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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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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.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
I will find you
My daughter is a lesbian
English class
Learning to love
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.
I will find you
'You are an old soul,' said the surprised gypsy, 'a pleasure to be with you, your majesty,' and at such words, neither the girls nor I could help laughing before her.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but.... Your Majesty? -
Sooner or later he'll understand," I think I could sense some indignation from the old woman now.
Well, you brought a smile to my face tonight, ma'am," and I put a couple of bills in her hand.
No, I could not accept them, it is my fault. It was I who had the honor of being in the presence of an old soul", he returned the tickets to me; but not before writing something on them, but I wasn't very interested in reading it and I simply put them in my wallet. After this strange encounter, we left.
Oh, allow me to bow to you your highness hahahahaha," Marie said as she grabbed the imaginary dress and bent down in front of me.
- Now, don't be a clown" and my hand found a place on the back of her head. I don't believe in this kind of nonsense, was the woman just trying to trick us or I don't know, to get money or something?
You're just saying that because you're old hahahaha she had her mouth full of reason, and sad, and she marked every letter in front of my face while the other girls just laughed.
So old I can still do this," I said as I wrapped my arm around her neck to put her in a headlock, and with my other hand I rubbed her head with my knuckles. She laughed and squealed and tried to get out of my arm, but come on, she was too small to pull it off.
Mia, let her go now," Sofia told me in a scolding manner; and with that tone, the only thing I could do was obey. When I did, Marie kicked me in the butt. - HEY! Look at Sof, and then who starts and goes around crying," I complained childishly.
Stop it you two, you're making a spectacle of yourself for everyone," Marie and I lowered our heads like scolded girls.
Sofia was right, we were putting on a pretty unique show. Two beautiful girls over 20 playing with each other like a couple of puppies was not a very common thing to see, and even less so at a fair.
It was the weekend and we needed to have fun. Sof and I had been exhausted all week because of our exams, which, thank God or whatever deity, were over; being a medical student was a real odyssey. Marie, on the other hand, wasn't working much, and besides, she was doing what she loved most: being an announcer; she didn't have a particularly special voice, but when she was "on the air" something changed in her that made her the most interesting person to listen to.
As for Laura and Alice, they were always overloaded with work; when it wasn't a divorce, it was a lawsuit or even a murder; that office saw all kinds of cases circulating, but between the two of them they complemented each other well and always managed to get everything out of the way, so much so that, with their "meager" 23, they were already one of the most requested legal offices in town.
That Saturday night, we had all made time to go out and spend some time together. It had been a while since the five of us had been together and there was plenty to talk about; it didn't matter that we already had ten years of beautiful friendship, no, we never ran out of things to talk about.
Mia, when are you going out?" said Alice, referring to when she would have a partner, because of the five of us, I had always been the only single one. In ten years of friendship (since we were 13 years old) my longest relationship had been with Carlos, which was before I knew I felt no particular attraction to his crotch, lasted only three months and the most we'd had was a, poorly given, kiss on the neck; and it must be said that the sun warmed me the most. Of course, not to mention the long and intimate relationship he had with my hand, but they didn't know that and I wasn't about to bring them out of their ignorance.
Are they going to start yet? Come on, every time they see me they ask me the same thing," I said with some annoyance, because when I saw Alice or Laura, who were the ones I dated the least, it was always the same question.
I'll settle for you telling me you're dating someone.
If I tell you, will you leave me alone?
Yes," and a smile of excitement spread across his face.
It's okay, I'm seeing someone," I said in a very sarcastic tone.
- is always the same with you Amelia. If you keep this up you will stay....
I'm waiting for that special someone. And I'm not going to try a thousand wrong ones and then find the right one ten years later. No, thank you.
!!!!" shouted Marie in my ear.
I hugged them, trying to hug them all, but I could only hold Sof and Marie in my arms; and they were my best friends.
That night all the girls had drunk a little too much. It was always Marie who won the medal for drunkenness, Alice came second and Laura and Sofia always came last with a few too many drinks and a slightly clumsy tongue. And I, as always, was the designated driver whose job it was to get them all to their beds, change them, tuck them in, leave them lying on their sides and close the doors.
By the time I finished handing them all out, it was after three in the morning. I arrived at my apartment, put on some comfortable clothes and, as I did every night, sat on the couch in front of the large window overlooking the city and drank a strong cup of coffee so that all traces of sleep were gone.
I hated sleeping. Night after night I had the most intense dreams and always, without exception, I woke up drenched in sweat, in tears and with my heart in a million pieces. I wished I didn't remember them the next day, but no, I remembered them one by one in detail and that made it all the more painful.
When I was 12, I had my first, and my parents didn't pay attention to it; "it's adolescence" they said, "it's the hormones", "you'll be fine soon", "stop staying awake", "eat lighter before sleeping", and many other typical phrases, but as the months went by, and seeing that they didn't sleep well, they had to take me to the doctor; he gave me medication and referred me to a psychologist who, in reality, the only thing he did was take money from my parents.
However, those pills, although they took away my nightmares by preventing me from dreaming, or rather remembering them, only made me completely drugged during the day. I was numb, I fell easily and, of course, my grades dropped. So when I entered high school, I decided to give it up and try to endure those terrible and painful nightmares. And when I entered medical school, everything got better, because I wasn't sleeping anymore, so there were no nightmares; one strong coffee and everything was solved.
As I sat in front of the window, coffee warming my hands, my mind wandered. I was the only single one of the five of us. Sofía had her eternal lover, Cristóbal; Marie had Felipe, who was an idiot, but after all he was her boyfriend; Alice was engaged to Aron, and it wouldn't be long before Mike asked Laura the same thing. Yes, I was the only one with different preferences and they loved me and accepted me as such. I told them when we were sophomores in college and they took it gladly. They never made me uncomfortable and never pushed me aside. On the contrary, they always tried to set me up with some beautiful girl who had the same taste as me. Those women were my whole life and I loved them more than anything. I knew they would always be there for me and I would always be there for them.
In that wooden box with rounded corners, a cream-colored cloth and a couple of large buttons, was playing the new hit from that young girl's favorite singer: Édith Piaf's "la vie en rose."
Evalgenile, a young woman of 23, was in her small Parisian apartment with a couple of rooms. She had just left the office she hated so much; her coworkers, and especially her boss, kept making unseemly advances and belittling her for being a woman. They said a girl shouldn't work in an office.
Evangeline's job wasn't very important, she was a secretary and assistant to the boss, but even so, she was the one who really made a difference in that place, because with her intelligence, her people skills and her beauty, she could make sure that everything was in place and that the boss, the spoiled son of the owner, didn't let his father's legacy fail.
Montmartre did not seem to her the best place for a young woman to live, but it was what she could afford with the not-so-good salary she was offered; it also had excellent cafes and music worth listening to, but from then on it was full of rioters and young people who thought they were artists and had nothing to do. It annoyed him greatly to have to walk around the Place du Tertre and have these "talentless" boys offer to paint his portrait for a few francs. However, there were few things she enjoyed more than walking down the rue saint-vincent, buying a good wine, and drinking undisturbed at the edge of the table.
She had a very strong character that did not coincide with her physique, as she was a very thin young woman, not very tall, with a small breast, white as snow and with very short and wavy hair as was the fashion; but if there was something about her that drew attention, besides her ability to shout at people, it was her eyes, which, like her character, did not coincide with the rest of her body, they were a yellow-green color and extremely expressive, which would make anyone who dared to look at them fall in love with her.
That day, after her coffee and a pastry or two, she went for a walk to take her mind off things, she was tired of having to rebuff Adrien so many times, her boss very idiotic and unkind, the man didn't understand that men weren't his thing; but she couldn't explain it.
Being so distracted, she never realized why she was walking the streets; until, as she looked down, some unfeminine shoes appeared in her path, giving her a scare.
