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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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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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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
A special day
An old friend
Responding to ads on dating sites: my experience
Sara, what a pig!
Naturist SPA
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 special day
It was a hot summer evening on Friday, Lisa, just out of the shower after a day of work, was lying on the couch in her panties and tank top absent-mindedly watching TV. The thick curly hair, still slightly damp, fell on her prosperous breasts, tickling her pleasantly, so much so that her nipples automatically became turgid, stamping themselves overbearingly on the fabric of her T-shirt.
At a certain point from the cell phone she had left on a shelf came the "ding" of a message. She listlessly reached out her hand to see who was writing to her: "Open your email..." the text said, nothing else, it came from Sara, her friend/lover.
Suddenly Lisa woke up from her torpor, curious, she immediately opened the e-email application. In the list of unread messages there was one from Sara entitled "Tomorrow's program". She read and re-read it several times with great attention. Sara knew very well that Lisa had no commitments for the following Saturday, as she had confided during a chat a few days before, so she had organized a day full of erotic surprises and the email contained a list of places and things she should do the following day, but it didn't specify what would happen, Sara had a diabolical mind and Lisa often submitted willingly to her particular games because they were a guarantee to receive great pleasures in return...
Lisa's mind already began to fantasize and imagine what could have happened the next day and her nipples became even more turgid, but this time not because of the tickling but because of the excitement; and while with one hand she was scrolling and rescrolling the list of things to do the other slipped into her panties and without even realizing it she began to masturbate gently and in a short time her pussy got so wet that it soaked the blue cotton fabric. She fell asleep on the couch, with her thighs tight and her hand still in her panties. She slept a deep and relaxed sleep and was awakened by the light of dawn since she had not closed the shutters the night before.
Lisa sat down on the couch and after a yawn and crinkling her eyes she picked up her cell phone to read again the list of things to do that Sara had sent her. While she rewrote the text she gently bit her lip and squeezed her thighs. Then she got up, left the phone on the couch and quickly slipped off her panties and tank top, letting them fall to the floor, and headed naked to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready for the day as per Sara's instructions.
The first item on the list was the makeup, clothes and jewelry she was to wear. In fact, the chrono-program foresaw that Lisa would meet some people that day and she would have to be recognized by them. Lisa already imagined that whoever she would meet was surely part of Sara's wide harem of submissives; this didn't scare her because she was guaranteed that each one of them answered to the strict security standards Sara had imposed, moreover she knew she had excellent tastes and the people she would meet would surely like her too.
As far as makeup was concerned, the list was that Lisa had to use nail polish on hands, feet and eye shadow in shades of orange, and so she did, then as per the instructions she wore tight jeans and an orange top with thin straps, all without underwear, these were the orders. Lisa felt a little embarrassed, her little pussy squeezed in the jeans was already throbbing with pleasure and large round and firm breasts proudly filled the top that allowed a glimpse of the generous cleavage. Lisa then moved on to the jewelry, of course they were all things Sara had already planned and in fact over time she had given her various matching pieces on various occasions. Necklace, dangling earrings, bracelet and anklet all in a fine gold chain with a star-shaped charm.
Finally he put on his feet a pair of black slave sandals with a slight heel.
She was ready, just as her Mistress Sara wanted her to be. Biting her lip and with her heart leaping in her chest she went out the door to face that special day without knowing what would happen to her, but with the certainty that it would be full of emotions with a high erotic charge.
He closed the door behind him and started to go down the stairs and he could already taste the effect of the clothing Sara had chosen for her, in fact the young letter carrier he met in the hallway stumbled on a step but without falling while he was intent on staring at her tits.
Lisa blushed and a smile escaped her, then proudly walked out of the building with her head held high, still with her heart in her throat and her pussy already getting damp...
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Lisa walked briskly along the sidewalk, her tits free from the constriction of the bra jerked slightly inside the top at every step, the gaze of anyone she met, man or woman, could not help but fall on her prosperous breasts, and what in the past would have embarrassed her tremendously, at that moment made her extremely proud. Now Lisa also understood the reason for the request of the tight jeans without panties underneath: at every stride her turgid clitoris rubbed and squeezed against the rigid fabric and a shiver of pleasure ran through her belly.
About ten minutes later she was in front of the bar, the shutters were still half lowered and Lisa thought she had misunderstood the place that Sara had indicated in the email, but from inside a loud and cheerful voice invited her to enter "Please come in, I'm opening".
A smiling blonde with long hair pulled back into a ponytail was waving her hand to go under the screen door.
"Have a seat and I'll be right there."
Lisa looked at the girl and immediately knew that the recognition signals were right, she too was wearing a pair of star earrings and the pants were an orange color to match the polish on her fingernails. After a few moments the bartender was back at her place "Please tell me what can I get you ?"
Lisa looked at her for a moment, she was a beautiful girl in her late twenties, tall, blonde with beautiful emerald eyes, soft lips with just a hint of pink lip gloss, half closed in a beautiful white smile. She had a slender physique, with small breasts that looked good under her blouse, and a small, round, firm butt.
"An orange juice and a brioche, please," stammered Lisa a little, bringing back the to-do list sent to her by Sara.
"Great, one moment and I'll bring you everything."
The girl went behind the counter to prepare her order, Lisa noticed that he kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye and smiling shyly at her.
A few moments later the bartender was back at her place holding the tray with the things she had ordered. She placed the glass of orange juice on the table first, then handed her the saucer with the brioche on top, and it was with that movement that the pastry slid down and ended up on Lisa's top, slightly dirtying it with powdered sugar.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" the bartender apologized embarrassed, "Don't worry nothing happened, it's just a little powdered sugar" Lisa reassured her.
But the bartender interrupted her: "Please let me make up for it, if you follow me for a moment I have something to clean my shirt". So saying, the girl gently took Lisa's hand and invited her to get up from the sofa.
Lisa sensed that all this was not happening by chance and after smiling at her and answering with a "Thank you you are very kind" she got up and followed her.
Still holding her hand, the girl guided Lisa into a small storeroom that was accessed through a small door behind the counter. It was small and cramped but neat and clean.
"May I ask what your name is?" asked Lisa to the bartender.
"Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bea, don't you?"
"My name is Lisa."
Bea opened a cabinet door and grabbed a sponge, then turned to Lisa:
"I'm going to clean up this mess now Lisa, I'm so sorry I got your shirt dirty."
"You are very kind and sweet," retorted Lisa.
Bea began to gently run the sponge over Lisa's top as her emerald eyes bathed in Lisa's sky blue ones, she stepped forward and their breasts brushed against each other.
Lisa felt a flush of heat start between her thighs, Bea in the meantime had dropped the sponge and her hands were brushing over Lisa's nipples that had instantly become turgid.
"You have beautiful breasts" Bea whispered softly, Lisa remained silent for a moment, then she gently took Bea's face in her hands and closing her eyes she approached her and began to kiss her tenderly on the lips. In a split second the kiss became more passionate and their tongues began to entwine in each other's mouths.
Now Bea's hands were rummaging under the top in search of Lisa's turgid nipples, she took them between her index finger and thumb and began to tease, squeeze and pinch them.
Lisa, with the heat rising in her belly and her head spinning, began to unbutton Bea's blouse, under which she was wearing a strapless balconette bra. With a deft gesture he quickly unfastened it and Bea's little tits showed in all their almost adolescent glory. They were small, toned and pointed with nipples with wide light pink areolas. Lisa pulled away from Bea's mouth and dove onto her small breasts, taking them completely into her mouth, sucking, licking and biting them voluptuously.
Bea, enraptured, slipped her hands into Lisa's thick curly hair, caressed her and accompanied the movements of her head while she enjoyed feeling that tongue tickling her breasts, then she put her fingers on her chin and made her stand up, bringing her back to her mouth, resuming the kiss from where it had been left.
