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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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Erotika Presence
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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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.
Printing and distribution: Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany
Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
1.I'm going to fuck your wife!
2.Never Say Never Again... Esther's Infidelities
3.Erotika presence
4.Married and whore like no other
5.Jogging is good for the horns
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.
I'm going to fuck your wife!
It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon and the beach was not crowded. From the deck chair I watched my 9 year old girl playing on the shore with her friends, making sure she didn't get too close to the water, as there were waves. From time to time I glanced at the newspaper I had already read twice in the morning, or just closed my eyes and let the sun hit my face. There were still 10 tedious minutes to go back to the apartment, where my wife, Claudia, was supposed to be preparing lunch with the help of her mother. It had been almost half an hour since the two had left the beach.
Suddenly, a male voice, coming almost out of nowhere, whispered a shocking phrase in my ear:
- I'm going to fuck your wife!
Startled, I sat up and saw a somewhat tall, dark man walking away from me. I couldn't see his face, but from behind he looked like a well-built, muscular and tanned guy. I was perplexed and with little reaction capacity at that moment, while the individual disappeared among the rocks that escorted the entrance path to the beach.
I thought he was a lunatic, or else he had the wrong person, but even so, the words he had spoken to me, so direct and offensive, bounced around in my head for a long time, causing me a disturbing nervous uneasiness.
By the time I got to the apartment, I barely remembered the episode. After lunch, my wife put the baby to bed and told me she was going to the beach. When I heard her, stupid alarms went off in me. In fact, every day she went to the beach at that time, and it had never occurred to me to think of anything strange about it, in fact she sometimes invited me to go with her, something I always refused to do, using the heat of the hour as an excuse.
The thing is that this time she didn't say anything about accompanying her and I felt like doing it.
- I'm going with you - I told him very animated.
- Really? - she replied, clearly surprised - This is a novelty.
- Well, yes, I don't know, today I feel like spending some time there, with you - I answered, hiding the real and ridiculous reason.
- How strange, you always complain that at this time of day there is no one who can stand the sun and you tell me that I'm crazy, that the sun does not tan, but burns, that it is much healthier to take a nap.
- Okay, okay! - I cut her off - but can you ever change your mind, or don't you want me to come with you?
- No, no, not at all. I'd be delighted, so you'll see that it's not so bad. Besides, there's usually a nice breeze blowing. I'll take a shower and we'll be on our way.
Claudia's answers were so natural that I felt like an unfounded jealous fool. In fact, I didn't feel like going back to the beach at all, but just lounging on the couch watching TV and reading the morning paper one more time.
Enough time passed that, by the time Claudia was ready, I had definitely given up on going with her.
- Shall we go? - she said, all cheerful and giggly.
- Puff! I've thought it over and ... I think I'm going to stay.
- Wow, man, I had my hopes up! - and he looked at me, as if expecting something else - Why did you change your mind? - he added, less smiling.
- It's just that I've already settled down and I've lost my desire for sunshine - I answered, trying to remain convincing.
Claudia expressed her clear dissatisfaction for a few moments, but did not insist on taking me with her.
- Well, I don't know why I miss it. The TV, the newspaper, the TV remote control, the newspaper, the TV... heh, heh, what fun! - he ironized, not with much sympathy - Anyway, I'm off. If you change your mind, you know where I am.
And Claudia left, shaking her little ass with the femininity that characterizes her. And I stayed there, on my couch, with the TV, the newspaper, the TV remote control.... and my mother-in-law.
Until, after lazing around boredly for a while, I began to think about Claudia's ironic words, realizing that this could be one of the few moments of intimacy we could have, despite the heat. After ten years of marriage and another five years of dating, there was obviously already some routine in our relationship as a couple and few moments that brought some spark and novelty. Maybe accompanying her at that fucking time in the afternoon could break the routine a bit and cheer her up.
I imagined her there, alone on the beach, and I had a strange feeling of having her a little abandoned. It was then that the words I heard in the morning rang out again, "I'm going to fuck your wife". Several questions arose in my mind: was she comfortable enough with me, did she need anything else, was it possible that the guy on the beach had picked her up? Jealousy, restlessness and a strange tingling came together to make me jump off the couch, ready to go to the beach with my beloved Claudia.
When I arrived, I saw her lying on the sand, very close to the rocks at that end of the beach. There was almost no one on the beach and before approaching, I wanted to give myself a visual tribute. She was wearing a crimson red bikini, one of those that tied with bows, exposing a good part of her generous breasts. Claudia is a very attractive woman, at 32 years old, with a well-groomed figure and very feminine curves, brunette with very straight hair of medium length, with soft and rounded features and honey brown eyes. Her slenderness makes her taller than she really is, highlighting her breasts, large for her figure, and thighs, fleshy and round, also giving some counterpoint to the rest of her much more stylized body. I noticed, I don't know why, her mons pubis, hidden under the fabric of the bikini, bulging and protruding, despite not being excessively hairy in that area of the body.
Spying on her like that, on the sly, made me see her with different eyes, and I admit that I liked it, so much so that I even started to get a hard-on.
At that moment a windsurfer came out of the sea water and approached my wife. I instinctively stepped back, trying to hide as much as possible. The man arrived where she was and they began to talk. Although he was a bit far away I saw that, by his height and figure, the man could very well be the lunatic of the morning, something that made my nerves jump to the surface. After a few brief words he withdrew, leaving my wife as alone as before and me much calmer and ready to join her. As I approached, she suddenly called out with a "hey" to the guy who was already some distance away, and he retraced his steps. I stepped back again, all annoyed, as he came readily to her call.
Again there were a few words, but this time Claudia got up, grabbed her beach bag, tied her sarong around her waist and they both walked towards the hut where the students who wanted to take windsurfing lessons were signing up, entering it and closing the door behind them. Needless to say, I was terribly jealous, thinking that maybe what had happened that morning was true and that Claudia had gone in there with him to fuck, without me, unfortunately, being able to do anything else but wait for them to come out again.
Only a couple of minutes of insufferable waiting had passed and I was in a sea of doubts. On the one hand, I was weighing up the convenience of going in through the door of the booth, with the probable risk of messing up so much. On the other hand, I could stay there, waiting for them to come out again, but what would I do then? Would I go to hell, not knowing if they had really gone to bed or not? While I was thinking about what to do, I involuntarily moved around the room, seeing that, attached to the hut at the back of it, there was another much narrower adjoining room, and a small entrance door to it.
Without hesitation, I slipped into the narrow enclosure. There were no windows, only a few small windows in the highest part of the wall next to the main hut. In spite of having dim curtains, they allowed the light from the main house to enter. I realized that it was the storage room where the windsurfing boards and sails were kept, material that occupied almost all of it.
I began to study the way to cautiously lean out of one of the small windows, as my short height would not allow me to reach them without some help. I found a stool and carefully moved the windsurfing gear stacked on the wall to make room for myself.
I was about to go upstairs when I clearly heard the noise produced by the opening of a can of drink and Claudia's voice saying "thank you very much". That already calmed me down and much more when I peeked through the side of the curtain of one of the small windows, which was missing the glass, I saw my wife sitting, quietly drinking a coke, while the "supposed" lover whistled behind a door that I assumed must be a bathroom. Maybe that was what Claudia had asked him to do, go to the bathroom, and he had gallantly offered her a soft drink afterwards. I began to feel ridiculous and ill-considered again, hesitating even to go out to the beach again.
But when the guy came out of the bathroom, everything changed. First because I was surprised to see that his wetsuit was half removed, with the upper part hanging down his back, showing his naked, tanned, muscular and hairless torso, and second because at that close distance I could almost be sure that the bird was the one from the morning's little phrase. What the fuck was really going on there? I looked at Claudia and saw her impassive, with her can of coke in her hand, following the guy with her eyes, while he took some slippers and went back to the bathroom. The thing no longer seemed so innocent, far from it, and my doubts about leaving were completely dissipated.
