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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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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.
Printing and distribution: Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany
Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
1.Signs of yesterday
2.Crush
3.Games of destiny
4.I thought I was frigid
5.Letters from Mercedes
6.New Year Holidays
7.My new boss
8.Aldana
9.Wila
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.
Signs of yesterday
Hitting bottom is also a way to bounce back. To lighten up. To discover that a new wind is suddenly blowing at the bottom of the hole.
These were the words I said to myself as I lay in my warm bed and remembered my life so far. If they are going to despise you because you are the worst, let them know once and for all that you are irredeemable, I thought until I fell asleep.
It was a quarter past eight in the morning when I set foot on the street of that city, where I would try to continue my life, even if trying to give it another twist. I walked until I found a hotel, downtown, the city seemed very beautiful to me and the people I passed around and observed seemed to apply the motto "each for his own life" and this gave me peace of mind.
What was my mistake? Falling in love and saying what I think, although I think my sin was the latter, since the former is a nice and pleasant feeling in my opinion. Finally it was time to put a lock on that phase of my life, even if it cost me dearly, because at night I remembered those phrases that people said as soon as they saw me, "-that little girl is not like her sisters" "she is cursed" "a prostitute is worth more than her".
As the days went by and I found a stable job, I decided to look for an apartment or a house, living in a hotel I didn't like it very much, I started to look in the newspaper to see if there was something and I stayed like that for several days until I found an ad where they were renting apartments, these were close to my work.
When I went to see the apartments, as I was walking I saw a sign of a house that was for rent and I really liked it so I called and stayed in the house, which had two bedrooms and their respective bathrooms, living-dining room and kitchen, it also had a very nice little courtyard, the only bad thing was that part of the courtyard wall had been knocked down and you could practically see the other house clearly.
So time passed, until one damn fine day (all days are fine) leaving my job and not being in the grace of any saint or God I meet the.... what should I call her? Responsible for my bad luck for some, the unmentionable for others and as I called her my headache.
Headaches - but what a small world it is, being in this town.
Me: Hi, take care, see you later Claudia.
Claudia: Where do you think you're going, Fernanda?
Fernanda:- to see my companion
Claudia: Don't lie, just make up a better excuse, right?
Fernanda: What do you want? Aren't you satisfied with using and mocking me?
Claudia: Are you making me look bad, Fernanda?
Fernanda: I really don't know what to think of you, by the way because since I've known you, the least I can do is think of you.
Claudia: You're a bitch, I hope you'll never be happy, you disgust me.
Fernanda: Thank you, see you later Claudia, have a nice day.
I turned around and left a puzzled Claudia, the truth was that her words didn't hurt me anymore, what hurt me was that my mind was playing dirty with me, reminding me of the things she made me live, I better go buy an ice cream. (I don't like alcohol). The only thing I was thinking about was why these things were happening to me. And suddenly as I was walking I heard a lady say the following to a young man: "Assholes negotiate by arguing, those who really want what they want shut their mouths and get to work."
What do I want? Hell, what else can I think or want right now? If I'm a pathetic woman who wants to drown her sorrows with ice cream and who wants to show the world that she's not dead by trying to make a new life for herself, after all, I can't lose what no one knows where it's left.
Is that lady's sentence a sign? I don't want to keep thinking and living anymore, after all, death is a clean slam that ends all the problems of the unfortunate dead person, even if the cemetery and prison are more than full of unhappy people who didn't pay attention to a sign.
Crush
That day changed my whole life.
The day started normally, in the morning we had a teachers' meeting in the school where I was assigned, the same as last year, where I had done my internship year after passing the competitive exams. After the staff meeting, the teachers of each subject got together to allocate classes. So I was in the staff room talking with colleagues, waiting for the department to meet, when I saw it.
At one point, I wasn't talking to anyone, when I turned to the table in the middle of the room. I was in one corner and looking at the other corner. There she was. She was about my age, about 30, a pretty boy, dark hair with a straight half-crown, dark skin, pretty, I thought she had green eyes, a thin nose and full lips.
Our eyes met and something inside me shifted, an attraction like I had never had before, which I identified as love, because it reminded me of my first boyfriend and how much I was in love with him. "But wait, Carla, what do you mean, you fall in love with a woman, you're not a lesbian? Of course not, but something about her attracts me like pollen to bees and then how do I know if it's love? I know, I just know. Stop looking at her, you idiot, and take off that silly smile, you're making a fool of yourself." My realistic side was right, I guess I had a stupid face, but I couldn't stop looking at her. And the worst part was that she was looking at me too and neither of us could look away.
The spell was broken when simultaneously someone called her and someone else called me, the most intense seconds of my life. "Come on, Carla, let's go to the apartment," I was told.
I lingered a moment longer to get my bag, I didn't try to look at it again. I walked out into the hallway. Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
- One moment, please. Are you Carla di Lengua? - I was asked.
- Yes," I said as I turned around and there she was again, next to me.
- My name is Marta, I come from England", she says.
- Nice to meet you, Marta.
- I wanted to ask you a favor.
- You tell me - I have managed to control my look and my emotions so far.
- Well, you see, I live in the capital, in the eastern part of the city. This morning I came with Juan, but he has to go to another city and since I was told that you also live in the eastern part of the city, I wanted to ask you if I could come back with you. I have my car in the garage and they won't give it to me until Thursday.
I'm lucky, I'll be alone for the half hour walk with her.
- Sure, wait for me in the parking lot or if I finish early, I'll wait for you.
- Thank you, Carla.
- You are welcome. See you later.
With the prospect of sharing alone for a while, my spirit grew. The meeting was fruitful, I chose what I wanted and I didn't do badly, I avoided confrontational groups and asked for my time preferences, actually none, since at 29, not married or with children, still living at home with my parents, the truth is that I didn't care about the time they gave me. It's not hard for me to get up early to get there first thing in the morning or to be the one to close school. However, I don't like to have a lot of gaps.
We almost finished at the same time, because I had just arrived at the entrance when Marta appeared inside, we went to the car, got in and left for the city. On the way we talked a lot, I found out that she was from a village in the mountains and lived alone in the city, that she had passed her civil service exams at the same time as me and that we had been working for about the same time. She didn't have a boyfriend, but had left the one she'd had for a year because after more than ten years of a relationship, she'd discovered that he was cheating on her with another woman. It turns out that they started dating in the village, she went to study in the capital and on weekends she would return to the village, where he worked. Apparently, her friends told her that the boy was unreliable and that he was cheating on her with another woman. She didn't believe it, blinded by her love for him until one day she came home at the wrong time and found him in the street kissing the other girl.
This story led us to talk about falling in love and the signs by which you recognize that you are in love, that you want to be with your lover, that when you are with him/her you get a tingling in your stomach, that all you want to do is kiss him/her, that you think about him/her all the time, etc. etc. I recognized myself in everything at that moment and I said to myself "Carla, if only this woman knew that you feel all this, and for her, right now".
Every time I passed another vehicle on the highway, I would look in the passenger's mirror, then look at her again. Each time, I found her more and more beautiful, a sure sign of falling in love.
We arrived in the city, drove through the eastern part of the city, she was guiding me, until we arrived at her house.
- I live in this door, third A.
I parked the car by the gate so he could get out.
- Thank you, Carla.
- Can I drop you off tomorrow? I live on that street to the left.
- Okay, nine hours here?
- All right, here's my phone number in case you want to let me know anything,' I wrote it down on a piece of paper and gave it to him.
When I gave him the paper, we looked at each other for an interminable second, our heads were close together. But I didn't dare to kiss her.
- See you tomorrow," he said as he left, with a strange expression of disillusionment? Disappointment?
"Carla, you screwed up," I said to myself as I started the car, "you had her right there, one kiss and she was yours. And now you may not get another chance. Of course I will, we'll work together on a course and I'm sure we'll share the car more than once. You're kidding yourself, if you don't take the opportunities that come your way, you're screwed." I parked in the garage at home, went upstairs for lunch and did a few things.
