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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 Mistress
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.September Lights
2.My Mistress
3.My gynecologist
4.I like boys
5.Roommate
6.Rossana
7.Vacation alone
8.Friend of a friend
9.Hands in dough
10.Claretta
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.
September Lights
Hello everyone! My name is Gina and I will be telling you my stories. Each character is a part of me; a small but significant projection of the emotional and passionate storms of a young woman.
My memory didn't hold many memories of that September 2010. It was hot. I remember this because I had gotten into the habit of walking around the house uncovered, heedless of the repeated indiscretions of my neighbors. One day Mr. Paolo, my neighbor across the street, while he was cleaning his balcony from the carpet of leaves carried by the wind, caught me watering my geraniums with bare breasts. I hated to be seen as embarrassed and pretended not to be. I continued my watering work, turning around so that he could see only my bare, tanned shoulders.
That was an isolated episode even though Mr. Paolo showed up every day at the same time with the excuse of being forced by his wife to clean his unmanageable balcony of three meters by three by the abundant dirt that was recreated continuously. In addition to the morbid interests of Mr. Paul in those days of late summer happened something else. then as now I loved the beautiful sea in September, clean calm, crystal clear waters. It seemed to me to breathe a new scent and to absorb in my senses the depth of all those odors nourished by the sea. I would spend hours on the beach, alone, stretched out to caress the warm sand and take long baths. In isolated places I would unfasten my swimsuit and swim totally naked; wrapped and caressed by the water that became one with my body. I would take long swims. Sometimes when I returned to the shore I no longer found the beach deserted as I had left it, but populated by a few couples.
Getting out of the water without a bathing suit embarrassed me, but not too much. As usual, I approached my towel, covered myself and continued to sunbathe as if nothing had happened. One evening, on my way back from the beach, I saw a car in front of Mr. Paolo's front door, a car I had never seen before, with numerous pieces of luggage that were conspicuously feminine. There were large pink duffel bags, transparent plastic bags with bikinis inside and other objects of female use.
- I asked a lady on the second floor, who appeared at that very moment, without showing any sign of curiosity.
- hey Gina' I'm from the new neighbor! - replied promptly but with little interest the lady.
A little later he added that it was the tenant who was going to live on the floor above that of Mr. Paolo. He didn't have time to give me any more explanations when suddenly I heard a voice coming from inside the hallway of that same building
- yes, dear, the luggage is mine! - said a girl putting one foot out the door.
- pleasure, my name is Luana. -She continued, parading herself in front of me and pointing her gaze fixed and determined on my face.
She was beautiful, three meters away I could smell her scent that already seemed to seduce the first bland perceptions. She kept staring at me and I couldn't take my attention off her lips that articulated as an autonomous member from the rest of her face. I tried not to let her notice the emotional awakening she had aroused in me. I was confusedly looking for some phrase to say in order to
to show myself as disinterested as possible but she interrupted the silent embarrassment that I was trying to conceal with little nonchalance.
- Gina- she said pronouncing my name with a smile and surprising me once again. I looked at her curiously, and she raised her finger to point at my costume.
What an idiot I am - I thought in my head! When I laid my beach bag and shopping bags on the steps in front of the main door to say goodbye to her, my bikini had accidentally shifted and without realizing it I had spent the entire duration of our brief conversation with one nipple almost completely uncovered. I didn't know what to say and I pulled out one of my brightest smiles to give as little weight as possible to that detail, the result of my distraction. I felt neither embarrassment nor discomfort. I was lulled into a soft blanket of complacency and excitement. Her lips smiled again- see you soon Gina- she said and left without giving me time to say anything else.
I didn't see her again until the following week. My head was clouded with emotion. It was nothing more than the pressing desire to be desired and possessed by her. I would dream about her at night and wake up all wet and wanting to be touched and get to the peak of pleasure. When I occasionally met her on the landing I pretended nothing happened, as if I was not interested. But in reality I was only intoxicated by the sight of her legs that she always used to keep uncovered. One Sunday, on my way back from a walk along the seafront, I heard an unusual noise coming from inside her apartment. At first I was frightened and immediately realized that something was wrong. My premonition was true: I heard a voice calling for help.
- Gina please I slipped, I can't get up anymore!" he said in a trembling voice.
I did not hesitate and tried to turn the handle of her front door . I managed to get in...I found her lying on the floor in the bathroom....
- nothing serious- he exclaimed at the sight of me.
She was in the bathroom, wearing only her bathrobe. I helped her up and accompanied her to her bedroom. She thanked me and asked for my help in slipping the robe off. It didn't seem real and I blushed, but the embarrassment quickly gave way to disinhibition. I took off what was covering her and finally saw her naked, in all her beauty and harmony. She pretended not to notice my reactive excitement, until I began to caress her shoulders and kiss her neck up to her ears. At her first gasp I perceived how much she liked me too and I let myself be led by the wildest instinct that nourished my body. I pushed her on the bed and I spread her legs to admire her pussy, there open in front of me, all shaved. Only around her clitoris a little brown hair contrasting with the clear, lunar complexion of her skin.
- possess me! She told me in a firm voice and I began to kiss her from her neck to her navel. I passionately touched her breasts, prosperous, spherical, perfect. I played with her nipples, which shriveled up in seconds, and I enjoyed licking them while she began to move her pelvis. She couldn't resist and took my hand resting it on her pussy, all wet and open. I parted her large lips and it already felt like I was inside her. I began to lick her clit until I felt it swell and pulsate inside my mouth. I slipped two fingers into her. I didn't want to hurt her.
-More fingers, more fingers!- she cried out in wild excitement. And so, three, four fingers, my whole hand went into her. She screamed non-stop. Then I turned her on her stomach, making her bend over 90 degrees and I licked her from her anus to that little triangle of hair that crowned her clitoris. She was dripping with sweet liquid that I licked greedily sinking my whole face. I felt her come several times in continuous spasms without her withdrawing from my touch. Then she suddenly stood up and from the nightstand pulled out a sexy toy. It was a giant penis that could vibrate. She slipped it in and at the same time had me stick my finger inside her butt. I licked her entire anus while she continued to masturbate with her fake dick. Then I took it from her and put it behind her. She screamed even louder and moved even faster. I suddenly pulled it out of her.... By now I had figured it out. In her already dilated pussy I slipped two fingers and massaged it more and more intensely. Always from the inside, upwards. All of a sudden all her liquid ended up in my face and I drank non-stop while she enjoyed it and looked at me as if she didn't want me to stop drinking and immerse myself in her humors.
My Mistress
My name is Elisa and I am 25 years old. Since the age of 16 years, due to economic straits of my family, I work as a caregiver of an elderly woman no longer self-sufficient who lived with a spinster sister, sour and stingy.
My mother, as soon as I had reached the minimum age to be able to work, did not think twice about sending me away from home and no longer be an economic burden on the family.
At first, I didn't like the job. At the height of my adolescence, I had other thoughts on my mind: I wanted to continue my studies in high school and then enroll in medicine. How much I would have liked to become a doctor, to help others, to be useful to society, to do good.
Instead, I found myself feeding food to a nearly 80-year-old, deaf, mostly bedridden woman.
