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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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Night of Passion in Lisbon. 1
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures – Naked Illustrations
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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
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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.
Chapter 1
It was a Thursday lunchtime; I was in the Lisbon area of Portugal for work and was to spend about 3 weeks on the project. I was supervising the assembly of a series of machines at a factory in the area and it was lunchtime. It wasn't the first time I'd been in the area, as I went there quite often for work purposes, and I knew that in Portugal, as in the rest of the world, except Spain, if you're not at the table by 12:30... you don't eat; so, since it was already about 12:20 and the restaurant in the industrial area was a bit far away, I left in a hurry without changing my work clothes.
When I arrived at the restaurant, much to my despair, all the tables were occupied and I knew that no one would be free for quite a while, as all the diners looked like me, workers who were taking their lunch break, so they had just occupied the tables. I had been drinking coffee with milk and a sandwich all day, since 7am, and I hadn't had time to eat anything else, because work was getting a little complicated, and if I didn't sit down to eat I would spend the day fasting until dinner time. I looked around the restaurant to see if I could see anyone I knew to share a table with, but I didn't recognize anyone. At a table of four, a woman in her 50s, smartly dressed as a man, was sitting alone. I thought to myself, "You already have it, take your chances and with any luck you can eat and not fast all day." I approached the table and addressing the lady with all propriety, I questioned her:
Sorry to be so bold, do you speak Portuguese?
Yes, of course, what would you like?
You see, I don't mean to intrude, and if I do, you just have to tell me and I will withdraw, and I apologize once again.
I have little time for lunch, as you can see, the restaurant is completely full, and if it's not a problem, I would be infinitely grateful if you would allow me to share a table with you for lunch.
The lady looked down at me and even though my attire didn't match hers at all, she must have sensed that I had no ulterior motives and that I really just wanted to have lunch, so she looked me in the eye and replied:
Please have a seat, I will be happy to share the table with you.
Believe me, the pleasure will be entirely mine, madam. Allow me to introduce myself: Alfredo, at your service.
Amalia, nice to meet you.
They brought us the menu and given the particular way of serving in Portugal, when you order a dish, by default, that portion is always for two people, in case of eating alone, you have to order "half a portion", we agreed to share a cod the house way, with all the paraphernalia of white rice, potatoes and so on. I ordered a bottle of red wine from the Alentejo region to accompany the meal (in Portugal cod is always served with red wine, there as they say, "cod is not fish").
As we were eating our appetizer, I took a more relaxed look at my tablemate. As I said, she was a lady in her fifties, a bit fleshy, with eyes as green as two emeralds and copper-colored hair, obviously with chemical help, in a wavy mane styled in the style of the 1940s, vaguely reminding me of Rita Hayworth. A woman who exudes confidence.
As I noted earlier, she was dressed as a man, in a chalk-striped navy blue suit with a double-breasted jacket, a red-striped shirt with a white collar and cuffs (cufflinks), and a men's tie with alternating gray, black, and white stripes, knotted in a perfect windsor knot.
The only concession to femininity might seem to be the scarf in the breast pocket, a bright fuchsia color edged in navy blue, and the bracelet and stiletto heeled shoes I had glimpsed as I approached the table, but the truth was that I looked more feminine than if I had been wearing women's clothes. I noticed that the dress was not a custom-made women's dress, but a man's dress, cut and fitted by a tailor, tailored for a woman. The tailoring of the breastplate and the epaulettes on the jacket, as well as the hammering on the sleeves, showed high-quality tailoring work by "a lot of tough guys" and I was only seeing half of the work. I usually dressed like this, although my wardrobe at the time consisted of work clothes and safety shoes so I could move between cars. A well-cut tie and suit are out of place in my work. I told him my impressions of her dress code and he told me the name of a tailor in Lisbon whose jackets I have and we chatted over lunch. I told her I was supervising some assemblies and she told me he was an auditor for I don't know what official body who was reviewing some documents in a company close to the one I worked for.
Despite her very masculine and formal appearance, Amalia turned out to be a nice woman and a good conversationalist, so almost without realizing it, we made it to dessert, both refusing dessert and agreeing to order coffee.
