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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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Emily White
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
1.HOW IT ALL BEGAN...
2.HOW ALCOHOL CHANGED MY LIFE
3.IMPORTANT BUSINESS
4.MODEL
5.PETY
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.
HOW IT ALL BEGAN...
Thanks to cell phones!
Hi, I'm Marc, I'm 35 years old and work in the credit industry. Thanks to regular but not excessive exercise, I weigh about 70 kg at 175 cm tall and have short, dark blonde hair. In addition to my hobbies as a substitute DJ and motorcycling, I also coach the volleyball team in my new hometown. And it is on this team that Andrea, the woman because of whom I was involved in a very dangerous game, plays.
Andrea is only 3 years younger than me and married. She is self-employed as a tax consultant in a well-established and reputable law firm. You can't describe this woman, you have to see her and experience her. When she walks into a room, she fills it with her charisma. She has an aphrodisiac effect on all the men present, she simply radiates an eroticism that no one can resist. She knows it, she takes advantage of it, she uses it, but she is the most aloof of all. She nips in the bud any attempt to flirt, no matter how clever, to get a date with her. After all, she is happily married. Whenever she appears in public with her husband, they personify the "perfect couple" and that's after almost 13 years of marriage.
But now let's talk about her looks: she's 170 tall, Mediterranean type with dark skin, long black hair (always braided into a ponytail when she exercises, which highlights her beautiful neck even more), brown eyes. She's not like the drug-addicted, bulimic models of the fashion industry; she has a shapely, athletic figure with substance in place. But a real eye-catcher are her breasts. Simply WOW! They seem to defy gravity, even though they aren't exactly small. When she shows up at the gym with her belly top and sports bra underneath accentuating them even more, I've always had to restrain myself from staring too suspiciously at both of her boobs. I would estimate Andrea's bra size as 75C or 80C. When she's not wearing a bra (as she often does in the summer), but just a shirt or top, they really come into play. Her dark, medium-sized areolas stand out particularly clearly through the light summer fabrics. Andrea's overall artwork is completed by her butt. Well-formed, it suits provocative trendy jeans, mini-skirts or summer dresses (casual looks), but also looks great in an office look. All in all (at least for me) the epitome of sexiness.
But like I said, detached and emphatically distant. She attends all team events when it fits her schedule, but even among good acquaintances she doesn't relinquish her distance. After several unsuccessful attempts, I resigned myself to not being able to end up with her. Other women, also married, were not as bitchy as I could see. But at every training session I found myself looking up to her, almost undressing her. The "forbidden" fruits are the most attractive...or something like that.
Since my lending institution, where I am employed in the "risk department," has made it its mission to be THE point of contact for start-ups with innovative and unconventional concepts, there was no shortage of work, and that included a "tour" to young entrepreneurs at least once a month to check out their concepts (or implementation) on the spot, unannounced. This time it was me again with the bullock tour, which is a week away for far-flung clients. As an unmarried man, you're always the "first choice" for something like this. This time the route took me to the Heidelberg-Karlsruhe area. Since Karlsruhe was very central to the tour, I stayed at a very chic hotel on the southern edge of the city, where I always returned after a busy day to use the spa area and relax.
As usual in these hotels, there is always some meeting or convention going on and there was always movement of people at the hotel bar in the evening. I sat in my chair with my single malt and read a newspaper, and kept an eye on the bar to see if anything woman-like might come out.
Suddenly I thought I heard a familiar voice and looked again at the crowd at the bar. And who did I see? Andrea. Rather a businesswoman in a cream colored suit, knee length skirt, white blouse, lace up sandals. I picked up my glass, put down the newspaper and was about to surprise her when the man next to Andrea (obviously not her husband) suddenly gave her a tender kiss on the cheek and caressed her cute butt. Expecting a full-blown scandal, or at least a resounding slap in the face, I waited, anyway. Oha. What was this all about? The unapproachable lady didn't seem to mind at all. Nothing happened. Except that Andrea began to reciprocate the strange man's little caresses.
I had to swallow, but sat back down to watch the further events. My interest was more than piqued. The newspaper was a great cover, over the edge of which I could watch the couple make love. The two became more and more demanding until Andrea whispered something in the man's ear. I watched Andrea go to the elevator and go up to the third floor. After a while, his admirer also went to the elevator and I took the opportunity to get in with him. He was to go to the fifth floor, I was to go to the fourth. As soon as I got out, I turned toward the stairwell and rushed to the third floor, expecting the man to go straight to Andrea to continue the game they had both started at the bar.
I looked for an alcove from which I could overlook the entire hallway. But time passed and no one came. As I was about to leave, a door near the elevators opened and Andrea came out, wearing a bathrobe and sauna towel. She took the elevator to the spa area. I went to my room and wondered if I should also go to the sauna. That way I would at least have the pleasure of seeing Andrea completely naked for once. She only participated in the sauna volleyball shifts when there were no "mixed shifts". So I packed up my things and went to the sauna area. I was already thinking of a few words to say to her when I entered the spa area. Weird. There was no one to be seen. The area isn't even that big. A little twisty, but not huge. Suddenly a cell phone rang and I heard a familiar murmur of voices. Cautiously, I went in the direction and could hear that it was Andrea talking to her husband on the phone. Now I saw them too. They were standing in the hot tub alcove, which was somewhat hidden by planters, columns, and a half-height wall.
She was talking on the phone and the stranger was standing in front of her, sliding his hands under her bathrobe. I was completely taken aback by the scene: was this the Andrea I knew? Mrs. Cool, probably not. She let him have his way, even unbuckling his belt so he could better pamper her body. I couldn't stay here, because then they would see me sooner or later. Since I was very curious and even a little excited about how things were going, I looked for a better place to watch. I found it in the restful, heated loungers that stretched like a tunnel around the entire pool area. Slowly and quietly, I chose a lounger in front of which I could see the whole scene through a planter without being seen myself. It took me a while to find this spot, but it was perfect. I had an unobstructed view of the vortex from above on a diagonal and couldn't be spotted.
She ended the conversation with an "I love you!" to her husband and then dropped both her robe and all inhibitions. What an incredible body. I immediately had an erection when I saw her perfect breasts, with erect nipples, dark areolas. Except for a small strip of black pubic hair, she was shaved. My mouth went dry and my pants seemed to burst as she knelt on her robe and began sucking the stranger! She was clearly enjoying the process and Andrea was enjoying herself as well, as I could observe. Suddenly I had an idea. I will definitely never have a view like this again, too bad to let it go unused. I pulled out my cell phone (thank God only the vibrator was on) and took some pictures of your brass concert. In some of them you can see very well that it is Andrea who is enclosing a cock with her full lips. And she was sucking it in her mouth as if she was drowning. When the stranger suddenly starts squirming, she stops and lets him come with quick hand movements. She gets hit in the face, hair, and both breasts by the cum coming out and, so smeared, she just looks horny. She takes a large drop of cum on her index finger and licks it off with pleasure before massaging the rest into her breasts.
Finally there are pictures! My cock already hurts, it's so hard, but I don't dare to satisfy myself, because my moans might give me away. I take pictures with my phone and simply enjoy the show. They both disappear briefly into the shower and I look at the pictures again. Wonderful. You can see their faces, the drops of cum on their breasts, just amazing! I quickly delete the bad ones, who knows what else is coming. Who knows what they did in the shower, but by the time they get back in the hot tub with wet bodies, the stranger already has an erection again. As soon as they enter the pool, Andrea rocks on her partner's lap in a sliding motion. A small hesitation, a slight adjustment of the pelvis and with an expression of extreme pleasure, Andrea rests on the hard cock and takes it all in. A sound of pleasure escapes her that can be heard all the way to me. She pauses for a while and then begins a slow stroke that increases more and more, making the water foam. I take picture after picture, and when her excitement can't be contained, I have a flash of inspiration: VIDEO function!!! I quickly switch my phone to video and film their final spurt. Andrea comes screaming to her climax and lets herself fall as the man still gently pampers both her breasts and he too seems to come again, as suddenly a silence and stillness falls where only her heavy breathing can be heard. After a while their bodies separate and they really relax in the pool, chatting about trivialities and ending it all relatively quickly. When they both left the area, I hurried to my room.
Once there, I had to first process what I had seen. This meant that I satisfied myself with a few quick movements and had to cum in a way that I had rarely experienced before. After I calmed down a bit, a few things became clear to me. Andrea led a double life. Unapproachable at home. Far away, she was getting her money's worth. But what good did that do? With this result, unsatisfactory to me, I fell asleep, expecting to see Andrea at breakfast the other morning. But nothing happened, I had to leave and never met her again.
