Jealousy during the Sexy Party E-Book

Emily White

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

Seitenzahl: 50

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

A world of illustrated intimacy unfolds in this seductive collection of short stories, where modern desire meets the expressive elegance of manga-inspired art. Emily White draws you into emotional landscapes charged with longing, tension, and raw sensuality—stories where bodies and hearts collide in unexpected, unforgettable ways. Each tale is a window into private worlds, delicately rendered with graceful, provocative imagery that lingers on the skin and in the soul. At the heart of the collection lies the title story, Jealousy during the Sexy Party—a tale of love fractured by betrayal and resurrected in the unlikeliest of places: a secret soirée in a villa bathed in crimson light. There, among shadows, music, and flesh, Piero comes face to face with Valentina—the woman who shattered him, and the only one who ever truly owned him. "She stood beneath the red lights, her silhouette gleaming like a forbidden sculpture—champagne in one hand, shadows clinging to her curves, eyes catching mine in the mirror across the room. The past was alive between us, humming like electricity. I hated her. I needed her." Love is a wound. Lust is a mirror. And sometimes, only fire can forge what was once broken.

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Jealousy during the Sexy Party

Hentai & Manga Illustrated Erotic Short Stories – A Steamy Collection of Hardcore, Naughty, and Dirty Fantasies

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Emily White

Imprint

© 2025 Emily White

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tredition GmbH, Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5, 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany.

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Table of Contents

Imprint

Table of Contents

Introduction

Mary and the Pleasure Cabinet

A Special Evening

First steps in a world waiting to be discovered

The Sexy Party and Jealousy

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.

Mary and the Pleasure Cabinet

Mary is hungry for sex. Maybe one of our friends will read this story and discover that they knew her in real life.

She confided in me today when we happened to be alone in her house in the Valpolicella hills.

I've been seeing her for a year, since Piero introduced her to the usual group of friends from Verona we hang out with during the winter. She's a pleasant woman who fit right in with us, keeping her private life to herself but opening up every now and then and slowly revealing herself to be a beautiful person.

We know she is in her fifties and very attentive to her image as an elegant and fashionable woman. She vaguely reminds me of Carrie in “Sex and the City” with her slim and toned physique, the result of her passion for running, which she doesn't give up even in the middle of winter.

We wives in the group, almost all in our sixties, envy her a little, but with the quiet awareness that our soft curves are due to laziness, a sweet tooth and, of course, the fact that, fortunately, our husbands accept us as we are and are no longer the strapping young men who seduced us.

Even Piero, her “boyfriend,” is over sixty and still a handsome, mature man, physically attractive, good-natured, calm but very ironic.

I like him because he doesn't waste words and, above all, he has been fond of Ivo since school, even though, as often happens, they reconnected in later life and, despite being different, they complement each other well.

It is therefore natural that I should want to get to know Mary better; in fact, I am curious to know more about her.

We are in her kitchen and she is patiently explaining to me, like a good Piedmontese, how to prepare veal with tuna sauce, sipping white wine from time to time, which surprises me because she is usually very careful about what she eats and drinks.

I don't know why, but she seems almost embarrassed, and I'm sorry because I love Piero and, as a result, I love her too, because she makes him happy. You only have to look at them together. I don't know if I intimidate her or make her feel uncomfortable.

I'm giving her my full attention, trying to follow her advice on the dish she's preparing, knowing full well that I would never dare to cook anything other than the dishes I've been preparing for years.

However, it's a great excuse to spend time together while the men are watching a basketball game.

“Now we need some tuna; if you open the cupboard behind you, you'll find the cans, take two of the largest ones.”

I turn around slowly, as my shoulder still hurts (I fell flat on my face a while ago), open the cupboard but don't see any cans of tuna.

Instead, I'm surprised to find a rather motley collection of jars, tins, and bottles, but no tuna. I also see a straw-colored ice cream stick, and I'm rather confused, which she notices:

“Oh, no, sorry, look in the one on the left; you opened my special cupboard...”

She giggles, looks me straight in the eye, blushing a little, and raises her glass again as if in a silent toast.

I don't say anything, but I think my face speaks for itself, revealing my amazement.

“Well, if you like, I'll tell you while I cook. I hope it doesn't shock you.”

It's an invitation to a wedding, I grab a stool and wait; I'll write down the recipe for veal with tuna sauce next time. She starts talking, keeping her head down a little.

"I like sex, I admit it.

I've never been married, nor have I had any stable relationships, or at least, relationships in the open.