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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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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
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Copyright © 2024 by Emily White
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
1.Violet's process
2.Monica's adventure
3.His wife is fucking unfaithful
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.
Violet's process
It was her third visit to the house and she was excited.
The door opened even before ringing the doorbell, closing it behind them and without taking off their coats, they began to kiss, a kiss that still lasted while they were both naked on the huge bed; Violet lying on her lover, who pulled her aside for a moment to ask her questions.
How are you?
Glad to be with you!
They continued with that kiss while she began to move sideways rubbing her pelvis with the hirsute sex of her lover, who longed to penetrate her but waited patiently for her to take the initiative; the road had been tortuous to get to that point and she didn't want the magic to vanish because of a completely unnecessary rush.
Soon after, the woman separated her pelvis enough to guide her lover's sex and slowly went down, to feel how she was invaded at the same time by a wonderful sensation and that bar of flesh that had given her so much pleasure so far and that she wished it would continue to do so.
It was more than sex, the perfect communion between master and student, balance between passion and affection, a great waste of lust surrounded by the most delicate samples of surrender. Hours passed in a succession of dreamlike moments; after a first series of orgasms in which Violeta let herself go, leaving herself at the mercy of Abel, who rationed his onslaught to avoid cumming and to make her come repeatedly, finally both reached ecstasy at the same time and with an explosion of joy they were embraced and in silence.
When Violet moved to stand next to Abel, taking one of his hands and half-voiced, they began to chat and although she pretended to know what had led them to be together, he only caressed her and emphasized each and every one of the things he liked about her and that every woman likes to hear.
After a while it was she who took the initiative and began to kiss her lover's body, something she had never done before but that seemed appropriate, she reached the sex and although on the few occasions she had had one so close to her face she had not been attracted at all and had rather disliked it because it was something forced; on this occasion she looked at it with curiosity, looking at every fold of the skin, in every dark vein that runs through it everywhere and that despite giving it a terrible appearance she was fascinated by it.
He brought his lips close and began to kiss her with extreme delicacy first and with eagerness later, when he saw her logical reaction to his caresses, then, pausing, he asked.
I'd like to know how you came to me. Will you tell me?
Abel was reluctant to broach the subject, but it was clear to him that in the face of such a direct request he could not duck.
Won't you be angry to know the way I behaved with you? I never intended to harm you.
I know that, silly, but I want to know all the details. I'm a woman!
First and foremost, I want you to understand that, despite the lies and manipulations, they were all meant to get us to the point where we are and so I will be honest with you.
One of my hobbies is to write erotic stories that I publish with more or less success on the internet; I don't care what some people think because I do it because it is a way to relax and at the same time capture some of my experiences and fantasies, as well as those of some readers, mostly women, who contact me by e-mail and tell me about their affairs.
A few months ago I received one of those congratulatory emails from a man who asked me if I would do a story regarding a fantasy he had.
"It would be an erotic story in which, after more than 10 years of marriage, the husband shares with his wife his most secret and intense fantasy: That she be unfaithful with another man, with a much more gifted man, a much better lover than him."
It seemed to me something feasible and I accepted the assignment, a few days later I sent him what I had written and... AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. At that moment he had to stop, because Violeta had continued with her handlings even though she did not miss any detail of the story and managed to bring him to orgasm and get his reward, a trickle of semen slid down his face and he tasted it timidly at first and then he was licking it like the best of delicacies, after a while and somewhat more relaxed, although she was still in the same position; resting his head on her abdomen and licking her faint sex, Abel continued with his story.
I sent him what I had written as the fruit of my imagination; where I related the path his wife had taken from the tranquility and boredom of the marital life they both had, to placing her in the arms and bed of the best lover anyone could imagine; someone who treated her like a queen while managing to give her so much pleasure that it made her rethink her way of acting towards her husband; that man who wished to be cuckolded and to know his wanderings with others for his own pleasure.
In the story I sent her, she, in a display of courage and taking humiliation to the extreme, presented him with a difficult dilemma that forced him to make a radical decision, the guy wanted to be humiliated in the fantasy and that's what I wanted to do.
Either you put up with what you wanted so much without giving me problems or I go to a sensationalist television program; where I tell, providing recordings of the many times you have asked me; that of what you accuse me of and that now that you have succeeded you do not want to admit, all before you tie me up for another ten years with your way of treating me.
If the girls have to go through some kind of shame or suffering at least let it be for a good reward and I know that my lover will be a good reference for them.
Evidently the guy did not like the way I solved the subject and asked me to develop it in another way, he gave more data about his relationship, assuring that everything he told belonged to his real life. At that point, Violeta began to move, squatting on top of Abel and squatting on top of him, she began to penetrate herself without looking away; that look of satisfaction that only those who are really happy can show.
She took Abel's hands and pressed them against her breasts and began to bounce with an infernal rhythm until she reached an outrageous orgasm that Abel did not let end when he made her fall on her side and took control of the situation, continuing with energetic thrusts to which Violeta responded with loud gasps. It was not until he managed to make her come four more times in the midst of tremendous spasms that accentuated her pleasure even more, that Abel allowed himself to finish pouring his essence into her, which despite the amount of time they had spent together was not as scarce as one might imagine, that sensation; being filled with the viscous liquid caused great satisfaction in Violeta who was used to little sex and always with a condom. They remained as in the previous occasions embraced, kissing as if there was no tomorrow and that was what Violeta needed the most, something she never imagined and that soon after meeting Abel found out; she lacked that special attention that every woman deserves and needs, that affection that has nothing to do with love; only with the estimation that reverts in the self-esteem. The pleasant 25 degrees in the room did not make it necessary to keep warm, but a sudden shiver ran through the woman's body and Abel pulled the bedclothes to cover them both and then embraced Violet who snuggled into him urging him to continue.
That's when he told me about the kind of sex you were having, or rather not having.
Please keep telling me about it as if we were perfect strangers, I want to see myself from the outside.
It was then when he told me some details of the type of relationship he had with his wife, when I asked him if he had email and Facebook accounts, he gave them to me without asking what he would use them for, with the complicity of my friend Nuria who lives in Tarragona whom I informed of my plan; using her image for the email account and her Facebook account I made contact with the wife, at first it was hard to get her to trust me enough, but when I told her my fictitious case we connected.
I told him that since we got married we only have sex two or three times a month and that seemed fine to me because my husband did not demand more, but it was getting harder and harder to bear and for a while I thought I was obsessed with wanting much more; a friend showed me a web page where they talked about sexuality and I understood that if there was a sick person it was him.
As I imagined, her answers indicated to me that what her husband told me was true and that they had very little sex; it took her a few days to confess it to me and when she did I apologized, trying to be as credible as possible and reiterating that it had not been my intention to violate her, her response was as expected and she was interested in my next steps.
After confessing to her that the only time I had ever had good sex was when we decided to have a baby; For a few months we had sex at least three times a week and without a condom, she agreed that one of the things that discouraged her the most was precisely to see how he prepared the condom on the bedside table announcing that that night "there would be a party" but when he finished, invariably after taking off the condom he would turn around and fall asleep without saying a word, also as soon as he got pregnant and told the family someone he did not specify had told him.
Now no messing around because it can damage the fetus.
Needless to say that I found that scandalous, but it was the way of thinking of those around her and I did not want to clash head-on with them and I told her that "my husband" had said something similar to me to avoid his responsibility as such and justify the lack of sex, with the next pregnancy I was less lucky, because although with the first one it took me almost six months to get pregnant, with the second one I got pregnant in the first month and that shortened the time of good sex without worries.
When I stopped breastfeeding the little one, my husband no longer had an excuse to stay away, but continued his diet of only a couple of powders a month.
As if it didn't matter, I told him that I had bought some things to satisfy myself because I was terrified to even think about having an affair and end up splitting up if he found me out.
She asked me.
What kind of things?
