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Step into a hidden world of illustrated intimacy, where desire shimmers just beneath the surface of the everyday. In Sex in the Sauna, Emily White blends emotionally rich storytelling with evocative manga-style artwork to create a collection of sensual short stories that are as visually stunning as they are stirring. These are contemporary tales of connection, vulnerability, and heat—told through expressive lines and whispered words, never crude, always captivating. At the heart of the collection lies the title story, Sex in the Sauna—a slow-burning exploration of longing, memory, and the magnetic pull between two people separated by silence and time. As the warmth of a vinyl record fills a bedroom with nostalgia, an unexpected message from Marica stirs the air and awakens more than just a phone. The past and present slip together like steam across glass, and what begins as a casual hello deepens into something charged, uncertain, and intoxicating. The music wrapped around me like a lover’s touch—familiar, haunting. Then my phone pulsed to life, as if the beat itself had summoned her name. Marica. A ghost, a spark, a door reopening. Lose yourself in these illustrated moments of emotional tension and physical yearning—where the art of seduction lies in what’s left unsaid. Let the steam rise. The rest... you’ll feel in your bones.
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Sex in the Sauna
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Images – Naked Pictures
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Emily White
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© 2025 Emily White
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Table of Contents
Imprint
Table of Contents
Introduction
Dinner at the restaurant
The Sauna
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.
Dinner at the restaurant
We had contacted Diego through a well-known dating site and selected him from dozens of responses, not so much based on the often exaggerated descriptions that singles usually give of themselves, which almost never correspond to reality, but rather by evaluating the friendliness of his smile and the kindness and politeness with which he presented himself.
As everyone knows, the choice was Shana's, as it should be.
Diego was truly the typical nice guy, around 25-30 years old, sweet and reserved, the complete opposite of the usual self-important bully that we both abhor and have encountered in the past: 180 cm tall, slim, with well-trained muscles but not pumped up by chemicals, and also rather shy, something that excites Shana immensely.
He had thick, bushy eyebrows, intense black eyes, full lips, short hair, and white teeth. Only a small tattoo under his ear ruined his otherwise perfect face, in my opinion, too much for my taste, but she really liked it.
That evening, after the usual greetings, we entered the restaurant and I led the way, as etiquette dictates in public places. There weren't many people, partly because it was a little late for dinner by Italian standards, being just after 10 p.m., but we hadn't managed to arrive earlier.
I asked the waiter for a secluded table, and he led us to a room on the upper floor, where he seated us in a corner, two tables away from others occupied by a young couple closest to us and four friends, all men in their 40s, furthest away, while the other five or six were empty, some still to be cleared, others untouched.
After we had all taken turns in the bathroom to wash our hands, I said to my accomplice, “Wait, I'm going to ask Shana to take off her panties.” He smiled amusedly and told me he would wait for me at the table. Once I had returned, I sat Shana and Diego next to each other so that they looked united by a bond that did not really exist, with their backs to the wall behind them, and I took my place in front of them.
We immediately ordered an aperitif, which was served by a waiter who had to use the only wooden spiral staircase that emerged from below, which was also how we had arrived.
I asked Diego if he liked the marinated olives that accompanied the aperitifs, and he said yes, sounding slightly surprised by such a seemingly silly question.
I then asked Shana to put some in her mouth and pass them to me with her fingers; she obeyed, pulled up her dress slightly above her thighs and pushed at least six in, one at a time, rocking back and forth on her chair a little each time to help them go in.
She kept them in her pussy for a few minutes while Diego continued to stare at her, and I enjoyed the scene. I then told her that she had “marinated” them enough and that we couldn't wait to taste them. Diego had blushed a lot and seemed worried that the couple in front of us might notice something. In fact, he kept alternating his gaze between Shana's legs and the other patrons, who were unaware of everything.
“If you keep this up, my friend, you'll end up making someone suspicious and attracting attention,” I said kindly.
Blushing even more, he cleared his throat with a nervous cough and replied, ”You're right, I'm sorry, I just can't control myself.”
In the meantime, Shana had already extracted the first forbidden fruit and was presenting it to him, holding it with the tips of three moist fingers.
“Smell it well before you open your mouth, and run your tongue over it slowly,” I suggested, which he did in a very sensual way, concentrating seriously.
The second one was mine, and before tasting it, I sucked her fingers a little, and she smiled at me, very amused, staring into my eyes.
I asked Diego to take the next one himself, without waiting to be served: with his left hand, he made his way towards the secret treasure chest, lingering a little before managing to extract the juicy but slippery olive.
