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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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Feel again Naughty
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
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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
Feel again Naughty
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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.
Feel again Naughty
Chapter 1
My alarm goes off right on time as always, my heaviness and bad mood from having to get up are there to hammer away mercilessly. I head to the shower without a thought to let the icy water fall on me, it's the only way I've found in the last three years to reactivate my body.
How I miss him, his absence in my bed, in my life has made everything around me lose interest and meaning, everything I do, I do out of routine. Not being able to enjoy his peaceful face when he sleeps, his warmth and his subtle way of waking me up has made the first few minutes of the day unbearable.
I get dressed without too much fuss, I usually don't wear much makeup and in a few minutes I'm out of the house, with just my bag and a coffee in hand. I still have vivid memories of those days when going to the office with you was my world, when sharing ideas and challenges of new projects was our north... but you are no longer here, and the allure of it all has faded with your departure. I no longer have any science or purpose in what I do, it's like a part of me left with you.
But here I am, another day, one of many to come, trying to find myself, clinging to the idea that one day I will learn to live without you.
I park my car where I always park, Betty greets me and smiles at me from the door of the store, I greet her like an automaton. She has tried so hard to help me that I don't have the heart to tell her that inside I am still as empty and numb as I was three years ago, and that the harsh reality is that I don't even care anymore who is around me and who isn't.
Good morning Eli - He gives me a kiss and a little hug.
Hi Betty - I answer you the same way
I brought you some chocolate croissants," he says as I open the doors. He knows I'm a man of few words, especially in the morning, but he still doesn't lose his initial enthusiasm.
Grace - I smile slightly at her.
Betty has been my secretary since I started my photography studio, she knows every detail and she is the one who definitely keeps control and order of everything, she has also been my friend, my confidante, my accomplice and above all, she has become my family.
I have a reputation as an ogre, a reputation I have earned, but Betty, that petite woman, 58 years old, with short hair and a smiling face, has managed to break through all the barriers I had erected before me, becoming a pillar for me.... it's a shame that this abyss I'm in doesn't allow me to show her off like I know she deserves.
Sitting in my office I take several deep breaths, today is one of those days when I wish I could sleep all day and not wake up... If only I could sleep without thinking, without dreaming, without remembering.
Betty arrives with the usual breakfast tray, hot water, 2 cups and today, croissants. She prepares the whole feast in such a way that I can't say I'm not hungry, so I smile and get ready to eat.
Absorbed in my thoughts, I don't realize Betty is looking at me until she speaks to me.
Bad night?
Yes," I answer laconically after a few seconds. I can lie to anyone else, but it's impossible for me to lie to her, she knows me too well.
Well, then I'm going to restructure today's entire schedule so that I don't disturb you.
-Are there many outstanding issues?
Gilberto continues with the exhibit, Jessica has to meet and interview the intern, and you have to photograph the ambassador's daughter," he paused to sip his coffee. - But I will try to reschedule the ambassador for tomorrow morning.
No Betty, it's not necessary - No matter how bad I felt, I couldn't play with the clients' time. - I'd better get the intern and have Jessica take the pictures at the embassy.
Are you sure? - she asked doubtfully. It was no secret that I hated having to deal with the art institute interns, especially since most of them showered me with flattery in hopes that I would teach them to be talented. Like it was something I could learn.
In my years of experience as a professional photographer, I have seen that talent is not created, it is either born or it does not become. It's true that you can learn the various techniques to take the shots, choose the best light conditions, the angle, the distance, but the talent to look beyond a first glance, to express with one or more images the true message of a photo, is definitely not something you learn that way. You need a very special sensitivity for that, and that's where most people get lost. Working with the unexpected and getting the best out of it is something you don't get in five weeks. But even so, I still try to give the younger generation a chance; on a few occasions, not very often, guys have come along that were worth working with.
Yes Betty, it is better that way. Let Jessica know as soon as she arrives.
Okay.
After lunch, everyone went about their business. It wasn't long before Jessica arrived and was given the news that she had to go to the embassy. At first she was a little apprehensive about the idea, thinking I had ulterior motives for sending her there, but when Betty explained my status, she grabbed her things and left. Everyone in the office knew about my emotional lows, knew exactly what I had been through; so they never hesitated to give me the support I needed. After 3 years, it's a wonder I still don't have enough of so many emotional fluctuations, but it's something that, even though I try to decrease, often hits me so hard that I feel like I'm dying...at least I want to.
The phone takes me out of my thoughts, I'm so distracted I hardly notice what's going on around me. Betty informs me that the intern has arrived. Normally I know how to read the file sent by the university before the interview, but today I couldn't read it, so I sent it right away. There is a tentative knock on the door.
***
The door slowly opens and behind it an angel takes my breath away. Her straight black hair, emerald eyes, long lashes, small nose, perfectly aligned mouth and honey-colored skin. She was no older than 24, which was the average age of the interns they sent, but her gaze was deep and intense, creating a contrast that was hard to miss. She wore tight jeans and a fitted flannel, revealing her perfect body. Try as I might, I couldn't stop staring at her. She had me totally mesmerized.
When he came in front of the desk I knew I had to respond, so I stood up to shake his hand.
"Welcome," I smiled, "You know who I am, so all that's left is to know your name. - As I shook her hand, I confirmed the softness of her skin. She smiled shyly.
Sara Villareal.
Well, have a seat. I usually read the files before I do the interview Sara, but today I'm a little scattered so I preferred to meet you first.
I knew from the way she was sitting, with her back straight and not leaning back in her chair, and her hands clasped together, that she was nervous. I had the urge to comfort her, which left me paralyzed, since I'd never felt anything like that before, at least not since.... I stopped my thoughts. I needed to focus on the interview.
Tell me Sara, why are you here? What made you choose a photography studio like this for your internship?
Well aahh," he took a breath before continuing, "From a young age I always had a penchant for photography, my father was a collector of photography books, so it wasn't hard for me to realize that this was my future. I was always on the lookout for new works and artists, the latest exhibitions and their respective reviews. This was my childhood and adolescence. In one of these incessant searches I came across a compilation of his most important works. I was hooked, I read every review he did, every interview he was given... his vision of things was so compatible with what he thought should be captured in an image that I must say, I became a fan.
Hearing this, I knew right away that I needed to prepare myself for the series of compliments. I tried to control the expression on my face, because deep down I liked Sara, but I was disappointed to think that she looked the same as the others who had been in her position.
I wanted to be that good, that's what drove me to study and take all the photography classes I saw. I wanted to try to express so much in so little... but well, it's crazy to expect to be like you, so I thought maybe working alongside you would allow me to find my north, maybe watching you work.... help me discover who I am as a photographer - He paused for a moment - I know it's absurd, you've said many times that talent can't be learned, and it's true, I completely agree, but I feel that I have something to give in this medium and who better than you can evaluate me, criticize my work, tell me "Sara keep on this way, it's the right one" or on the contrary, tell me that I have nothing to offer.
With this topic I must confess that I was speechless, I had heard thousands of stories but none like this one. After a few moments of silence, he continued.
On the other hand, his idea that art is not marketable and that he'd rather do this kind of superficial work if he wants to, and leave the artwork for his private collection, strikes me as the most accurate thing I've ever heard. So if I could learn even a small part of how to maintain this balance, I assure you it's something I would treasure for the rest of my life.
I'm sure she must have been nervous as hell, but she still held my gaze without hesitation. I knew the words weren't enough to show me her capabilities, but I can at least say they motivated me to want to find out what she had to offer.
No problem. With a speech like that, I don't think there's much more to say," I smiled slightly. I saw her breathing with great relief and smiling almost uncontrollably. It was clear she was holding back her emotions, if she could she would have jumped up and down and screamed with happiness, but she kept her composure, her eyes bright and her body more relaxed, but keeping control of everything else.
There's not much to do here today so I'm going to show you the workbook, all the study and materials, okay?
Sure, sure," he nodded immediately.
So let's move on.
As I had told him, I first showed him all the facilities, the development room, the materials storage, the main studio, where its size allowed me to recreate some exteriors, and the small studio, which was used for less demanding work. When I saw the workbook in the meeting room I explained to him the idea inherent in each photo, to my surprise in a large number of them, there was no need for such guidance, as his interventions were so thorough that it was simply a waste of time to explain what he already understood, which confirmed to me that surely, those 5 weeks would be very interesting. Not to mention, the more time I spent with him, the more I wanted more.
She was sitting next to me, attentive to everything I said, so that proximity allowed me to enjoy her scent, the warmth she conveyed, the rhythmic rhythm of her breathing.... God, this was something that could become dangerous if I couldn't control it. In an attempt to regain my composure, we went back to the side studio and once there I called Betty. Neither of them understood what I was doing, so their confused faces were inevitable.
-Well Sara, you've seen what we do, now it's my turn to see what you can do so.... - I approached Betty and slowly led her to the center of the studio -I want you to use Betty as a model, I want you to photograph her. What are!!!!!!! I heard Betty say, but my eyes were on Sara who blinked repeatedly in surprise. - OK, I'll do it.
Her confidence impressed me, anyone else would have definitely run from there or maybe made up any excuse not to, but not Sara, without a second's hesitation, she accepted the challenge.
Are you crazy, Eli? How can you think of such an outrage? - protested Betty
Calm down yes, this is just a test so don't worry. If I break my camera while taking your pictures, I'll be responsible.... - I joked.
-Ha!!! this is fun.
I looked at Sara and winked at her in complicity, she smiled slyly so as not to disrespect the problematic Betty.
Don't worry Betty, I assure you I won't make you look bad," Sara said.
See, there's nothing to worry about so just sit down and do what Sara says, okay? - I said, pulling up a chair for her. I fixed her hair a bit despite her protests as Sara adjusted and positioned the camera.
We're ready here," I told Sara.
Not yet, there's something missing," Sara smiled mischievously at my surprise.
