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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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Orgy between my aunt and her neighbors
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
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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
1.The treatment
2.Alfonso's widow
3.To the mountain
4.Orgy between my aunt and her neighbors
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.
The treatment
Life is change, that's a fact. And knowing how to adapt to those changes always brings rewards.
After my divorce, I went through a difficult time, until I realized that I actually had a whole new range of opportunities before me. For example, I had more maturity, more experience, a better income and again, the freedom to choose what to do with my life (especially sexually).
Having started the process of separation and later the legal issue of divorce, I had decided not to date anyone and wait to see what life had in store for me. I never imagined that one phone call would change my life the way it did.
Two weeks after the legal signing, there was a reunion with high school friends, in which the most important thing was to confirm to everyone the news, which some of them already knew. And of course I went back to see many of my classmates. I must say that my case was not the only one. I discovered that most of us were in the same state: divorced and free to move on.
Particularly, the case of my friend Lupita was the one that caught my attention the most. She is a woman that I remembered with great affection and I must clarify that I always felt attracted to her. I must say that in general, she had not changed much in her proportions, she was still a woman with a pronounced hip, slim waist and defined bust, of a good size. The passage of time had marked her face, some wrinkles were already showing on her white complexion, and her hair was shorter. Other than that, she was still the same person, with that cute and attractive personality.
I spent the end of the evening talking with her and catching up. It turned out that they have 2 children, now young (a 12 year old girl and a 15 year old boy), she had been divorced for 3 years and was doing what she could to support her children. Her ex-husband was inconsistent in child support, so she took matters into her own hands. Anyway, I was very sad to hear that and I was left with the idea of helping her in some way. We exchanged phone numbers and said goodbye, agreeing to go for a coffee some day.
A month later, I spoke to Lupita to go for that promised coffee. We had agreed to meet at a midpoint (with respect to our houses), on a Friday afternoon. However, she stood me up because the family issue she had was complicated. After her separation, she went back to her parents' house, so her only outings "alone" were only to work or to the supermarket. If she went out with her children, she had no problem, but if she wanted to go out alone, it was an issue. She always had to lie in order to go out alone, usually saying she was going to a job interview or something similar.
Being alone in the café that day, I kept thinking. I remembered that Lupita had told me that among the part-time jobs she had done, she had been in a spa giving massages. That gave me an idea. I suffer a lot from back pain, because I spend a lot of time sitting down for my job. So I could invite her to my house to give me a massage and I would pay her the price she indicated and that would be a way to help her.
That evening I called her to say hello and see how she was doing. She told me that she was very upset about her situation and that she felt very sorry for me. I told her not to worry, that there would be an opportunity to see each other. Then the topic of conversation changed and we began to talk about her relationships, because with these family conditions it seemed to me that her romantic or even sexual life had been affected. And so it was. The talk started to become a little more horny, more sexual. But suddenly we had to cut it short because she had to put her children to sleep.
What would be my surprise when 2 hours later, I received a picture of her (a selfie) on her bed, with a nightgown, kneeling and showing part of her legs and bust, in a suggestive way. And a message that said, "sorry, this is for the coffee we didn't manage to drink".
I was shocked, for a moment I was stunned (literally, all hard). I reacted until a moment later he sent me another message saying, "I didn't mean to upset you, if you want to delete it go ahead. It's really ugly the picture, isn't it?". I immediately replied that no, it was just that I was amazed to see her like that, that I loved the way her legs looked and that the photo was not ugly, in fact, I commented, "I'm sure you have the soul of a model and there are more photos on your cell phone that no one has seen where you must look just as beautiful and attractive".
The next thing that happened was that I received two more pictures, one in front of the mirror modeling a pantiblouse and the third one with a thong and bra set taken from behind, revealing her shapely, round buttocks. Her proportions were impressive. At this point I should clarify that I have never liked thin women (or skinny, as we say in my country), my type of woman is curvaceous, with a well-marked figure: hipped, lined, with a good bust and shapely legs. This woman had it all, but she always hid it under baggy or very square, shapeless clothes. What's more, she even gave the appearance of being chubby, but oh surprise, she was a sculpture of a woman.
We said goodbye by text that night and agreed to talk to each other later in the week.
Up to this point, sex had taken a back seat. I didn't want to get involved with anyone so soon after the divorce. I was exercising a lot, dieting, hanging out with friends, reading, and obviously, still working.
However, since that day, I couldn't get that crazy body out of my mind. So I started to come up with a plan so we could see each other and come up with something more than friendship or sexy pictures.
On Tuesday of the following week, around noon, I spoke to her, but not before sending a message, asking if it was possible for her to call me back. She answered yes. We talked about everything and nothing, the classic, how was she doing at work (she worked as a receptionist in a beauty salon), how were the kids, things at home, in short, stupid things you say just before asking what you really want to say.
Hey, what do you think, would you be interested in a weekend job? I think the pay is good," I said, trying not to show the excitement in my voice.
Hey yeah, that'd be nice, but what's it all about? she answered me, without much interest.
Look, I think I'd better talk to you on Friday and then you can do the interview, how do you see? I was really excited. They will even pay you for the time you spend on the interview.
What time on Friday? His tone of voice now showed a little more interest.
It would be from 7 to 10 p.m., it is to take care of an old lady. I'll send you the address by message, are you interested?
Of course! I'll be there. Should I be dressed in any particular way?
I wanted to tell her to wear the outfit she had shown me in the photo, but that would reveal my plan and spoil everything. I just replied that she should wear "something that would make her feel pretty and comfortable".
We said goodbye, with the excuse that they were talking to me and I had to go back to work.
I immediately sent her a message, indicating my home address and asking her to please be on time. I also asked her if her children would not be an inconvenience to go out, she answered no, that for work matters, her parents would help her, only under that condition. No more was said, I was just grateful that she could go.
On Thursday he sent me a message, confirming that he would be there on Friday for the interview and before saying goodbye, he took the opportunity to ask me for a photo. I decided to make my move and sent him a shirtless picture, taken in front of the mirror. His response was only, "mmm yummy".
Everything went according to my plan.
The week passed slowly, waiting for Friday. In those days, in the afternoon, I did not go out with my friends. I dedicated myself to getting everything I needed for the Friday evening. Until finally, the long-awaited day arrived.
That day, in truth, it was almost impossible to concentrate, however, as I could, I arrived at the end of the day, I left work a little earlier (suppressing my lunch hour), to have time to arrive and prepare everything.
I arrived around 6 p.m., took a bath and prepared the table, with some snacks, a few glasses and a bottle of red wine, and of course, good music. I finished preparing the ground for what was to follow.
The minutes passed and I was getting more and more nervous. I had already left instructions with the security guard at the reception, so that when she arrived, they would let her in (and only her, because she was bringing guests).
It was 6:55 p.m. and the interphone rang. The guard announced that Miss Guadalupe Valles had arrived. I asked him to give her access. A minute later she was ringing the doorbell of my apartment.
When I opened the door, I found that she had taken this "job interview" thing very seriously. When I saw her, my jaw dropped. She was wearing a knee-length skirt, black stockings and red blouse, with a blazer to match the skirt. The outfit clung to her body, drawing that figure she had already shown me in the photos she had sent me. The make-up, looked professional, which covered those little marks that time had taken care of imprinting on her face. She was happy to see me. Everything was going well.
I invited her in and then led her to the living room. I offered her a drink, which she did not accept for the moment, to avoid a bad image in the interview. It was at that moment that I made it clear that the interview would be conducted by me. His expression changed from joy to confusion. I asked her to toast with me, to be calm and that was when she accepted.
We began to talk about how her day had been, mine, about my work, about her children (who were being cared for by their grandparents), about the situation with her ex-husband, which, by the way, led us to start talking about her financial situation and to have a second glass of wine. I also took the opportunity to change my chair and be next to her, closer and closer.
Suddenly, the obligatory question came from her.
