Honeymoon E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 51

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

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?

Leseprobe

Honeymoon

Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Images – Naked Pictures

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Emily White

Copyright

Copyright © 2025 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

Stephanie and me

A postponed honeymoon

Role-playing with the Andersons

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.

Stephanie and me

As it was Wednesday night and our "work night," Stephanie and I went out to supper. Lisa's understudy is Stephanie; I, Helen, am Monica's understudy. We had regular fun; Steph is a really kind person and we get along rather nicely. Though we are laid back lovers, we both want a decent, hard cock inside us.

Lisa took Steph to my house couple weeks ago so I could see Jason, Brad, and her mistress tie me off and fuck me. She turned out to be rather fired on from the beginning; she put the belt on me and fuck me for a while. She was left alone at the conclusion of that evening obliged to watch while her hands were bound behind her back.

Ever since our basement, I have been teaching her how to be tied off. Though unusual, it is not. If a female ties her herself carelessly, she may get injured. Although Jason, Brad, and the owner are quite skilled in tying me up, I wanted her to know what to feel and look for when someone else is doing it.

I stopped the car, got the bags, removed the chains and placed them on as we pulled into the garage to make sure our names aligned frontward. Since bras and panties were not allowed in this residence, neither of us wore either. Our penises had to be always accessible, hence we were also not allowed to wear shorts, socks or underwear. We so wore just skirts and dresses. Stopped before the home, I said, "Uh-oh."

Stef questioned, "What's that?"

I answered, gesturing to another automobile, "That's Brad's car." Jason and Brad were hence within the home.

After flirting for some time, I offered, "Do you want to come inside and see what we can do?"

Everything would have been good if it were just Jason; but, with Brad it most likely would be a party. If she so wanted, I wanted to give her an opportunity to say something. Still, I got in trouble.

She responded with another question, "Where's Miss Monica?"

"I'm not sure, I think she's here but her car isn't here," I said.

She put her hand in mine, looked at me knowingly, then added, "Go on, maybe I'll get a chance to try some of the things you showed me." "I see you," I replied.

As we laughed and gathered our bags to clean our makeup, I said, "Exactly, I would even say it's possible." From colors to heels, we were sporting the exact same makeup as Mrs. and Mrs. Lisa had been sporting for the preceding few weeks. We also wore exactly the same outfits. Today we both donned black patent leather shoes six inches high, copper crotchless stockings, a royal blue satin shirt and a black leather skirt.

Given our striking resemblance, people sometimes assumed we were twins. Having the same bust (34D), we were both a size 4 underneath and a size 6 on top. Our shoes were size 5. We both had the same haircut, tanned skin, and height—six feet tall.

The TV was on when we first arrived to the house, but nobody else was there. Jason yelled out to me, "Helen! Honey, can you come in here?" apparently not having noticed Stephanie when we arrived into the dining room, which connected to the kitchen.

I observed the lads lounging on the counter with drinks in their hands as I entered the kitchen and Stephanie followed after. When they saw Stephanie, they exchanged glances, grinned, and simultaneously yelled: "STEPHANIEEK!" Brad said, "Hey, baby!" then held her hand.

We exchanged looks and then headed to our lads. Jason held my hand, looked at me, kissed me on the cheek. "You are so beautiful! Monica knows how to show them off," he added, peering down at my chest.

She glanced at Brad, at me, kissed my forehead, then said in my ear: "Please, sir, miss."

Brad had to have said the same thing to Stephanie since at the same instant we both dropped down to begin tightening our seat belts.

Only half hard, but it reacted fast. Jason's penis dropped three inches in front of me and I grinned as I started caressing it. I grabbed it in my mouth and started to lick it as he desired, round the head and softly caressing the shaft with one hand and the testicles with the other.

"Take off both your shirts," Jason continued, "we want to see your breasts, and if either of us says anything, it applies to both of you."