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- Herausgeber: tredition
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Serie: Erotic Sexy Stories Collection with Explicit High Quality Illustrations in Manga and Hentai Style. Hot and Forbidden Plots Uncensored. Nude Images of Naughty and Beautiful Girls. Only for Adults 18+.
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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 Two Wives
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
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
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Introduction
The Fairy Morgana
In Love with Women's Pants
My Two Wives
Françoise and Pierre
My Wife's Strange Friend
My Two Wives
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Introduction
Introduction
My Wife's Strange Friend
My Two Wives
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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 FAIRY MORGANA
I was just a baby when my mother died of fulminant leukemia. My father, Gilbert, took care of me for as long as I can remember, always giving me double the affection to make up for the loss of his wife. In elementary school I was a studious pupil, with no problems, and prepared for secondary studies without apprehension. In short, we were an almost perfect single-parent family. We lived in autarky, except for regular visits from my godmother who, like a true godmother, replaced my late mother. Her name was Morgane, a fairy name that fit her like a glove, she was so kind and devoted and showered me with gifts. She had reached the age of forty and was proud of it. It must be said that she was very beautiful with her angelic face and goddess-like body. Our behavior, in everyone's eyes, seemed very normal except for one thing that only we knew: my father and I used to bathe together. This started when I was very young and we did it without any unhealthy ulterior motives, kind of like a family at a nudist camp.
So very early on I saw that my father's sex was not like mine and he explained to me that this was the difference between boys and girls. He also explained to me that these organs were for reproduction and that in a few years my nipples would grow to be like those of a godmother to nurse my future children. I pointed out that Morgana had no children yet she had large breasts. My father blushed slightly when he told me that the nipples were growing in anticipation of future motherhood. I didn't think too much about sexuality, as my father had taught me very well about it.
One day, however, as I was leaving the bathroom first, I stood with my thighs open for a while and for the first time I saw my father's gaze on my lower abdomen. It must be said that for a few weeks a slight hair had been covering my pubic area. My father, for the first time, asked me to turn around when he wanted to get out of the bathroom. I was surprised but agreed. What he had hidden was the presence of the mirror, so for a brief moment, as he wrapped himself in his towel, I saw his sex as I had never seen it before. It had grown long and stiff with a reddish ball at the end. When I turned back to him, his towel was still distorted by the unusual length of his sex. I didn't dare ask about this physical transformation that day.
It wasn't until a few days later that, taking advantage of an outing with my godmother with whom I felt more comfortable, I broached the subject. Morgana seemed embarrassed, but when I insisted, she began my introduction to the relationship between men and women. It is necessary, she said, for the man's sex to become rigid in order to enter the woman's sex and deposit the seed that will make the child. But godmother," I replied, "daddy is not going to make a baby. Even more embarrassed, Morgana explained that this state could occur at any time, that all she needed was for her memories to remind her of her wife, my mother. But how does this state become normal again, I asked? Morgana's face flushed. 'Well,' she said, 'he must meet a woman who will accept the little seed. 'But godmother,' I continued, 'daddy hasn't met a woman, so will he always stay like this? But no, my little Julie, fortunately there are other ways, but don't ask me which ones you will soon learn.
I wasn't very happy with my godmother's explanation but I didn't dare ask for more. In fact, a few months later, some of my classmates, who were a little more rambunctious than the others, explained to me that boys could get their seeds out by rubbing their sex. In fact, they used cruder words like, "get their juices out by masturbating." So I began spying on my father because, not having a partner yet, he had to 'masturbate' and, in fact, one night when he thought I was asleep, I caught him on the couch, in front of the TV screen showing naked women (I didn't look too closely at the screen) and I was quite fascinated by this hand grabbing his sex and moving back and forth. Being positioned three-quarters back, my father couldn't see me, so I was able to watch all the way through until a stream of fluid gushed out.
Disturbed by this sight I returned to my room where I had great difficulty finding sleep. The next day, when Morgana came home while my father was at work, I told her of my discovery. 'I am glad,' she said, 'I could not understand how I could explain what you had seen.
- But, godmother, since you are a woman, explain to me why all night long I had tingling and itching in my lower abdomen?
- Did you try to calm them down?
- How?
- By rubbing between your legs, for example.
- No, godmother, did you have to do that?
- You don't have to, but it's often the only way to soothe the itching. Remember when I told you that there are other ways for a man who doesn't have a wife to satisfy himself, which you saw last night, well, for us women it's the same thing.
- You mean we can do good for ourselves?
- Well, Julie, let's stop this conversation. Pretend I didn't tell you. If your father found out, he would surely be angry with me because to him you will always be his innocent and pure little girl.
From that day on, I didn't try to surprise my father, despite the urge to do so. But I took Morgane's advice and during my teenage years I gave myself pleasure. Strangely enough, I was never tempted to approach boys, I would have felt like I was betraying my father. When I was older Morgane changed completely. I had the impression that during all those years of learning about my body and its pleasures, my godmother couldn't wait for me to turn 18 and I soon found out why.
