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In this collection of illustrated sensual tales, Emily White paints desire in vibrant strokes of color and shadow, where every glance becomes a touch and every gesture carries the weight of forbidden longing. Her manga-inspired worlds shimmer between dream and fever, capturing the heat that rises when curiosity, temptation, and the thrill of the unknown collide beneath moonlit water. In the title story, Orgy in the Pool of Sin, a summer night unfolds like a spell: a private villa glowing with neon reflections, the pulse of distant music, and the slow unveiling of secrets shared only by those brave enough to step into the shimmering blue. A visual moment lingers — bodies glistening under LED lights, laughter echoing across the water, and a sudden ripple as someone steps closer than expected, turning playfulness into a charged silence. The pool becomes a mirror of desire, revealing more than the night intends to hide. Some temptations are born in the water — and refuse to let you go.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Emily White
Imprint
© 2025 Emily White
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tredition GmbH, Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5, 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany.
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Table of Contents
Imprint
Table of Contents
Introduction
Aisles and confessions
Orgy in the Pool of Sin
My wife's awakening on vacation
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.
Aisles and confessions
The shopping center of a seaside town is the least erotic place in the world. Neon lights that wash out your tan, air conditioning that smells like plastic, squeaky shopping carts, children screaming and cutting across your path. But on vacation, if you have the right mindset, even a supermarket can become a playground.
F. and I were there "for bread and fish." In reality, for everything else. We had recently begun our journey as an open couple: two or three soft experiences, more looks and tension than flesh, but enough to know that the door was open and we would not close it.
That day, she was wearing a light blue dress, her skin golden, her legs bare, her smile sharp. I was pushing the cart like a sailor waiting for the wind.
In the detergent aisle: a bump.
He—short hair, lean physique, quick smile—apologizes.
"If we have to bump into each other, better here than on the street," says F., and laughs.
Next to him, she: brunette, full breasts, wide hips, dark eyes that don't look down. F. and Luca exchange a glance that says it all.
Two jokes about absurd prices, two sentences about beaches. Then we split into cross-couples: me with her, Marta; F. with him, Luca.
At the fish market, amid double entendres about mussels and hands reaching out, we decide to stop at the bar in the shopping center.
The bar table — no one pretends anymore
The bar was not on the main street, but in a side wing leading to the exit of the covered parking lot. At that hour, it was almost empty: a couple of tables with people distracted by their phones, a family ready to leave. ur table was in the corner, near an opaque window and a large vase with a fake plant that partially shielded us. From there we could see who was passing by, but no one could really see us. It was the kind of place where, if you move slowly, you can get away with more than you should.
F. orders two prosecco for us—she is a self-confessed lover of the drink—and two gin and tonics for them. She sits next to Luca, I sit next to Marta.
While I'm talking to Marta, I see F. taking off her sandal. Her bare foot rests on Luca's ankle, then slowly moves up his calf, as if to take her time to be noticed.
Without taking his eyes off her, he rests his hand on her knee. She crosses her legs, trapping his hand. Luca doesn't stop: his fingers slide along her inner thigh, inch by inch, until they slip under her dress.
"Do you want to know something that still makes me wet?" F. says, tilting her head slightly.
Luca leans toward her, as if listening to a forbidden confession.
"Twice, in the car..."
