My Sister Simona E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 92

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 Sister Simona

Collection of Adult and Erotic Manga Stories

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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

Follow-me!

A Good Man

First Episode

Second Episode

Third Episode

Fourth Episode

Fifth Episode

Sixth Episode

Seventh Episode

My sister Simona

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Revenge

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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A Good Man

First Episode

I'm not so young anymore, but overall I'm not a throw-away either. Knowing every part of my body to perfection, I have always judged myself more harshly than I did others, but sometimes, hiding the things about myself in the mirror that I don't need to see allows me to survive without any particular complexes.

I have been happily married to Carla, a (former) girl I met in college, for almost twenty years and have two sons, Paolo and Claudio, of whom I really cannot complain. I live, so to speak, a peaceful life, and I believe my family does as well.

That morning, particularly cheerful I had taken the car and headed to work. I am a director of a small company and I don't like to be considered a slacker, so my days of absence can be counted on the fingers of one hand

It is a position of great responsibility, the survival of the company depends on me, and consequently, the economic stability of my employees We are a very close-knit team. They also turn to me for small personal problems, and there has never been a lack of support or a word of comfort from me.

I was driving along the freeway from the sea to Rome when a line of vehicles stopped for an accident forced me to slow down. It had not been reported over the radio and thus was not supposed to be of great magnitude.

In passing at a walking pace I noted with pleasure that no one was hurt, but the hatchback rear-ended by a van certainly could not get back on the road. The owner, an employee of mine, sure looked like she was in trouble.

I stopped a few meters ahead and went back to see if help was needed.

A few minutes later, having left the hatchback parked in an emergency lay-by, we had already resumed our march to Rome.

Laura, my employee's daughter, was sitting in the back seat and I could hardly see her so much she was huddled in the corner. She had not suffered any injuries, just a lot of fright. On the outskirts of Rome, her mother told her that she would continue the journey to school by bus, and not seeming appropriate, I suggested that she accompany her in the car. I would justify her being late for the office and nothing would happen.

She thanked me and we pulled into city traffic. I tried to engage her in conversation, more to get her over the shock than anything else, and I soon discovered that she was a very nice girl with many interests.

I complimented her mother on the education she had received; she was certainly a good girl.

In talking, she would stare into my eyes from the rearview mirror and, at times, force me to lower my gaze so penetrating was she. We said goodbye after about half an hour. The usual recommendations about studying and hurried up the school stairs. My day passed as quickly as many others, but the insistence of that look from time to time came back to me.

I had never had any business contact with the mother, but I inquired what duties she performed. She was in charge of packaging the products she sold, and it did not seem to me to be a place for such a fine woman. I had her call me to offer her a position in the secretary's office and she replied very honestly, that an interference from me on the head of personnel, might create animosity between the two of them.

Taking note of this, I changed the subject. I asked her if she needed anything else, and she politely replied that there was nothing I could do for her. I needed to talk about her daughter, and not knowing what to say, I grasped at straws. There is a party organized by my children I said, and I would be very honored if your daughter would be a part of it. She greeted me by replying that they would talk about it that evening and give me an answer the next day.

The answer was positive and I informed her of the day and time. On the day of the party, the shy girl I knew had undergone a metamorphosis.

Exuberant, always the center of attention, always ready to stand up to the boys in any conversation. Charming in manner and attire she had catalyzed the attention of those present.

I wasted no opportunity to observe her. I would enter with the most trivial excuses, already knowing that our gazes would cross and that I would have to be the one, who would lower my gaze first. At the end of the party, the unexpected communication from her mother that she could not pick her up filled me with excitement. I would accompany her personally, I said reassuringly, but I would certainly take the opportunity to ask her for an explanation of those looks.

In the car, casually awkward, I could not find the words to start a conversation in a decent way. I would have been able to talk for hours without saying anything at all, but I had neither the desire nor the time. The short drive and the need to know why those looks were happening forced me to find a solution quickly, but I was unable to do so. I was really struggling in front of a young girl almost 30 years younger.

She turned sharply in her seat and leaned her back against the door and asked me, calling me “tu” for the first time, “Aren't you curious about my looks? Or did you not even notice? Lying, I replied that I hadn't given it much thought but that, nevertheless, I would like to know why. He told me about his first experience. It had been last year during a school trip to Prague. She had fallen in love with her physical education teacher, and during that trip she had gotten to know him as the group chaperone.

His polite manner, his athlete/intellectual appearance and his looks had helped ignite in her an interest she would soon regret. They had snuck out of their host hotel and gone dancing at a club.

How she felt about him and the atmosphere he had managed to create soon led her to give in to his sexual demands, and those deep, sincere eyes had helped do the rest. They had spent the night in his room, and by the morning of the next day it was all over. He no longer even greeted her. They seemed like two perfect strangers and the world, for her, had suddenly become huge and hostile. She had lost her virginity to a man who had erased her from his life with the water of a shower.

I tried to console her by telling her that we all make mistakes in our youth in evaluating the people around us, but I didn't just want to console her, I wanted to somehow win her over. I wanted her and that very slight transparency of the ruffle of her dress stunned me.

I imagined her legs up to the confluence of her pubis, her immature breasts parted by an imperceptible breath of wind, and all of this shocked me.

A thousand times, as a prude, I had resented it when girls were talked about at the club. I never imagined that this could happen to me of all people.

Friends, by now accustomed to betrayals and escapades, told of losing their heads over this or that and of going through vicissitudes to control the reactions of young girls in love, but even this could not dissuade me.

I could smell the scent of her skin and reveled in the intoxicating sound of her words. She was in love with my eyes, the same eyes that had once before led her to do what she immediately afterward regretted. Voluptuousness and emotion mingled and confused me. I was no longer the same, no longer reliable.

When she asked me to stop the car I was taken aback. There was no time to think and I obeyed. A second later and I was already engulfed in an uncontrollable whirlwind of kissing. I was out of breath from excitement and exhilaration but when I reached for his body he drew back. He had to erase that bad experience and he wanted to do just that with me.

Second Episode

She had been disappointed by the experience she had longed for and did not want, this time, to have the same disappointment. She had withdrawn because it was neither the time nor the place and certainly not because she did not desire it.