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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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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
VIVIENNE
CHEAT TWICE?
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.
VIVIENNE
With a faint hiss, her thighs slid over the smooth wooden board and a muffled sound ended the movement. It sounded like a rubber hammer lightly striking a tire full of air. Then a small puff of air blew across Vivienne's face. Closing her eyes briefly and then opening them wide again, she looked with her big bright blue eyes at the place from which the sound had come. Then she looked up and looked into her father's face.
"Now grasp the long stick once more with one hand and pull it toward you," his father asked.
Vivienne was kneeling on a swivel stool with a round wooden seat and three steel feet. Her two forearms were crossed in front of her chest, supporting her small body on the workbench. Leaning forward, she looked at the rectangular surfaces in front of her, one of which had a square wooden stick sticking out of the top at forty-five degrees. The wooden stick pointed away from her, toward her father.
"Go ahead, baby, throw it to you!" her father asked again.
He reached out with his right arm, grabbed the stick, and carefully pulled it toward him.
Nothing has moved.
"Vivienne look out! You can't break anything and if you do, there's always a solution to fix it, change it or make it new. So grab it tight and pull the chimney towards you. If it breaks, then Daddy will have to redo it because he built it wrong. OK!?"
Vivienne now bravely grabbed it and pulled hard on the chimney. She knew they were for her dollhouse. The roof flaps were machined so that they had an interlocking hinge like a common ridge, rather than being made of metal. The teeth with holes in one slab lay embedded in the teeth of the other slab and were held together by a core made of a very thin stick of wood.
At first, nothing happened because the wooden boards lay smooth on the work surface and were pressed by the air onto them. There were only two possibilities. Either she pulls so hard that the chimney breaks or the boards come loose and move toward each other as they just did, hissing between her thighs.
A small jolt went through Vivienne's forearm and the plates moved upward. The chimney straightened toward her and came to a nearly vertical position.
He looked at his father and smiled. He smiled back and suddenly said," Stop, hold it like that!"
He reached behind him, took a triangular wooden frame from the other work surface behind him, placed it next to the sloping roofs leaning against each other at an angle, and told Vivienne to push the frame into the resulting angle under the wood panels without letting go of the chimney. She was only allowed to change the angle of the boards with the wooden stick until the frame fit exactly underneath. Vivienne would now guide the boards apart or together, pushing the frame lower and lower with her other hand. Everything matched and Vivienne looked to him for confirmation or praise. It came promptly.
"This is the roof of my dollhouse?" she exclaimed, beaming.
"Yes, Vivienne, you did, and you put it on yourself. Now you can perform the topping-out ceremony.
Um, tell me Vivienne, why did you come to the lab?"
"Oh yes, the topping-out ceremony at the table. It will be fun."
Her father looked at her, laughed at the connection of the question to the answer, walked around the workbench and was about to lift Vivienne off the stool when she jumped up, knelt on the floor, made a bench with her hands and said, "I'm a house, I'm a house."
His father paused and asked, "Why are you a home now?"
Vivienne stood up, put her hands on her hips, looked at her father, a little playfully angry, like he was stupid, and said, "Mom said that all people have a skeleton and the roof there has a skeleton too. Also, we have many rooms in our bodies. Big ones and small ones, closed ones and open ones that everyone can go into. He said I can enter any room in his body and yours. You are also allowed in all my rooms. So I am a house."
"Yes, Vivienne, Mom is right, that's it. We are all homes. Old and young. You're a young house."
He smiled at her, lifted her on his arm and they both walked upstairs through the underground parking lot, washed their hands and entered the dining room where his wife had been waiting for them for several minutes.
She knew exactly when she was letting Vivienne pick up Daddy, it was going to take a while because Vivienne, at five years old, always had something to ask or observe.
Vivienne had a talent that her parents recognized immediately. She could absorb, process and allocate information at a tremendous speed. She directly or indirectly connected everything to a purpose. Her photographic and auditory receptivity bordered on the miraculous. Where others needed eternity, she was ready in a flash of thought and action. Everything about her seemed to be shaped by curiosity and uncontrollably converted into an explosion of knowledge and skill. She was also helped by the fact that her parents had almost no difficulty with her and simply let her do what she wanted, so that Vivienne could gain knowledge and experience for herself and, if necessary, even get a beating if something went wrong. For example, this experiment with a dollhouse roof led her to become interested in anatomy rather than architecture, with the help of her mother.
Her parents were both architects, and Vivienne soon realized that her mother's sketches, drawings, and plans, which she admired so much, and the models her father made for them, were only twice actually built as houses. Almost all of his father's works were built and brought him much fame, honor, and money, even though his wife worked on them constantly. Very soon they both went into business for themselves, securing a future for Vivienne as well. Her father realized as a student that building models cost a lot of money he didn't have, so he built them himself. He came up with the idea of saving materials and built these model homes exclusively out of wood. There wasn't a single piece of building material made from other materials. Glue and plastic didn't exist. Only ceramics or glass were still used. The connections and screws were made only of wood with dowels and screws that he made himself.
Success proved him right and the dollhouse for Vivienne was not his first.
His mother then designed the interiors of the models, which were highly praised and still attributed to his father. They fought against this, but it didn't help and they both decided to take the matter lightly because they knew what came from whom and it didn't matter what others thought or meant. He refused awards for works attributed to him and coming from his wife, even though his mother was for it and his father against it. After all, there were financial resources involved, which were not lacking, but could have been used in some way, his mother thought.
Vivienne witnessed this discussion when she was ten years old and said only that they could take the award and the money. The certificate was thrown in the trash and Dad hung a self-made certificate on the wall with Mom's name on it.
They then looked at each other and laughed out loud about the awards not being accepted, which Vivienne once again did not understand and thought she had said something stupid.
Later, piles of certificates hung in the workshop and Vivienne soon realized that her father received fewer awards but more construction contracts.
His parents lived by the motto: a good illustrative example always helps faster than many words!
Vivienne was able to apply this well in school, in high school, and now in her studies. She had learned many examples. One led to this study of human medicine. When she got her period just before her fourteenth birthday, she broke her left leg. The abdominal pain had been recent and when the leg broke, that pain was gone. The leg injury outweighed the lower abdominal pain. She immediately absorbed this change and thought about how she could overlay this pain in the future. Always breaking something is certainly not the solution. Because she couldn't find a solution, she wanted to study medicine and headed for orthopedics and internal medicine on her own.
After this fourteenth birthday and a long period of rest, during which she was not free to pursue her interests and active impulses at will, her lust for life and her irrepressible desire to satisfy curiosity burst forth in the extreme. It did not lead to active intervention by her parents because she handled everything else, but to some assistance from her mother. In intimate matters, she had quickly become her best friend.
When she was nine years old, her mother quietly entered her room at night to lay out her clothes for the next day. The light from the hallway fell directly on Vivienne's bed, and her mother saw her playing with her lips.
Vivienne tried to hide it, but her mother noticed anyway.
A few days later, Vivienne sat on her mother's couch, put her head in her lap, and quietly asked, "Is Mom serious?"
"What could be wrong with that, my dear?"
"What you saw there!" he returned softly.
Her mother stroked her blonde hair and said, "No, my darling, it's perfectly fine! I do that myself sometimes.
Both were silent. Then Vivienne raised her head, straightened halfway, looked her mother in the face and smiled meaningfully. Her mother returned the smile and the subject was closed.
He later stayed by her side during her first period and stayed with her all night when it happened, talking to her the next morning about all kinds of female problems. She was allowed to stay home for seven days and constantly buzzed her mother with questions.
Thus, a silent love affair developed between her and her mother in intimate matters, which were occasionally discussed on essential points.
