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Enter a world where desire hides in plain sight, where sensuality flickers in shadowed corners and beneath long winter coats. In Sex Under a Bridge, Emily White weaves contemporary tales of lust and longing, pairing her signature, emotionally charged storytelling with evocative manga-style illustrations. These are stories of hidden glances, aching bodies, and forbidden encounters—drawn with elegance, written with fire. In the title story, a lonely winter night becomes the stage for a secret rendezvous. Beneath a forgotten bridge on the edge of town, passion smolders between a woman left waiting too long and the men who finally answer her hunger. The cold doesn’t bite—it burns, from the inside out. A woman stands under a bridge, the wind teasing the hem of her coat. Beneath, only skin and netting. One man approaches. Then another. She leans against the stone wall, legs parted, breath fogging the winter air. Their mouths find her, and all sound fades—except the river, and the moan she can't quite swallow. Between each page and panel, heat rises. Some secrets aren’t meant to stay in the dark.
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Sex under a Bridge
Hentai & Manga Illustrated Erotic Short Stories – A Steamy Collection of Hardcore, Naughty, and Dirty Sexual Fantasies
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Emily White
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Introduction
EVENING IN ROME
SEX UNDER A BRIDGE
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.
EVENING IN ROME
I had managed to convince Mery to accompany me to a two-day convention that would take place in a gigantic hotel just outside Rome.
The convention, strategically scheduled for Thursday and Friday, would allow us to carve out two evenings together and visit our beloved capital over the weekend, extending our stay at the hotel to Saturday to comfortably return home on Sunday.
While I would attend the various meetings and scheduled talks over the two days, Mery would explore Rome on her own, and then we would meet back in our room in the late afternoon to have dinner and spend the evening together.
I hardly remember anything from the first day of the convention, except for the boredom of some overly technical presentations and a subpar buffet. Reunited in the room in the late afternoon, after a quick shower and my informal change of clothes, we set off to find a little restaurant to eat.
Unlike mine, Mery told me about the lovely day she spent visiting a museum and some historic Roman sites, a frugal yet excellent lunch, and leisurely shopping at a mall. During dinner at a very nice restaurant, Mery went into detail, showing me photos and selfies, impressions of the places, influencing me with her good mood.
Tired from the day but excited by the atmosphere created, we concluded the evening with a brief walk downtown and once on the subway, on the way back to the hotel - all charged up and excited - kissing and sticking together like a couple of lovers in secrecy.
I'll let you imagine the fitting conclusion once we were in the room.
Friday, on the other hand, was worse than the previous day. Boredom transformed into a sense of slowness and exasperation, where time seemed to have stopped and stretched. Arriving at five in the afternoon was an agony, an assault on the family jewels, alleviated only by the messages with Mery that, throughout the day, turned into an erotic chat.
The highlight of the chat: a selfie of Mery half-naked in a fitting room while trying on lingerie, obviously opened by yours truly sitting at a table with other people and hoping that none of those next to me had noticed.
In that chat, Mery was telling me what she would do to me that evening and that she was choosing some lingerie. She made me suffer by listing what she was trying on, showing me some photos of intimate parts, some fittings, commenting on a busty salesgirl who was helping her, or the fact that in the fitting rooms there was a couple with a guy who had a keen eye and had figured out what Mery was doing in the fitting room and was doing everything to sneak a peek.
For my part, I played along, responding and doubling down on exciting, perverse ideas or particular situations.
By now completely caught up in the chat and the situation, and not caring about the convention, I was responding more and more excitedly and pushing the comments further and further. To a comment about the couple with the peeping guy, I replied by suggesting to Mery that we look for a couple with whom we could maybe spend the evening and have fun in bed together.
Not the best suggestion, I thought later, given that Mery's response was delayed and came across as cold and distant.
