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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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My Instructor
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
The meeting
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
The Unexpected…
Tania's apprenticeship
Christmas meeting
My instructor
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.
The meeting
Chapter 1
I'm glad to be back home, after two weeks of wandering around in a state that's not your own.... Sick of sleeping in other people's beds... on borrowed sheets, always the same color... of drying myself with scratchy towels with the smell of overheated dryers... of eating continental meals.... Of going from one place to another.... Of talking and talking, to countless numbers of intransigent people! I had been dreaming of taking a bubble bath in my bathtub for a week. If I closed my eyes, I could smell the lavender scent of the house and my clothes. I may have been overdoing it a bit, but that smell relaxed me.... And eventually, you will arrive.... Alexa... to your abode... to your den...! With each passing minute, I got closer and closer to her. Possessed, she glanced at her watch, as if trying to get me to run faster.
I walked into the cafe in desperation, with my bag slung over my right shoulder, my laptop in my right hand and my coat in the other free part of my shoulder, a total of five pounds, but when you carry it for a long time it feels like you're carrying tons. My guts were rumbling, I needed something to eat and especially a glass of wine, it was a little early for whiskey. In front of the bar I ordered something light, a sandwich and a glass of red. I had to lose a few kilos that I had gained, with so many meals, in these two weeks, although I knew that I would eventually keep them down.
I was very disciplined. I stopped smoking and eating fat, but as far as weight loss goes I wasn't very, I had a sweet tooth, especially chocolate, which was my downfall. They say. it's a substitute for sex and that...I hadn't had any for a long time. I had joined a gym a year ago, but quit after a few months. I couldn't lose more than a couple of pounds.
When I got out of class, I would run home and eat sweets..... I needed it, so I gave it up, it was better for my figure. Now I was sitting at one of the countless oval tables of marbled marble, with iron feet painted hammer black that are found in any of the countless airports around the world. Most of them, peeled or with small gaps in some of their surrounding edges, the consequence of some nasty collision with blunt objects, such as glasses, cups, or plates.... The same objects, which were usually used as improvised ashtrays by passengers. I found it rather unhygienic, but that's just the way people are. I was about five meters from the central bar, where three waiters were in charge of going up and down, filling the different coolers. I looked around, it was quiet at the moment, but 15 minutes ago...it was a hive of activity.
I asked one of the waiters at the bar for a glass of red wine with my finger, and he brought it right over. I watched as people moved in masses, dragging their suitcases and belongings from one side to the other, trying to pass the time. Others sat in rows of white plastic chairs, painted and scratched by hooligans, at the various photovoltaic gates at the entrances/exits.
I thought it a privilege to be able to observe all the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria and adjacent hallways. I listened to the ambient music, probably from the piped music. I looked at the clock on the counter, it was time to eat. People were going in and out, because they were hungry or thirsty, in the small departments used as different fast food places. Other passengers were, like me, sitting quietly at a table next to mine, reading or writing to pass the time. From their attitudes, they were the usual people waiting, not too worried about delays or cancellations.
I opened my bag and pulled out a sheet of newspaper folded into four parts. It was a selfie, with a pen hooked into the center fold of the paper. I had intended to finish it today. I felt it was going to be a very long day, and probably a night, for all of us. I had started it on Monday, but it wasn't until today, Friday, that I had time to pick it up. I was a fan, not one of those addicts who could rarely resist one. I even filled the ones at the coffee shop I used to go to. I confess it was a substitute for sex, my drug, a childish thing perhaps, some might think.
But Sundays... there are Sundays, it was worse... in the middle of the paper... my favorites... bigger, more complex.... This one, in particular, was. I bought the paper at a kiosk near the hotel where I was staying. Saturday was a rough day, lasting until almost dawn.... So I was up and watching, or rather, checking on the newsagent... as soon as I saw him leave the papers.... I rushed down the elevator to buy the copy, I didn't want to be without it. When I had it in my hands, I pressed it to my chest and went back to my room to sleep. It wasn't the stuffing, it was the having.
I laid it out and folded it in half again, the table was small and I knew it would come out the front. I was happy to have some time to myself. It was really hard this time, harder than when I submitted it in Chicago, but I didn't want to think about it now. I would have three days to do it, but today? Not today. PA announces that due to bad weather all flights will be delayed until further notice. We apologize for the inconvenience.... Hahaha! The worst thing wasn't the delays.... but the possibility of them being cancelled at the last minute.... We'd have to stay another day.... I huffed... With the amount of things I had to prepare for the next few days! I raised an eyebrow, trying not to cry. There was no point in getting angry... Anyway, it wasn't our fault, or the management's, just the weather, the Midwestern winter climatology. I looked at the clock on the wall.... 4pm... We've been stuck here for 5 hours now! I was already familiar with this situation, having traveled this road regularly lately.
Since I was appointed medical director and was registered by the health department. I used to fly regularly twice a month and never for more than a week, but this time was different...it was a little longer. In fact, I was overwhelmed and almost totally dedicated. I didn't have time to enjoy a personal life, but it was a job I enjoyed, I didn't have anyone waiting for me at home at the moment, I was free as much as I could be... and I didn't have to work as many shifts in the emergency department. Upon reflection...these unexpected breaks...gave me some extra rest and peace of mind.... When I was head of the emergency department, I always felt like I was stuck, tied to very rigid schedules and I had a feeling that I was missing something, but I didn't know what... until I was promoted, I automatically knew that this was what I wanted... with all its consequences! When I looked up again and took a quick look around, everything was still the same. You could see the faces of a few friends swarming around and muttering profanities. It was the second delay and it looked like there would be more..... At the next table, the situation had changed. A beautiful woman, with a very long black braid, sat with her back to me. I stood, for a few seconds, looking at her back. She was working, typing something on her PC. She's beautiful! I thought, shaking my head.
I took advantage of the fact that the waiter was near my table to ask him for another drink and continued with my business. Absorbed in my reading and mentally following the lyrics of songs from the 60's.... A sharp noise next to me made me wince, I shouted. Some people heard me and turned, startled, toward me, but not her. A glass, on the next table, had fallen to the floor, leaving most of the liquid on the table. I figured that as a result of moving her PC backwards, she tripped over it. The bases of these cups are very small and any touch, however slight, would result in disaster. With one hand she held her laptop, open, in the air, trying to save it.
With the palm of her hand, in vain, she tried to contain the avalanche of liquid that was coming dangerously close, but to no avail. I saw it dripping down her skirt. She mumbled something between her teeth, I didn't quite understand what, but I guessed it was swearing. When she finally stood up, she had a large red uniform stain in the middle of her skirt. She was wearing a tight ivory dress, which I noticed was also dripping on one of her brown shoes. I smiled mischievously, seeing her contrariness. Until a few seconds ago.... You were the big winner... The only one who caught the attention of the boys and girls in this place.... But now, my beautiful... You've lost points to countless other average women... like me.... Justice has finally been served... Beauty had fallen...long live ugliness! I muttered. I had a smile from ear to ear, tucked between my shoulders.... If I could have seen myself in a mirror... I definitely had the ultimate expression of satisfaction... the orgasm of happiness... on my face.
But he noticed and smiled at me. She probably guessed, because of my happy face. I quickly looked away when I realized she was looking back at me, but I didn't bother.... We had won...anyway.... Hooray. With her laptop under her arm and without saying anything to me, she walked over to my table, leaning lightly on her knuckles, letting her necklace pendant swing blatantly on her cleavage. I watched it swing, she liked it.... Huh? She said wryly, as she danced her head up and down rhythmically, like the little stuffed dogs behind cars.
She had a sweet expression on her face. She put down her laptop and tucked her purse in front of her skirt in an attempt to hide her unhappiness. I was caught off guard. She turned away quickly, walking down the hallway. She was heading for the nearest women's restroom. I followed her with my eyes until she disappeared behind a revolving door. Well, not bad at all! Not bad at all! I looked at her laptop.... How could she leave something so personal...? Someone...level-headed...not knowing you...leave it behind like that? He must have seen me...looking like a good person! I smiled... What if she picked me up now and took him away? It would probably give her the shock of her life.... In mine she would carry her year's work! Absorbed in these thoughts, I no longer remembered her, nor my self-defined self, to which I was drawing eyes and mouths, in the vacant parts. When I heard her heel again rapidly approaching, I looked at her again, furtively observed her skirt.... The stain was a little smaller, but it didn't have the same intensity, it's just water! She returned to my table and leaned against it, getting closer. Her shirt opened slightly, revealing her light lace bra with a lace border around it, with two protrusions pressed into it. You find it funny...other people's misfortunes? she said with a mischievous smile. I stared at her cleavage, they were beautiful, I had a feeling they must be hard and very manageable.
Out of embarrassment I stopped looking at them and looked into her eyes, we smiled at each other. She nodded and thanked me as she picked up her laptop. I returned her greeting in kind. With a naïve look, he returned to his previous table, made an attempt to sit down, but reconsidered and returned to mine. Without being able to respond, he sat on my left, leaving all his stuff on the other vacant chair. I shrugged, more in surprise than at his cheek. He smiled... Excuse me!... He wouldn't have a light... I'm out of gas! He held the lighter and a cigarette between his fingers, in a very sensual attitude. I took a deep breath before I could respond. I'm sorry...it's been so many years since I quit! I was stunned by her huge blue eyes and very long blue eyelashes.
They contrasted with her very long hair. I reacted in time and looked at the horizon. Shame on you...how could you look at her like that...you were staring at her! I hoped she didn't notice, she did a good job.... Yes, she did! He said placing his cigarette on his cigarette case and looking very thoughtful in front of me. It only brings medical problems...social...personal and.... etc. of other problems... But along with wine and bad company... you know what I mean... those are the only vices I have.... For the time being... of course.... I'm young... I can have countless...new ones.... again! She smiled. He had a very sweet, almost innocent smile. Captured by the sound of her sweet voice, I looked again at her necklace and her cleavage. I beautiful them.... I don't. I blushed, hearing his question. It was very noticeable my cheek.... She had noticed everything...it would have been weird if she hadn't! I thought. His legs crossed under the table, gently caressing my knees. I figured it was random. I looked under the table.
