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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
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
SURPRISE VISIT
SURPRISE!
SURPRISE DURING LUNCH BREAK
SURPRISE IN SERVICE
SURPRISE AT THE DOCTOR'S VISIT
SURPRISE IN THE STREET
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.
SURPRISE VISIT
The doorbell rang. It was already quite late and dark outside. I thought to myself, I wonder who could still be there now.
I went to the front door. I wasn't actually prepared for visitors. I was wearing my old sweatpants, which were still fine for the house. I was wearing an old t-shirt and sweater, nothing fancy. The TV was on in the background when I opened the door.
Outside was a real surprise with half-length blonde hair, a dark complexion, a friendly, radiant face with glossy rose-colored lips, and a familiar voice. "Yeah, hi! I was out and about and thought I'd stop by! You have some time for me, I hope?" she purred at Maggie's beautiful voice.
Maggie was a former co-worker of mine. We had fought many battles together and were a good team when we worked together in the company. She could do a lot of things at once and I had the experience. But then we parted ways. He left the company because he "wanted to try something different." But the contact never really stopped.
She was a little shorter than me at 5'4". Her body was almost perfect: not too skinny, but not too fat either. Nice big breasts, which she also knew how to present, a firm butt, which also classically stood out in her tight clothes. She always wore elegant clothes. I thought she was elegant and attractive even in a potato sack.
"Yes, of course! What a surprise," I replied, opening the door all the way so she could enter, "where did you come from in that sexy dress?" She was wearing, as she almost always did, tall black leather boots with overlays and heels. She also wore a black evening dress, rather short, with a low neckline and a wide leather belt with a gold buckle. The red leather coat with a fur collar wasn't exactly 100% appropriate, but if you dared, it worked.
"I'm sorry, but I wasn't expecting any more visitors today," I wanted to apologize for my casual attire, but she just said, "It doesn't matter! I helped her take off her coat and hung it on the coat rack. "You still haven't told me where you're from," I asked again. "It doesn't matter, does it?" she said quickly, as if she didn't want to hear or know anything on the subject. "Now we've known each other for a long time, but I've never been to your house. Would you give me an exclusive tour?"
I was happy to do it. We went to the kitchen first, then the living room and dining room. Then we went to the bathroom. When we got there, he said he had to go to the bathroom. So I went back to the living room by myself. There I looked for some glasses and a good bottle of wine. After a few minutes she came back and we toasted.
Each one told me something about themselves, their jobs, and anything else that came to mind. When she didn't tell me about her boyfriend (she had been with a very handsome man), I already had an inkling of something, but I didn't want to probe and was curious to see if she would tell me later. It was just after 8pm and I hadn't eaten yet. I asked her if she was still crazy about pizza and when she said yes, we decided to order one from "our favorite Italian" (we had already made this pizzeria our regular spot while working together).
We ordered and waited the 40 minutes the owner had said on the phone. In the meantime, I set the table and we talked about this and that. He stood with me in the kitchen and helped me. I pulled some candlesticks and candles out of a drawer and put them on the table. Suddenly he looked at me with big glassy eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked, "are you suddenly looking..." Then she came to me, hugged me and started crying. She was completely distraught. I took her in my arms and stroked her head. My shirt, which I had swapped out for a t-shirt and sweater in the meantime, was wet in no time.
So I stayed with her for a few minutes and then we sat down.
Just then, the pizza delivery man rang the doorbell. I went to the door, gave him the money, grabbed the food and took it to the kitchen. She was sitting at the dining room table like a pile of misery. She was still sobbing and wiping her eyes, smearing her makeup. I put the food in the oven and went back to her.
"Now come," I said, putting my arm around her, "tell me what's on your mind." Then all the dams broke. She pressed herself against me again and wept and wept like a waterfall. "I can't go on," she said through her tears, "I can't go on." She pressed herself against me harder and harder. "It's okay," I stroked her hair, "come on, let's eat first and then when you have strength and desire again, you can say anything you want to say to me." A "thank you," swimming in tears, escaped her lips and reached my ear.
She went to the bathroom to get settled. In the meantime, I cut the pizza and when I returned to the dining table, she was already sitting there sipping her wine. "Hmmm, this is delicious," she said, "Yes, and so is the pizza. I think it's still the same!" We sat at the table wordlessly and ate. For quite a while no one said anything.
Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, it spilled out of Maggie. Her boyfriend, the pig, had been cheating on her for four years with her best friend Sandra. She still wouldn't have known if she hadn't happened to come home early today to prepare something for their anniversary.
Sandra was standing in front of the couch in the apartment, wearing the lingerie he had bought her and letting him fuck her. Then she confronted them both and found out it had been going on for over four years. Then she packed up her things and left. He would have tried to change her mind, but she left.
"And now," she said, close to tears again, "I don't know what to do. Can you help me? You know Herbert. I won't talk to him anymore!" "Calm down," I soothed her, "you need some distance from that boy. Where are you going to stay?" "I don't know," the tears were flowing down her face again. "You can stay with me if you want. Then we'll see." "Thank you," she breathed again.
We cleared the table and I sat on the couch while Maggie went to the car to get some more things she needed for tonight.
After about 20 minutes, the door bell rang. The door had fallen into the lock and he couldn't get in. He was carrying a couple of sports bags and a small rolling suitcase. He passed me with the bags (no more room in the hallway, it's already overcrowded with two people) and just as he was about to go into the guest room, a bag fell out and opened.
On the floor were two large black dildos and three different smaller versions of pleasure dispensers. She walked into the room, quickly put everything down and went back into the hallway to get the other things. At this point, though, I had already helped her with that.
"What are you looking at?" she teased a little, picking one up and stroking my pants, "YOU can't always do that when we need you to." "Alright" I smiled at her, "if I can help you..." I took the large dildo I had picked up and fondled her breasts.
She moaned slightly and grabbed him, turned around and wanted to go to the guest room. After a few seconds she turned to me and said, "We've been friends for a long time, but we've never done THAT before, have we? It would make me happy if I could make you happy with that." "But hopefully not just for me..." I said and walked towards her.
His arms wrapped around my neck and our lips touched at first softly and then more fiercely and warmly. Our tongues intertwined and felt every millimeter of each other. My hands slid down her dress, reached over her waistband, past her and grabbed her firm, plump buttocks to knead them.
His hands caressed my back, scratched my shirt with his nails, and finally reached my butt. He rubbed his hands wildly up and down my back, pressing my hands against my butt so that my bulge in my pants pressed against his loins.
I knelt down a little, reached under her buttocks, lifted her up and carried her to the bed, where I carefully laid her down. "What are we doing here?" she moaned a little uncertainly, but then breathed firmly into me, "I want you!" "I want you too," I gasped as I moved closer to her breasts kissing them. She unbuckled her belt and put them around my neck, moving my head to her body.
I licked her breasts, which smelled like rose oil, and sucked and sucked on her dark red nipples and plump atria. She winced a little every time I pulled too hard on her nipples. She pushed her boot between my thighs and pressed the tip against my penis, which was throbbing wildly tight in my pants.
I felt their shafts against my skin, even through the fabric of my shirt. The smell of leather had penetrated deep into my brain and made me almost unwilling and in bondage. She let me have my way as I pulled her dress up even higher and turned my face to her Venus mound and pleasure cave. She gasped as my tongue caressed her hard clit and then licked her slit.
Again and again she lifted herself up and gasped violently, pressing my head between her thighs and gripping my hair tightly. She tasted so good and the hot juice flowing from her pussy was like an elixir of love. I took every drop inside me. Her hands slid over her breasts, massaging them. She slipped her dress off over her head and lay naked in front of me.
His hand reached my hair and pulled me up. I licked her sweaty body with my tongue and slid over her skin. "Come on," he ordered me with a serious look, "get naked and fuck me! As if in a trance, I took off my shirt, underpants, panties and stockings.
As I was undressing, he took an oil from one of his pockets and smeared it on himself. "Come here, lie down," he said smiling, "I'm going to lie on top of you and oil you up!" He pulled his upper body next to mine in waves and covered me with the oil.
Her oiled hands slid through my hair and over my face, her breasts glistening oily and pressing against me. My penis was ready and she enjoyed every touch of her slit with it, making her moan. Her bare torso shone in the light and I pulled her down on me again and kissed her long and hard.
