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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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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.Justice
2.Loyalty
3.The farewell party
4.Tina from friend to lover
5.Christmas Gift
6.The bay
7.Parallel
8.Notes
9.Cecilia & Jimena: the old friend
10.Flatmates
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.
Justice
What happened to me does not need to be elaborated much, but simply told, so that somehow it can serve as an experience for other women who, like me, believe they have a powerful control over our behavior, according to the canons that we ourselves have created and by which a modern, independent woman should be guided.
I am the personnel director of an important company in the capital of this South American country, and my successful management has earned me a well-deserved reputation. It was probably because of this, and perhaps also because of my father's contacts in the business world, that I was approached with a very attractive offer to take over the general management of the Academy.
The truth is that I was no stranger to the field of education because I had worked there for years, not in management positions but in the teaching field.
When I took office, I was installed in a magnificent and thoroughly modern office and assigned a secretary who was actually a very pretty, blonde, almost statuesque, friendly woman. Of course I looked more like her servant. I have already mentioned that I am a brunette, rather short in stature and only my big black eyes and my legs and breasts would save me, which are really exciting, according to those who have had the opportunity to appreciate them, which are actually very few, let's face it, only three, but the opinion is unanimous.
I was settled into my new position that Thursday morning when the secretary (the nice one) told me over the phone that a final year student in the social communication course wanted an interview with me. I immediately told her I would see him in the afternoon at 6 p.m. I've always liked that time.
That afternoon at 5:30 I had on my desk the folder containing the complete background of F.U.P., we'll omit the full name for reasons you'll understand later if you have the patience and interest to finish reading. Do. You won't regret it.
On the folder was the number 666, which even at the time struck me as curious, then as the days went by I found it diabolical and finally disturbing and unforgettable. In short, the background information gave almost too much detail about the circumstances of the event.
FUP, a bright-eyed Academy student, had been violently expelled without trial for being caught "having intimate sexual intercourse with student HCDS inside the bathroom of the far left first-level hallway."
Two things struck me immediately. The first was that I had visited the bathroom in question that morning and it was so cramped that I couldn't imagine how it was possible to have intimate sex there, and the second was that the bathroom was only 50 feet from my office.
The rest was pure formality in the report, some allusions to the moral values upheld by the Academy that were seemingly incompatible with what had happened.
I had just finished reading the report when the beautiful woman came to my office to tell me that FUP was waiting for me to receive it. The woman was somewhat aroused and I assumed that she had read the report in great detail and would pass it through her private gossip network to the other secretaries at the Academy, duly commented on, corrected, and augmented. I noticed that her blouse fluttered rhythmically to the rhythm of her eager breathing and I had to admit that this excitement made her look better.
I recognize myself as ugly and that's why I always like to look at beautiful women, it's not envy, I swear, but it's because I always feel something like an almost impure desire to share that beauty, in some way that I haven't quite defined, and that in some of my nights leads me to have beautiful thoughts and disturbing dreams in which I appear next to beautiful and tempting women with whom I am complacent and happy. I have to admit that I like it, but I have never dared to admit that I could have direct contact with a woman.
My secretary's beautiful ass disappeared through the door and through the same door came FUP.
The "criminal" was the least beautiful thing imaginable. He was short, broad-backed, with black hair stiff as nails, wore brown pants and an open white shirt, and the only thing that could give him any attraction were the big black eyes with a devilish glint in them. I remembered 666 from the report.
Looking at her in detail, in that physical insignificance, I realized that if the alleged victim of the crime had been the same size, they could have made any erotic figure without any problem in the bathroom.
I told him to sit, but the little man said he would stand and I realized that if standing was insignificant, sitting would disappear.
With the best smile on my wide, sensual mouth (they say) I told him I had read the reports on his situation and to please tell me what he wanted from me with this interview. The word rang out loud and clear in my office.
"Justice.
That word was the one I least expected to hear; I had uttered the words "understanding," "repentance," "love," "passion," etc. but "justice"?
Justice? - I said - as if I expected him to tell me I had heard wrong, but the little man reiterated.
Yes... Justice. Miss.
Faced with such reiteration, I had no choice but to ask him to explain justice to me. The little man was also very concise in his answers but I must admit that he was absolutely clear. He said confidently.
"It is true that I fucked H several times in the bathroom, but I didn't force her, she fucked me too and we both enjoyed it and I was expelled and nothing happened to her. Miss Justice...." I have to admit that at that moment I didn't know what to do, because the truth of the matter was that I lacked the background since I didn't know that H was still a regular student, so I told the kid to come back the next day because I had to have the background that I lacked in order to make a resolution on the matter.
Because I am a dynamic woman who can't stand procrastination on important matters, as soon as the guy left I asked the beautiful woman to come to my office and asked her to bring me H's folder.
The blonde gracefully bent one of her knees which allowed her to beautifully outline her thighs barely contained under the pretty blue miniskirt so that I could imagine how higher up inside her, those shapely thighs were sliding over each other in their flirtatious wiggle just as I was sliding my own, shorter brown ones under the desk wanting to slide them between hers.
It's not going to be possible," he said.
And his words brought me down to earth because I thought he was second guessing my thoughts.
It won't be possible, because Miss H's file is missing, it's lost, no one has found it.
Are you sure about this?
Yes, I am and I can also tell you how she disappeared and who made her disappear.
The blonde was now wiggling uneasily and her thighs were alternately moving toward me as if she wasn't disturbed enough.
How so? I said, trying to regain my composure. Come on, tell me what you know because what happened to this boy is serious.
The woman suddenly felt taken into consideration beyond the level of a simple secretary, she realized that at that moment she was gambling the chance to become an effective aid to her new boss, her trusted person, and of course she was willing to risk the opportunity that fate was giving her by pure chance. The blonde was a good storyteller and as she focused on her story, she didn't notice the position of her body, especially her hands and legs, as she spoke.
He told me in detail what I knew about the accused's sessions in the bathroom and how they were surprised when one of the teachers who was leaving the academy late heard the woman's screams of pleasure and interrupted the idyll by opening the bathroom door and could see with his own eyes the climax of the boys. They didn't notice because they were "finishing" right at that moment but he could appreciate the prodigious size of the boy's attributes that surely caused the girl's screams of pleasure that led them to be surprised.
While telling her story, the blonde had changed position and feeling totally protected and focused on her story, she hadn't noticed that she was now showing her little white panties to her interlocutor, or maybe she had noticed, but she thought it didn't matter because we were between women.
But the truth was that for me everything was impressive, the story and the figure of the woman whose breasts were almost breaking her diaphanous blouse and especially the white triangle in her crotch and I was so taken away from this that I didn't notice, until that moment, that I was in the same position and I couldn't do anything when I realized that my skirt was well above my knees and she was staring at my crotch because I was probably showing the same thing she was showing but my panties were black.
The woman claimed that the aforementioned professor had made H's file disappear and that he had defended her to such an extent that H, out of gratitude, had given him her attributes, but in more convenient places than the second floor bathroom.
Then she gave her opinion, without anyone having asked for it, stating that she too considered the injustice done to the boy an injustice because "we women..." she said, looking at me with a knowing look, "we know that you can't do anything to a woman if the woman doesn't agree". she said, looking at me in a knowing way, "we know that you can't do anything to a woman if the woman doesn't agree to it being done to her" and as she said this she was so excited for me to hear her that she moved her legs and spread them wide.
She would move her legs opening and closing them in such a way that at any given moment she would show me white flashes under her skirt and I would respond in the same way and I had no doubt that I was turned on by this practice and at that point I definitely admitted that I liked this woman or at least I liked what I was doing with her but I couldn't admit it to her or make her understand, so it was just my perceptions.
But they were very intense perceptions, so when she was excited about what she was telling me and proud of the attention I was giving her, she told me that she wanted to help me with my homework and that I could count on her for anything, and in that moment she looked me straight in the eye and said:
And I didn't care if she called me "you" because at that moment my own leg movement was triggering an orgasm that I held tightly between my thighs to release little by little like a symphony of beats that my sex interpreted perfectly, so I think she didn't notice when I, with my eyes fixed on her open thighs, was relaxing in front of her while thanking her without her knowing why, but it was for everything.
After verifying from other direct and indirect sources that everything my beautiful secretary had told me was strictly true, I finally admitted that I had really done the boy an injustice and decided to accept his application for reinstatement to the Academy, especially considering that he only had one semester left to go before finishing his studies.
As it was, I was very pleased to walk into my office the next day and cheerfully greet the beautiful woman who, apparently aware of her new status with the boss, appeared more beautiful and solicitous than ever.
