.
We looked at each other and in unison started laughing. She gracefully told me that I could get dressed without blushing, that she wouldn't be surprised to see my naked body, since she had a similar body to mine, with boobs and pussy and all, and that she wasn't really attracted to women. I, showing my body in its entirety, in a show of confidence and going to the wardrobe to pick out the clothes I would wear, told her:
You never know, I never had the slightest interest in women either, until some time ago, without knowing how, I made love to a friend of mine. We were both married, yet we thoroughly enjoyed our encounter.
Well, if you think about it, it's not so far-fetched to think that it could happen. After all, I haven't enjoyed a good fuck in a long time because my husband is more concerned about the bottle of wine than his marital duties, but still, so far I'm getting away with my little hands. Even if it's not the same.
I had already put on a pair of white panties that revealed my nearly shaved sex and was putting on a matching bra when she looked over to greet me. I don't know if it was the conversation or if I sensed a certain glint in her eyes, but the fact is that my nipples became as erect as the treetops that could be seen from the window.
Well, I have to go, but if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, my shift ends at six, so I'll be around until then, sweeping the halls and dealing with the gentlemen's impertinences. - I was surprised he called me by name.
Thanks for your trust, but I don't want to be part of the kind of people who annoy you so much. Anyway, I would call you to have a drink together and have a nice chat, like good women. - I told her, not thinking that she might take it as a provocation.
I'll still swing by at 6:00 when I'm done.
I'll wait for you if you want.
She left the room with some nervousness. I followed her with my eyes, guessing at her form, hidden beneath her wide uniform.
The truth is, with the exception of that time with my friend, I've never had any other lesbian concerns, but this woman had turned me on. Maybe it was her full lips, where she hid her beautiful teeth, or the fact that she knew I was short on sex, or I don't know what, but the fact is that I was wet and with a degree of arousal that I hadn't felt in a long time. I decided to go down to the hotel restaurant for lunch, on the terrace, enjoying the magnificent view from there. I ordered beer and snacks to make it in time for lunch. I kept thinking about her, the unknown waitress on the floor. I decided to order a salad and some wild game stew for lunch. At about 3:30 p.m. I went up to my room with the intention of taking a nap.
As I was about to enter, I saw her at the end of the hallway pulling the cart with cleaning supplies. She greeted me shyly and I smiled at her. She made a hand gesture that I didn't understand. She told me to wait and I did. He walked over, took my arm and we walked into the room. In a nervous voice he asked me:
Do you really want me to go with you later?
Only if you want to, you shouldn't feel obligated to do anything. I suppose your family will be waiting for you when you finish your day. Anyway, I came knowing that I would be alone, so don't worry about me.
Well, my husband will be drunk, as usual, so no one is expecting me. Also, I've been feeling weird since I saw you this morning, I keep thinking I'm talking to you about girl stuff. Are we meeting at six?
Of course I will. I'll be here.
He kissed me on the cheek, very close to the corner of my lips, gently rubbed my hips and left.
Needless to say, I was ecstatic, wet, feeling my juices flowing through the thin fabric of my panties, running down my thighs. What a strange feeling, not even with a man had I ever felt like this, without any previous contact.
I undressed completely and lying on the bed, thinking of what was surely to come, I began to touch the contours of my vaginal lips, feeling my own wetness. I ran a finger up and down my juicy vagina, collecting the juices and tasting them. This gave me incredible spasms. I considered masturbating wildly, but declined to save my energy for her. Between light touches and waist movements, I fell asleep.
I was awakened by a soft knock on the door. It was a quarter past six in the evening. When I opened the door and saw her, dressed in jeans and a tight blouse with generous cleavage, I realized that I had not taken the precaution of covering my nudity.
Forgive me for greeting you like this, but I was almost asleep and instinctively decided to open up to you.
Never mind, woman, I already told you I have the same thing.
I asked him to sit while I got dressed. Near the window, a round table with two armchairs would be the place for our conversation. He sat down with the most feminine manner I had ever seen in a woman. With a fixed, mesmerized gaze, she watched as I picked up my panties and how, after seeing the stain my juices had left on them, I prepared to put it in the plastic bag I kept for dirty clothes. Innocently, she asked me why I was changing my panties, since I had just taken a shower, so they needed to be clean. Nervously, I tried to explain why, but no words came out. With heat on my face, I guess from embarrassment, I smiled at him and went into the bathroom to wash my vagina. I was drying it off when I looked up and saw her leaning against the door, staring at me, her lips half open.
The nipples that crowned her beautiful breasts seemed to poke through her clothes. She reached over, took the small towel from my hands, rolled it in hers and finished drying me, what a wonderful feeling when she stood behind me, gently spreading my buttocks to run the towel over my anus, with her left hand she stroked my belly, while her right hand massaged my ass. He kissed my back and left the bathroom. I sighed deeply and followed her like chicks follow their mother.
When I went to get my underwear, he surprised me by saying:
Don't do that, you might get it wet again.
Yes, I think that's best.
I sat down across from her. She asked me how two women gave me pleasure. If I had ever used any toys to do it and things like that. I told her that I had only done it once so I was not an expert in lesbian matters, but that in my experience there were no other elements besides manual contact and oral sex. Her nervousness increased along with her arousal, although I should say "our arousal" since I was on a roll. I explained to him that, in my opinion, sex between women was sweeter than with men, since women are naturally more refined and reach arousal in a progressive and more lasting and intense way than men, who, just by seeing a woman are already aroused, not going to evaluate whether the partner is or not, is simply satisfied and if he takes the woman to the right point, fine, and if not, well, nothing, he just does his thing. (Of course, this last statement was not compatible with what I had felt that day, I didn't need much time to "warm up").
