My Girlfriend. 51 E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Adult Erotica Love Stories of Hentai Desires: Seductive Curves, Filthy Dreams, Naked Illustrations, Sex Games, Uncensored Hardcover Tales
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 63

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

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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My Girlfriend. 51

Collection of Adult and Erotic Manga Stories with Nude 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

Follow-me!

Chapter 53

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.

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Chapter 53

Lara wasn't my wife, she wasn't my girlfriend, she wasn't my girlfriend, and if you'll excuse me, I didn't even think she was a great woman. She was a friend I fucked and enjoyed her big, perky tits, nothing more. It may sound cold, cruel and heartless to say that now, knowing that she committed suicide, but it was the truth. I didn't feel too fond of Lara, she wasn't an important person in my life, and if she had gone I would have thirty as easily as she did, even if she had died another way, I wouldn't have cried. All of this is true, even though I struggle to say it, all the pain and suffering I suffered was not because I had lost her, but because she was a consequence of my actions, good or bad, self-interested or random. Lara was dead and I was to blame, to a greater or lesser degree.

I felt very guilty, but it was clear to me that I was not the most responsible, nor the only one. I was going to make the people involved pay for everything, for Lara's rape and death, for Alicia, who was recovering from her suicide attempt, for Mara, her sister who had seen it live, for turning Naira against me, for attacking my friends and family... I could take it all, any attack against me, I was prepared, I would have accepted that game, but not them, I would not make the same mistake again, and I would not endanger anyone else but myself. I had to end it all, and if it was by fighting and dying, I was going to do it, I was going to do it any way I could, but I was going to do it. That was my determination, of course, it would only be if it came to that, I had plans to end everything without going to those extremes.

I was coming home from the park, where I had had an encounter, which came too late, with a stranger to you and almost to me. I hadn't seen this person in 10 years, and I had changed a lot, but he would help me, only at the end, when the time was right, until then, I was alone. Or maybe not so alone, I had called Madame, I needed help and discretion, no one better for that than her. Maybe I could have made it without Madame, but Raul was out of his mind, with all his mental strength, I couldn't take it anymore and I needed "him".

When I got home, I looked for a backpack I hadn't seen in almost four years, a backpack I had once used to "assault and rape" a model. It was the last job of Zeus, my alter ego in luxury prostitution, a dangerous guy, he had my wiles, my body, my intuition, but he lacked kindness, mercy and doubt, he was a steamroller crushing everything in his path, and that was just what I needed.

Zeus was inside of me and all that time I felt like he was doing something unseemly to me from time to time. I attributed it to some dark part of my character, the part you don't tell your friends and family about, but that backpack was a representation of where I had buried it long ago. When I opened it, some dust came out and there it was, duct tape, ropes, handcuffs, balaclava...all the kit I used in his last appearance.

ZEUS: "I warned you, I said you would need me."

Me: "I never denied your return, but when this is over, you'll be back in this hole" - I was talking to myself and it seemed normal.

I sat at the same desk where I had sat for the two weeks since Lara's death, or maybe it was three weeks? At that desk where I hadn't figured anything out. That time I picked up a pen and paper without realizing it and started writing a list. I always work the same way, I need goals otherwise I get lost, I need to know who I'm going for and in what order.

1st Lorenzo

2nd Carlos

3rd Eleanor

A short list, yes, but it was something. I knew who to go for, how and when was a mystery, but the first thing was to get away from everything and everyone. Whether Eleanor and Carlos were watching me or not, I suspected I wasn't worth following with so many spies around me.

For the sake of those who were loyal to me and to get away from those who were not, I had to leave. I packed my bags and said goodbye to my family, they wanted to convince me but I was no longer Raúl, not completely. I kissed them affectionately, my father gave me a single hug of affection, my mother several hugs of love and my sister only gave me a slap. I said goodbye to them and went to Alexis' house, my boss, or ex-boss, since I was irretrievably fired because of my depression after Lara's death.

When Alexis saw me on her doorstep, with a suitcase and backpack at my feet, she enthusiastically hugged me.

Is my master moving in with me?

Me: That's right, and don't tell anyone, if you do I'm leaving. Now get my things and take them upstairs - I knew where I lived, a third floor with no elevator, Alexis would not have weighed more than 58 pounds, and the suitcase and a backpack as best she could without my help, dressed in office clothes and heels.