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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 – Naked Illustrations
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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
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
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.
Chapter 11
"Hujus Almae Apostolicae et Metropolitanae Ecclesiae Compostellanae sigilli Altaris Beati Jacobi Apostoli custos".
So says the beginning of the bull that I hold in my hands and that, before Christendom, grants me forgiveness for all the sins I have committed up to now. The famous Compostela, which is not "Compostelana" and is granted to anyone who makes a pilgrimage on foot, for religious reasons, a minimum distance of 100 km, counting the end in Santiago de Compostela.
If I look up, I can see before me the gigantic censer, almost as tall as a man and weighing nearly 100 kg when loaded. Oscillating along the arms of the cross on the floor of the cathedral, at a speed of about 70 km/h. Rising from the ground, at the end of the pendulum cycle for about 20 m., it is practically horizontal.
This is the famous Botafumeiro (literally, "smoke thrower" in Galician), driven by a series of pulleys, by the eight tiraboleiros. These are men who, each pulling a rope together on a central rope, provide the energy needed to make the pendulum move.
Next to me, kneeling in an attitude of recollection after having taken communion, are Amália, Ana María, Marta and, surprisingly, Paulinha. The three oldest ones covered their heads with a veil, in an anachronism typical of another era. They also checked each other, making sure they were properly dressed to attend mass in the cathedral. No bare arms or mini-skirts. These details strike me at first, but I can't help but remember that they were all raised near the shrine of Fatima and that Marian devotion didn't fail to leave its mark on them.
Although, because of my age, I was brought up as a Catholic, I confess that I did not follow the dictates of this doctrine very faithfully.
The obvious proof of this is my particular marriage to Amália. However, I have a deep respect for the beliefs of others, no matter what form they take or what they call the god they pray to. As long as they don't try to force others to act like them.
My wife and sister-in-law went on pilgrimage to give thanks for what they have and have experienced. Marta also did it to ask for protection for her husband (there are no atheists at sea or in the trenches). Paulinha I think did it a little bit out of faith and a lot because she was in Spain for a few days and for the adventure of walking and having a different experience. I did it, without much faith, to accompany women. Thinking in principle that it will not leave marks or aftermath, so why not? All that aside, the fact that Amália asked me to do it weighs heavily. You know that if your wife insists on you jumping out the window, you're asking God to live in a basement.
When we arrived at the Plaza del Obradoiro, we met hundreds of pilgrims from all over the world. They all had the same expression. That of having completed the goal they had set for themselves. On the faces of some of them, in addition to their fatigue, tears flow unashamedly, more from the emotion of what they have achieved than from fatigue. We have only covered a hundred kilometers, but some of those who are here have measured in steps the almost eight hundred kilometers between Roncesvalles and this square.
Once the Eucharist is over, we exit through the Pórtico de la Gloria and down the stairs of the Fachada del Obradoiro, we head to our right to the Hostal de los Reyes Católicos, where we have our rooms, to leave our compostelas and go out to visit the city.
As we make our way to our accommodations, I think about how little time I have had to forgive my sins. Amália is on my arm and I can perfectly feel the weight of one of her breasts.
The other three women are walking in front of us and I am shamelessly staring at their asses. The problem is that I like it, so I'm knowingly sinning in lust. It's a good thing the three of them are untouchable to me, otherwise we'd be within twenty feet of an orgy. All of us have gone at least three days without sex. And unless they've shagged each other, Ana Maria, Marta and Paulinha, they've had more.
