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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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Love Meeting
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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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
1.How I met Carla
2.Love meeting
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
3.His language is a provocation
4.Mechanics
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 I met Carla
This time I'm going to tell you how I met the woman who is now my submissive and loving whore, my slave. I know it may sound cliché, but she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, she's the perfect woman: dark skin, prominent and strong breasts, narrow waist, perfect silhouette (I love it when her abs show a little), and that Portuguese accent that makes her the person I care so much about, even though people don't understand how I can love her so much when I'm so strict with her with my punishments, my orders, the way I can sometimes humiliate her... This story, like all the others I've published, is REAL and none of them have been edited for publication. It is exactly as it happened.
Well, let's get started...
"My relationship with my former partner Rocío (which I mentioned in my previous story "How I Was Trained as a Slave...) ended, to my regret, as I felt completely fulfilled and excited by this new experience, due to circumstances that are not relevant and which I will not tell you about.
I remember when I was dating guys, in my heterosexual days, it wasn't hard for me to throw myself at the guy I liked and start a conversation where I set the boundaries.... But from the moment I became obsessed with the female body all that changed. You always think about the feeling that everything in this world is strictly ruled by rules: Man and woman, yin and yan, good and evil, failure or success.... So I realized that I couldn't approach and talk to the woman I liked at a certain moment in a disco, because normally she is heterosexual and doesn't judge my conversation from a point of view of sexual attraction and only as a friendly possibility...
These things and others that I know of added up, and made it really impossible for me to relate sexually when I was alone without a partner. I had endless possibilities with boys, men of all ages.... No one understood why I didn't get involved with even the nicest of them all.... I even thought I should get involved with one of them so my friends would stop calling me stupid.... My friends! God, with how rich some of them were, and I wouldn't have minded being in a relationship with any of them.... How cruel life is when you live on the other side, isn't it?
Since my love life was completely out of control, I looked for various activities that would allow me to forget everything I would have to do with a partner.... Although I didn't accept anything with the guys, there were some of them who gave me this chance. That's how my crazy period started: I was a go-go girl in nightclubs, a stripper, I performed in Peep Show booths, I participated in some erotic festivals, I rubbed shoulders with some artists of the porn business... Well, let's just say that I fully entered a world that allowed me to relate with selected people, to feel beautiful and sexually attractive and, at the same time, to parade in front of beautiful women and the flag, hehe, but nothing, not even with those I overcame my shame:)
So it was that one day, perhaps a little drunk, I accepted a man's offer to do a photo test for an advertising company that was looking for an attractive, fresh-looking, nonchalant young woman.... "Me?" Well, I laughed a lot. It's amazing how unmotivated a person can be on certain topics. I didn't think I was attractive enough to grace an ad campaign with my body.... But I did.
I showed up early the next morning, still not believing that I would be able to accept such a proposal. Well, there's no point in telling you how the long photo session went, because that's not even the point:)... I'll just say that the man immediately offered me an exclusive contract for a year, a magnificent salary and the obligation to participate in a multitude of events, as a hostess, corporate image, model, etc....
It was quite a traumatic shock for me to see my half-naked body advertising a brand of shower gel, but after overcoming that shame, I also learned to make better use of my image.... I saw things in myself that I thought I didn't possess and new doors opened up for me in the field of seduction, eh?:)
Then that day the call came from the agency. They needed 5 of the most beautiful girls in the agency. Logically, since I had been an active participant in one of their advertising jobs, I couldn't refuse to participate in what would be a miss competition in Portugal, specifically in Porto.
We would have to attend as hostesses, dressed appropriately for the occasion. The truth is that I was deeply flattered to be in the company of such beautiful young girls, because I thought that if I were half as beautiful as them, which is why I'm here, I could consider myself finally satisfied and fulfilled as a woman.
We flew in in the morning while the organizers were still working out the details of the celebration. We were given the corresponding pass to have free access to the facilities and were taken to our personal changing rooms to leave our bags with our clothes in them.
The event was held at 5:00 pm. At lunchtime, the entire team of staff and organizers on one side, and the hostesses and assistants on the other, met in the large dining room, in an area reserved for us.
The model candidates took their places respectively in order of arrival and occupied the area reserved exclusively for them. They were beautiful, exuberant, blonde, brunette, light skinned, dark skinned.... I had to make a tremendous effort to restrain myself as my fellow hostesses dined next to me....
An hour before the event, all of us in the agency met to outline the position each of us would be in, what we would be doing at all times, the route we would be taking in carrying out our task, and the general information we would be giving in detail to anyone who was interested and asked.
After a powerful and well-choreographed soundtrack by an excellent Brazilian dance group, event presentations and sponsor awards took place.
Can you believe I didn't understand a single word? It sounded to me like an extremely erotic language, so beautiful.... Even though I couldn't understand those words, I was strongly attracted to the way those voices sounded, special mention for the women's voices... God, my thong was overflowing as I stood motionless on one side of the stage, with my hands folded behind my back!
The models were brought in, all sculptural, all in casual clothes and all very attractive. I didn't think I would find anyone special there, so I tried not to examine them too much, but to pay attention to what I needed to do as a member of the pageant.
It was in the moment when each of them were paraded one by one on the wide stage in their swimsuits. You can believe that there were beautiful, haughty women... but when I saw Carla I admit that if I had worn false teeth I would have fallen like in the comedy miniseries!!!!! But is she a woman, or is she perfection made flesh????
I was so engrossed in his performance that I didn't notice at all that a nice old Portuguese man was asking me for directions to the bathrooms.... Nothing, I only realized it after he called me for the third time:$
Instinctively I hurried, but not indifferently, to point her in the right direction and, seeing that she was leaving, I continued to admire her sculptural walk... Carla was a tall woman, with a dark complexion, long jet-black hair, angelic eyes and nymph lips, a perfect silhouette... Her breasts were crazy, inviting, perfectly overcoming the law of gravity and drawing an explosive cleavage. In her slow walk and, when she made more accelerated movements, her abdominal muscles were shyly drawn on her torso.... And what about her legs? From her pretty little buttocks to her delicate feet, there wasn't a single detail that wasn't precious. "She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life," I thought instinctively.
Every time she took the stage, everything in me seemed to stop in time.... Pfiuu, seeing those hips move, swaying gracefully to the rhythm of sensual music was the most heavenly thing I had ever seen in my life. I admit that when she spread her legs on the floor, I could see the front of her thong and I thought I could already see a beautiful shaved pussy (the way I like it, with a little mustache on top) and her open, wet lips....
It was a hard experience to see her there and I had to be motionless, unable to go to the bathroom to finger myself, to touch my breasts? How could I stand it like that?
The pageant was a huge success with the public, and although my nenika didn't win first prize (which I know she deserved, no doubt, she looked the prettiest of them all to me), she did get a more than honorable second place, as maid of honor. All the festivities were over and the awards ceremony followed.
Each of us hostesses had to present the prize to each of the 4 finalists (including Carla), plus the winner. Since no one objected and I wanted to present Carla's prize, I slipped into the last place in the line of hostesses with bouquets to present, as I started with nominee number five, followed by number four, number three...and number two, which was Carla!
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking at me and, in an excess of desire on my part, overcoming even all my shame, I pulled out of my pocket my pen and a small piece of paper, on which I wrote in clear handwriting:
"Carla, you have the body of a goddess. I guess you don't like women, but I like you. If you want to meet me, come to locker room 7 as soon as the closing ceremony is over."
I hid the card among the flowers in the beautiful bouquet and waited my turn.
As my companions paraded around handing out their respective gifts, my nerves got even stronger and eventually I was tempted to pull the card from the bouquet. The sanity and shame that always characterize me were making their presence felt....
The dreaded moment arrived. With a firm, feminine stride, I walked across the side of the stage to the center of the stage as the announcer spoke Carla's name over the loudspeaker and I handed her the bouquet. She was immediately aware of the presence of the card. She looked into my eyes, what beautiful features! I looked at her face, how beautiful!!! and made a smiling face that pleased her.
The minutes leading up to leaving the venue were interminable so that all members of the organizing team could prepare to close the facilities. All of us, laughing, walked through the long hallways to our respective dressing rooms.
I almost didn't hear what my friends were saying. I was so immersed in the thought of whether or not Carla was coming to see me that I couldn't utter a word and could only smile at them to let them know I was there and not on Mars....
She had also given us an exquisite bouquet of scented roses. Once in the dressing room, I closed the door, left the bouquet on the table in front of the mirror and began to undress, changing my clothes.
