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Step into a secret world where art and desire intertwine. In My Wife’s Friend, Emily White invites readers into a collection of erotic short stories, each one a contemporary, sensual escape brought vividly to life with elegant manga-style illustrations. This is not just a book — it's an experience of intimacy in motion, where emotion, suggestion, and visual storytelling seduce the eye and stir the senses. At the heart of the collection lies the title story, My Wife’s Friend — a tale of quiet cravings and unexpected awakenings. A faithful, traditional woman begins to change in subtle, provocative ways... and her husband, watching closely, senses something new blossoming behind her gaze: curiosity. Desire. Possibility. She opened the door for her old friend — brunette, elegant, the soft fabric of her blouse clinging to curves that whispered promises. Over dinner, laughter flowed like wine. Underneath it, tension simmered — delicate, electric. And as the night deepened, so did the question: was this the moment something would finally shift? With every panel and every word, Emily White draws you closer to the pulse of longing — the moment before the touch, the breath held in anticipation, the beauty of what might happen when boundaries quietly melt away. Tastefully bold, achingly human, My Wife’s Friend is an invitation to indulge in a more intimate gaze — one you won’t soon forget.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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My Wife’s Friend
Hentai & Manga Illustrated Erotic Short Stories – A Steamy Collection of Hardcore, Naughty, and Dirty Fantasies
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Emily White
Imprint
© 2025 Emily White
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tredition GmbH, Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5, 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany.
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Table of Contents
Imprint
Table of Contents
Introduction
A Glass of Wine
A friend rediscovered
A Wonderful Friendship
My Wife's Friend
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.
A Glass of Wine
It was a warm June evening, the air still and full of promise. Elena and Marco were already at the hotel bar, glasses in hand, their eyes darting toward the elevator every time the doors opened. She was wrapped in a black sheath dress that caressed her curves; he was relaxed, but his gaze betrayed a certain tension.
When they finally saw Chiara and Davide, they stood up. She was wearing a very short red dress, no bra. Davide was wearing dark pants and a light-colored shirt with rolled-up sleeves, his gaze deep and calm. Their eyes met, then they smiled. One glance was enough for everyone to understand that the desire was real. That everyone really wanted to be there.
The wine flowed slowly, like the innuendo. A laugh, a knee touching a thigh under the table. A glance that became darker, more direct. Marco touched Chiara's hand: not by accident. She didn't pull it away.
Elena spoke up, decisively.
“Come up to our place. For a drink... or something more.”
No more words were needed.
The suite smelled clean and of skin. The lights were low. The strawberries on the table remained untouched. As soon as the door closed, something melted: laughter became breaths. Glances became silent orders.
Chiara approached Elena. She kissed her without hesitation. Their tongues sought each other, soft and hungry.
Marco sat down on the sofa and Davide followed suit, watching them. Their eyes were fixed on those two female bodies caressing each other, touching each other's breasts, slowly undoing each other's clothes. Their hands were shaking, but only with excitement.
When Chiara knelt between Elena's legs, she kissed her over her black lace panties. She stuck out her tongue and rubbed it along the damp fabric.
“You're already wet,” she murmured. Elena gasped softly and lifted her hips as Chiara pulled off her lingerie with her teeth.
Marco stood up and moved behind Chiara, who was still kneeling. He lifted her dress, slowly pulled down her panties, and ran two fingers between her intimate lips.
“You too.”
Chiara turned and kissed him deeply. Then she got on all fours, offering herself completely. Marco penetrated her from behind, calmly, holding her by the hips. The sound of skin against skin filled the room.
Davide approached Elena. He turned her around, kneeling in front of him. He took her face in his hands and caressed her lips with his thumb.
“Open your mouth.”
She did. Davide guided his cock between her lips, and she began to suck slowly and deeply, watching Chiara come under Marco's thrusts.
