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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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Give it all to me, my Love!
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
Give it all to me, my love!
EPILOGUE
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.
Give it all to me, my love!
The doorbell rang. I really didn't expect her to come to my apartment on that rainy fall afternoon, but when she walked through the door with her overwhelming body of voluptuous breasts and long legs, the pleasant sight was not a dream.
She let go of her black leather jacket and I looked at her swaying form. They were just curves. Her name was Yovana.
She was a mulatto and it was no coincidence that she was there with me and later told this story. Her chocolate-colored skin matched her dark eyes, her long curly hair. Her shoulders, breasts, hips, well marked through the tight tights, were details that could not be traced by any sketch artist.
When he sat down, I went to the bar cabinet to prepare a glass of rum, his weakness. I poured myself another and sat down next to him. Oh, my heart was racing again.
I thought you weren't coming," I said to break the awkward silence.
- Because of bad weather or because I'm getting married? -
he asked wryly.
Maybe both.
In my home country, we are not governed by these social conventions. I wanted to be with you and that's the way it is, or do I scare you?
No, I met you in a region full of macabre legends and ghosts, why should I be afraid now?
Yovana smiled and took a sip of rum.
I wanted to see you alone before the wedding, as you know it will be in a month," said the mulatto. Why don't you come?
You know very well why I don't want to go," I replied roughly.
- Oh, my love, don't be like that! I know these months have been very difficult since the death of your girlfriend Helga, but you have to get over it.
Don't tell me what to do. You are marrying that businessman, the owner of that restaurant, for his money and to have more security in my country. Please don't give me this love story! You never loved him. And during your relationship you had other men, without him knowing of course.
Yes, and you are one of them. Don't deny it.
Yes, my friends, yes. It was true, why would I deny it? Yovana placed her glass on the small oak table and then her arms were around me. I was trying to escape the spell of her eyes and the charm of her slippery tongue that was already gently torturing my ears. Then he unbuttoned the buttons of my shirt and slid his hands up my chest. Before he had even removed my pants, my cock was hard. And I began my counterattack as well.
Why do I put it down as a struggle? It's simple. I'm a boxer and I've always made my money with my fists.
But with Yovana, the melee had to be more subtle; it was a fight that consisted of taking down the opponent, overcome with pleasure.
The girl pulled my pants down and I was trying with some difficulty to remove her bold tights.
Let me go, my love," she said as she stripped off her clothes. Don't be nervous.
However, I had to resume my attack. Naked on the couch, we started kissing, Oh, sweet nectar from her full lips!
Our tongues slid in a merciless struggle and our hands moved from our knees to our respective groins. Her thin, long nailed fingers grasped my penis and began to rub. And my fingers entered with her permission into her wet slit and then began the task of attacking her clit.
Her moans became louder, as did her gasps.
Keep going, keep going, Dad," the mulatto kept repeating.
Don't stop.
And I continued my work. Then he whispered unintelligible words in my ears as he ran his tongue over me again.
My moans were also evident. I kissed his neck in desperation. His painted nails were so long they dug into my member. It was a strange pain, but the pleasure was more intense, so I remained silent. His activity on my penis was about to reach its proper compensation, however I didn't want to unload at that moment. I preferred to be more comfortable in bed.
Come on, daddy, she exclaimed vehemently. Give me that beautiful finger of yours.
My tired hand continued its task and we had to stop. I said I wanted to be in the bed where it would be quieter. And in silence, holding hands, we lay down on the mattress. In a few seconds the sweat soaked us again and our pleasant combat resumed. Then I slid my tongue from her neck to her breasts. Oh, how boldly I caressed them next! My tongue paused on her nipples, which had popped upward.
Yovana didn't hold back when it came to exhaling her moans, why would she? She was wild. She came from a land where love and freedom were two vital constants that could not be denied. But her cries became louder and her trembling stronger as my tongue worked her belly and especially her belly button.
Yes, Dad. You sure know your way around," the woman murmured.
And I began to lick her pussy. My tongue went deep into that furry little mound and, before torturing her clit, I ran it along the inside of her thighs to further prepare for the moment she was craving.
He didn't speak again, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and I continued the subtle invasion.
He lifted his legs and bent his knees. More convulsive movements. My hands rested on her belly, which was still damp from the saliva I had previously left on my stroke.
Her clit had risen, as had her nipples. I quickened the pace of my tongue strokes. And Yovana's orgasm came.
After shaking and a sickening scream, his hands touched my head. That was the signal. I had to stop for a moment.
But now I was the one who felt like a strange winner.
My penis was erect and I needed to make love. The mulatto girl took my cock and pushed it into her rosy slit herself.
- That's it, that's it, my love! exclaimed between mutual thrusts.
Excitement brought the orgasm forward. And soon my seed spurted out like a fountain jet.
Yes, give me everything, my love," he said, "give me your rich milk.
And then I stood for a few seconds weak, stunned. I kissed her neck and moved to the side to rest for a few minutes. Yovana was glowing. Some of her desired milk was pouring out of her pussy.
It was nice," he added as he got up to go to the shower.
I had to lie down. I couldn't sit down.
When she came out of the bathroom and was drying herself on a towel, I was able to move. Despite the minutes of pleasure I had had with that insatiable woman, sadness assailed me again and my memories focused on Helga.
- What's on your mind? He asked, "Didn't you have fun with me? Sometimes I tell myself I should break my engagement with Fabricio and go away with you. You know how to treat a girl.
However, I kept my cool and remained silent for a few minutes. She, too, was surprised by my sudden silence. I thought it was the right time to start telling the strange love story between Helga and a boxer and the contest of ironic circumstances....
***
Before writing these lines, I invoke the muses, my particular muses. But I'm not talking about women from classical Greece, I'm talking about actresses working in pornographic cinema. So, I invoke Olivia del Rio, oh sweet Brazilian, with dark skin and hair! Your clear eyes like the waters of a clear lake drag me into the world of lust. Great performances and I would have loved to be Mark Antony in the X version of Cleopatra. Unfortunately reality decides more than dreams.
Allow me to introduce myself by the name of Gallo Méndez, for that is how I am known in the boxing world. Friends, you know that I had no desire to write about my long adventures and love stories in Africa, the Orient and other unknown places, but at the insistence of my conscience, I was forced to sit down with my computer keyboard and screen to explain my restless wanderings.
Many stories were whispered around town about my sudden and mysterious departure, akin to the flight of a coward. It wasn't a yes.
Some people whispered that I beat up an influential person in the province because he had insulted me, taking advantage of his power. Others preferred to claim that I was recovering from a breakup with a young girl I had previously had. I was always looking for trouble. In the country I was known for my spectacular fights and powerful punches. The muscles in my steel arms had taken down important antagonists.
My coach kept saying:
Boy, you have to hit it right from the start, because neither life nor the enemy will spare you or give you a second chance.
How right he was!
A train was traveling through the dense forests of Hungary. We meet again, my reader friend. There was a decisive tournament in Budapest and I was going there to win some money, because the amount I had was becoming scarce. Languid twilight was falling on the birch trees. A certain restlessness assailed me, perhaps because I had been traveling for two boring days.
The railroad stopped at a small village.
Same scene, some go down and some go up.
Then a girl with lush black hair, milky skin, long legs topped with stilettos entered my lonely compartment. Her age shouldn't be more than twenty. She was carrying a small backpack.
He sat across from me, not taking his brown eyes off my stern face.
The girl spread her legs in a brazen position, although her red miniskirt did not allow me to see her panties. And I reacted like any primitive man to two stimuli, violence and sex. I rose from my seat and approached the girl, who reached out to caress my scarred biceps. Then she slid her hand down to touch my bulging member as well. I couldn't help myself. Faint moans escaped me as she lasciviously offered her red lips to me. I kissed her several times with exasperating passion and then did the same on her neck.
Helga, for that was her name, felt a pleasant warmth, a warmth that slowly overwhelmed her voluptuous body. I diverted my hand to her pussy and got a surprise.
- You're not wearing panties! I exclaimed.
- What for? he asked with a wry laugh.
On these trips, when I go to meet my boyfriend in Lastritza, I no longer wear them.
- Do you have a boyfriend?
Yes, he's a cold, irrational city doctor. He can't fuck, he can't caress women, but you can. Make love to me, wild stranger, make love to me! Make love to your little whore!
I didn't need her to repeat that command and I slid two fingers between her pussy lips and even gently teased her clit. Her moans became more frequent and intense. Helga could take no more and unbuttoned my pants. Then she pushed my erect penis into her wet vagina. The movements became wilder.
- Go ahead, go ahead! he exclaimed. Put me in hard.
And the orgasm came. I was as sweaty and tired as if I had stepped into the ring. I hugged the bold girl who had given me those moments of pleasure....
At that moment the sound of footsteps was heard. We dressed immediately, just in time! The conductor came in and asked for the tickets. Some details could not be hidden. The compartment smelled of sweat and the window panes were fogged up.
The conductor observed the situation for a few moments. He smiled and saw a few drops of semen on the girl's upholstered chair.
- Helga! exclaimed the man, "You little bitch! I always find you so...
- Shut up! - the girl shouted. You're jealous because I won't let you fuck me. That's why you're so bitter. If your faithful wife were to find out....
The man closed the compartment and his footsteps were lost in the narrow hallway as my love of the moment and I laughed in silence.
***
In Budapest we talked about the spectacular boxing tournament, in which boxers from European and American countries participated. After intense days of rehearsals, fights and selections, the Russian Damaiov, aka "the Czar of Kiev", and I, with my particular name Gallo Méndez, stayed.
The exacerbated crowd surrounding the ring of the sports palace chanted for us. In the audience, of course, were beautiful girls - mostly prostitutes - to deliver a masterful voluptuous blow to the world of violence. In fact, one of the competitors who showed up fell dead on the canvas when an Arab knocked him out with a precise punch in the opening bouts.
Sponsoring the tournament - or at least the names were listed - were pubs, breweries, brothels, strip clubs - the most famous being the Lastritza Club - and gyms. I mentioned that nightclub in particular because it was of considerable importance later on.
