Obscene Pleasure E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 44

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Step into a world where art and desire entwine — Obscene Pleasure is a bold and evocative collection of illustrated erotic short stories by Emily White. Each tale blends rich, sensual storytelling with expressive manga-style illustrations that capture the tension, tenderness, and raw emotion of contemporary adult intimacy. This is not just erotica — it's visual poetry that breathes with heat, longing, and a knowing smile. The title story unfolds aboard a private yacht adrift somewhere between Casablanca and temptation. A Valentine's night at sea becomes a decadent escape for four lovers — and one beautiful sailor — where boundaries dissolve in waves of indulgence. As silk robes fall and glances sharpen, the night fills with whispers, moans, and the rhythm of a sea that knows how to keep secrets. The night rocked gently around us, but my skin still hummed with what had been. Alessandra's robe had long slipped from her hips, Juan’s hands had long ceased to pretend, and my husband... well, Max had always liked to share. In Obscene Pleasure, nothing is hidden — and yet everything remains tantalizingly just out of reach. The sea is quiet. But behind closed doors, pleasure speaks in low, obscene tones — and you're invited to listen.

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Obscene Pleasure

Hentai & Manga Illustrated Erotic Short Stories – A Steamy Collection of Hardcore, Naughty, and Dirty Sexual Fantasies

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Emily White

Imprint

© 2025 Emily White

Printing and distribution on behalf of the author:

tredition GmbH, Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5, 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany.

The work, including its parts, is protected by copyright. The author is responsible for its contents. Any use without the author's permission is prohibited. Publication and distribution are by order of the author, who can be contacted at the following address: Emily White, Schwedter Allee 23, 16303 Brandenburg, Germany.

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Table of Contents

Imprint

Table of Contents

Introduction

An Unexpected Adventure

A warm sea of obscene pleasure

My friend

Wonderful thought

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.

An Unexpected Adventure

One evening we were on the couch watching TV. It was September, and there was nothing interesting on TV. We were being overwhelmed by boredom and we were constantly channel surfing.

Glori had her phone in her hand when she asked me:

What if we went for a drive? Want to get some ice cream? Maybe it's better than staying here and getting bored.

I didn't feel I could disagree with her and accepted, so ten minutes later, we were in the car.

I realized she was a bit worked up: in fact, it was a period for her when she was showing a certain friskiness, and at that moment, her libido was at its peak.

I thought that, perhaps, she would make an effort to surprise me.

We headed towards an ice cream shop that had tables outside where we could sit.

While we were there, enjoying our ice cream, a boy selling roses started going around the tables, placing one on each table where there was a lady.

He couldn't have been more than 18 years old, but he was over six feet tall.

He looked bad in his clothes: he was wearing very wide trousers with a floral shirt on top; his facial features and physique were very handsome, but it was clear he lived a vagabond life.

Glori scrutinized him closely as she moved among the tables.

When he arrived at our place, he had the last two roses in his hand. That evening she was beautiful: she was wearing a floral dress above her knee, and he, approaching her, offered her the roses.

I made a gesture of refusal, but he, with a murderous look, fixed his eyes on hers and said:

You don't have to pay me: these are a tribute to this lady's beauty.

I was about to say something when Glori, without stopping staring at him, accepted them and, thanking him, asked his name. "Nicola," was his response.

And she was ready to ask him another question:

Since you've run out of goods, where will you go now? To which he said:

Look, I'm not finished at all; I'll just have to go to the boss who supplies me with roses and get some more.

Glori then invited him to sit at the table and have ice cream with us. Then, if he liked, once he paid the bill, we could have taken him where he was going.

He agreed, arguing that there weren't many people around anyway, and therefore his would be a pointless wandering.

Glori kept asking him where he was from and why he had settled for that unfulfilling type of work. So we learned that he was originally from the province of Cremona and, due to the crisis, hadn't been able to find anything better and, of course, couldn't just sit around doing nothing, if only to get food.

I paid the bill and the three of us headed towards the car.

It was then that she asked him why he had given her the flowers, and he exclaimed:

I was struck by your charm, and he's lucky to have a wife like you.

In turn, I looked at him and asked, "Do you really like her?" He smiled and nodded his head.