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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
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
POKER
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT...
WATER SPORTS
JULI
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.
POKER
"Yes!!!!" I couldn't believe it! Had I really just won 10 straight at craps poker? The look on my friend Claudia's face confirmed it, because she didn't look too happy. Since the probability of winning 10 times in a row was probably close to zero, we had agreed in a cheerful evening that - if it ever happened - the winner would be able to dispose of the other for a day. This, too, was put in writing that evening. If the loser refused, he would have to run the whole house for a year. This was indeed out of the question for both of them, but it was precisely these tedious activities that were to be the incentive to go along with whatever the winner "ordered".
I could almost see what was going on in her head. Her facial expression told me she was just imagining what he might have in store for her. My admittedly slightly sardonic look did the rest. Claudia asked me several questions, but I didn't want to answer them. After all, it was supposed to be a surprise. Other than that, I hadn't come up with a plan yet, because I wasn't expecting such good luck. But I would think of something! I had enough fantasies that I hadn't been able to live out until then. We agreed that it would be next Saturday. So I still had enough time - it was only Tuesday - to make a plan and possibly run a few errands.
Claudia was getting more and more nervous as the week went on and she kept trying to get something out of me. But I didn't want to do her that favor. She even tried to declare the contract null and void, but we had both signed it and if I lost, she wouldn't want to give up her "winnings" either. This was the argument she could no longer counter, because she knew herself well enough. If she denied that the winnings weren't worth anything to her, she would be lying to herself and look like a contract breaker to me. Fine, and so she resigned herself to fate.
Sexually, we were both very open-minded and were always trying new things. Over time, it turned out that we both had a dominant and a submissive tendency in us. We trusted each other, so we knew neither of us would do anything to the other that they didn't like or where the submissive part wasn't ready. However, I wanted to challenge Claudia. It had become apparent in the past that she would sometimes go beyond her limits as a submissive playmate, on the one hand to gain new impressions that she might not otherwise experience, and on the other hand to show me that she was an extremely strong personality. This fact was an important part that I included in my planning. Sure, I could have let her serve me for an entire day and feasted on her shame, but I didn't want that. No, on the contrary, she should have fun too, even though I was the one who determined what that fun should look like.
We are pretty well equipped in terms of sexual aids and toys, which I usually get and ask for. However, I personally had other things on my mind which is why I had to run a lot of errands during the week. However, I had to hide the errands from her because I didn't want her to suspect what I had come up with. I decided to leave everything in the car and only pick it up at a certain time, which was the time when she would be indispensable. Since the dice poker game had made the whole situation possible in the first place, the dice would also accompany her throughout the day when I was allowed to have them available.
On Friday night, Claudia was visibly excited and nervous. She was running around the apartment and could barely sit still for a moment. She kept thinking of something she needed to do, sometimes it was her shoes, which she needed to tidy up, or she remembered that we hadn't changed our toothbrushes in a long time, or that we needed to tidy up the fridge again.... Eventually, though, she ended up on the couch next to me watching TV, though her focus wasn't on the movie but apparently somewhere else. At one point I said I was tired and wanted to go to bed. She just said I needed to go alone because she wasn't tired yet and was going to watch another show.
I stayed in bed for about half an hour, but I couldn't fall asleep because, even though I hadn't shown it to Claudia, I was also very nervous about tomorrow. Suddenly I heard the closet doors open and close, very quietly, as if I wasn't supposed to hear. She was probably looking for clues to get an idea of what would be required of her. Inside I had to laugh because I hadn't left any clues in our apartment for her to find. I had prepared some things, of course, they just weren't visible. In my mind I went over everything again and thought if I wasn't asking too much of her. I decided to decide from moment to moment.
When I woke up, I was alone in bed. For a moment I feared she had backed out, but then the smell of coffee hit my nose. How long has she been awake, I thought, because I hadn't noticed when she had gone to sleep either. I got up and went to the living room, where a small breakfast and fresh coffee had already been prepared. Claudia sat expectantly, but also a little unsure, with her back pressed against her chair and wished me good morning with a smile. I returned the greeting and began sipping my coffee. She watched me as she moved restlessly back and forth. At one point she blurted out:
"Now tell me, damn it, what are you going to do with me or what do you expect me to do! I know I lost, but don't you think I have a right to know what you want me to do today? I haven't been able to sleep through the night for days because my thoughts have been revolving around this damn day! You haven't given a single clue in the last few days and I'm on my toes because I don't know anything, anything at all about your ideas! Yes, I admit, I looked everywhere for clues yesterday," and then a little more meekly, "not just yesterday, and I found nothing. I'm at the end of my rope..."
Sipping my coffee, I looked at her over the rim of my cup - which thankfully hid my smile - with my eyes turned upward and said, "You're going to be my personal whore all day!" No, she wasn't a whore, not at all, but this was exactly her personal challenge. "What, what do you mean by that? How do you imagine that? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to offer myself to strange men and let them fuck me? You can go fuck yourself...!" "Stop, stop!" I slowed her down "I'll explain everything. When I said totally personal whore, I meant it. There will be no other people involved, at least not as far as sexual acts are concerned. However, you may be ogled by others, well, pretty sure actually. Let me describe how I envision my whore:
My whore should want to please me first, but at the same time she should also want to be a real whore and go along with whatever comes my way. In fact, she should not only indulge, but add one more thing to my ideas because she wants to please me and make me proud of her. She also wants to let me use her because that is in my nature as a whore. That means she will wear provocative makeup and horny clothes to attract the stares of other men and women, but only to please me."
His gaze spoke volumes. Unbelievable. Wide-eyed and speechless. But you could also see a bit of curiosity, I almost had the feeling he was already imagining what his role might be today. Silence filled the living room. I let her think about it, since she could still decide if she'd rather keep busy with the house for a year. Of course, I didn't want her to do that, so I helped a little and casually tipped my cup, stood up and said, "I'll wait for your decision after I shower. If you want to do chores, you can start." With my eyes I pointed to the upturned cup. "If not, you can wait for me right here after the shower with the words, > I want to be your bitch today<" Then I left her alone.
I took more time than usual with the shower because I still wasn't sure what he was going to decide. Secretly, of course, I was hoping I would get my money's worth. When I returned to the living room fresh from the shower, the first thing I saw was that the cup and spilled coffee were gone. But she was sitting at the living room table with a still somewhat indecisive look on her face. But then she raised her head, looked me in the eye and said, "I want to be your bitch today!".
***
Inside I was cheering, but I tried not to let it show. Instead, I gave her a smile and an admiring, grateful look that was meant to signal that I was very proud of her and her brave decision. Not wanting to thank a whore, I refrained from doing so myself. Instead, I simply said, "Good." Since I didn't want her to have a negative memory of today, it was obvious she was going to get her money's worth. Claudia should always feel at least a little excitement throughout the day. To make things easier for her -- and for me as well -- I got myself some pheromones in the form of perfume, not because I think all women can be won over with a snap of my fingers, but because the likeability factor increased. We've known each other for a long time, but it still wouldn't hurt. I had worn this fragrance before.
