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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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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Passionate Encounter
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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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
1.The Dominator Clan
2.Visit my best friend
3.Núria
4.Nights of Lust
5.My sex
6.Passionate encounter
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
7.Sex at the campsite
8.A way to learn
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 Dominator Clan
I wake up when a scream of pleasure erupts near my ear. I discover myself naked, sweaty, in the throes of intercourse. It's dark and the woman beneath me screams like I'm killing her...and like she's enjoying it.
I can hardly see anything, but I can feel her movements. She slams her hips against mine. Her legs are open. I don't have to do much. My cock goes in and out without difficulty. She tells me I have a huge cock. This turns me on even more. Apparently, it affects her too, because her screams get louder and louder. I bite her ear hard and she screams an "ouch" of pain and pleasure that almost makes me come.
I ask her who her man is. She says, moaning, that it's me, that I'm her man, her daddy, her alpha male, that my cock is the biggest and that she wants me to fuck her every day, every night, in her bed and against the wall and in the yard and in the bathroom.... I ask her if she likes my cock, and she says she hasn't seen anything bigger, that I'm a stud, her stud, her horse, her cock.
I squeeze her tighter so she can feel the penis she's talking about. Gradually, I begin to make out the figures better in the darkness. I know I am in a dark room, with almost no light from outside through a window, and the bed is very wide. The woman I see below me doesn't make me think of anyone. Everything before this moment is reduced to nothing. My life is nothing. I am a new man. And this woman is a well-trained whore.
She has big tits and erect nipples. She sweats. Her body sweats, her body writhes and sweats. She sweats profusely. As I fuck her, I lick her neck and ears, lick her breasts and armpits, lick her eyes and lips. Her lips are thin. And her skin is soft. She's a soft-skinned whore. I want to cum in that mouth. On her tits, too. And on her face.
When she least expects it, I pull out my cock and, with force, turn it over. She didn't see it coming. Before she turns face down, she looks at me in surprise. I spread her legs and lift her ass. She holds her breath. She knows what I want. I kneel behind her, pull her hair (black, wavy) and shove my cock into her ass. She screams. Her buttocks, large and soft, tremble. She squeezes them. I push it back in.
He has an unused anus. I can feel it. It's tight. Very tight. I like it. She cries out. He moves his legs a lot. I pull his hair harder and give it to him full blast. I pick up the pace. She does too: she starts moving her ass. Her moans become more and more pleasurable. But soon I feel the need to lubricate. I pull my cock out and tug at her hair even harder, until her head touches mine. Then I whisper in her ear as I grab her neck with my other hand, "Suck my cock.
She is not slow. She quickly turns around and slavishly bends over to give me a wonderful fellatio. She begins to spit on my penis. She plays using her hands. Her fingers are thin and long. They look expert. New ass, experienced hands: a fairly unfamiliar woman. Up and down. Then she puts her head in her mouth and, looking at me, sucks up and down. Up and down.
I see her head bobbing up and down and that turns me on. I grab her hair and push my cock deeper into her. She tries to pull back, but I don't let her. She makes a strange noise with her mouth and squeezes my thighs with her slutty hands.
Then I pull my cock out of her mouth, throw her on the bed, turn her over, and without time to recover, I open her buttocks and push my cock into her like there's no tomorrow. She screams like never before. I'm going to destroy him, I tell him. I'm going to rip his asshole out and end up inside him.
I thrust in and out and in and out, and now my cock is well lubricated. I feel her buttocks quiver, I grab her tits, squeeze her nipples, and then, between thrusts, between screams and moans of pleasure, I come. I feel the hot cum filling her rectum. She moans with such joy and I imagine her smiling. She has come. The cum spurts out and out, and I continue to fuck her ass for a while longer.
So, I pull out my (wet, exhausted) penis, give her a good spanking and lie down next to her. My body is sweaty. So is hers. She comes up behind me and whispers in my ear, "You are such a beast."
I fall asleep with my cock standing up.
***
I wake up at dawn in a bed of damp sheets. Next to me, a naked woman (who must be named Rosa, because there is no more appropriate name for that face) is sleeping soundly. I remember the previous night and nothing else: sweat, moans, and sex. Before that, darkness. I am a person without a past or a name: a new man.
But, strange as it may seem, I am more peaceful than, I know, I should be. I watch serenely as the light of dawn slowly floods this small room that barely fits a bed. I discover our clothes on the floor, the drawings on the walls. It's a motel room. I don't know anything else.
Rosa's body gradually gains volume and color. Shadows grow on her body, accentuating the size of her breasts, which slowly rise and fall. Serenity. That's how I would define this moment. Serenity.
However, feeling her does not stop me from acting. Gently (in this moment I discover something like kindness in myself, something I haven't recognized as mine until now, something that didn't manifest itself the night before), I move her shoulder. Again. He opens his eyelids slowly, just a little. He blinks. Then he turns to me. He has the most beautiful eyes.
I wonder if the man I was until yesterday in the middle of intercourse would have awakened this woman so gently. Does what we have been not allow us to be other, and do we have to go through moments of transition (like memory loss) to change? Or will we always be the same, no matter what we remember, no matter what we create of ourselves? The questions cause nothing in me, there are no answers anywhere. The sun continues to awaken, little by little, and Rosa in turn.
I realize then that he spoke to me as the questions came pouring in. "Good morning." Her voice has a tone of gentle repetition, like a loving mother telling her child, for the umpteenth time, that she needs to do something. Rosa. Where are the thorns? Something stirs inside me. I don't want to know if it was just a hunch or if a memory from my previous life has tried to reach this new me.
"Good morning," I reply. I think that in my past (in that now empty file, waiting to be filled again) there must be many more "good mornings" like this one. I think of the calm, the sunrise, those eyes and my rose. "Who am I?", I ask. The fleeting disquiet returns when I realize that this question doesn't seem strange to her; she smiles softly, leans on one arm, and kisses me on the lips with the gentleness of a mother. Her mouth tastes strange, like syrup.
"Don't worry, silly," he says. "We have a lot to do today." She gets up, lifts that lush body, those firm breasts quivering with every step. She gets up, grabs her clothes and dresses. I look at her. The calm has returned. I just watch her from the bed. An erection adorns my groin. When she's finished dressing, she turns to me and in the sweetest voice asks, "Get dressed now, Wolf.
So this is who I am. A wolf. Reminiscences of the past make me a little uncomfortable. So now I'm supposed to act like the man I was supposed to be? Will others treat me like a wolf? But I don't object. If wolf I was, wolf I'm willing to be for a while longer. I get up and start dressing.
We leave the motel. The guards watch us go by and say nothing, in fact, they seem to avoid us. Their gazes are diverted to the sky, to the floor, to the eyes of others. We pass between them in silence. We join the traffic of passersby on the street. Some people see us. Especially her. I know anyone would be willing to pay their life savings to fuck her well. How much did I pay, I wonder.
Rosa stops in front of a house that looks abandoned. She tells me that we should go inside, that they are already waiting for us. She is serious and quiet. Tense. Her body has become rigid and her eyes avoid me. She opens the door of the house with a red key and invites me to enter first. I enter the dark house, its walls bare and clean. This is not an abandoned house, I tell myself. At that moment, I hear the door close behind me.
Rosa didn't come with me. I try to open the door, but I can't. I knock, but there is no answer. I knock, but there is no answer. "Rosa!" I shout. I don't care that it's not her name. "Rosa!" I shout again, and in that moment I shut up. Something is moving. The door is going up into the wall...no, the floor is coming down. I am stunned. The surface stops as a second door has appeared completely in front of me, several feet below the other.
