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Step beyond the door and into a world of quiet glances, hidden tensions, and tender provocations. Sexy Neighbors is a collection of emotionally charged, manga-style illustrated short stories where desire shimmers just beneath the surface of everyday encounters. With expressive, tasteful artwork and a voice that’s as intimate as it is evocative, Emily White invites you into contemporary stories of sensual connection, vulnerability, and the slow-burning art of seduction. The title story follows Ester and Ruben as they arrive for what should be a night of playful exploration between couples—until the door opens on a bruised confession and raw emotion. Inside the apartment, secrets stir, boundaries blur, and honesty cuts deeper than expected. The hallway is quiet. Doors shut. Anticipation rising. A knock. A pause. Then Matteo appears—alone, wounded, holding his cheek like something sacred has been lost. “I screwed up,” he whispers. The warmth Ester felt drains away. She looks at Ruben. A breath is held. The game, for now, has changed. Between walls too thin to hide desire and truths too heavy to silence, four hearts must choose: retreat, or unravel together.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Emily White
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Table of Contents
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Introduction
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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.
4.
Ruben and I (Ester) look at each other and smile when, getting out of the elevator on the floor where Matteo and Linda live, we see that all the apartment doors on that floor are closed. We would have expected to find their door already open and at least one of them, if not both, waiting for us on the landing.
I know which door is theirs. I've been to this house before. I could ring the doorbell, but I just knock on the wood.
More moments of waiting. I imagine them behind the door, anxious, taking a deep breath to overcome that last mental effort to open the door, not so much to us as to a new erotic experience.
There, they're opening. Here we go. I'm ready to say “Peek-a-boo.”
... Unpleasant surprise!
Behind the door is only Matteo (Zindo), with a mournful expression. He whispers, “Come in, I screwed up. Come in.” He holds his left cheek with one hand.
All the euphoria I felt evaporates. I think of a tragedy, I can't imagine what, but something serious. I hear Ruben ask anxiously, “What happened?”
Matteo gestures with his hand as if to say, “Come in, let's go that way,” and, closing the door, he repeats, “I've screwed up big time,” then adds, “I told her everything.”
“Everything?” Ruben and I ask in unison.
“About us, about that Saturday.”
Ruben and I ask two different questions at the same time. “When did you do it?” asks Ruben. “How did she react?” I ask.
He answers both of us, “Just now, while you were getting into the elevator. She slapped me.” He takes his hand away from his cheek, and you can still see the marks left by her fingers.
I feel like laughing. I don't.
Ruben asks, “Where is she now?” Matteo points to a door and says, “I think she's in her room. In there, anyway. I'll go get her.” He starts to leave. I stop him. I say, “You two stay here. I'll try to talk to her.”
Ah, these men. They do damage just by moving. We women have to pick up the pieces. Always.
I go through the door and see light filtering through one of the other doors in the hallway. Linda must be in there.
I knock. I want to add, “May I?” I don't have time. Immediately from inside, Linda almost shouts, “Go away, I don't want to hear you.”
I take a chance, in a calm voice, “Sorry, Linda, it's Ester. Can I come in?”
Now she's not shouting, she says calmly, “Leave me alone. You too. Please go away.”
I'm inclined to think positively, so I appreciate the fact that she didn't say “go away” but “go away.” She didn't kick me out of the house.
I think she asked for a few minutes to get over the shock. I'll give her one, then I'll go back. I put my hand on the handle, lower it, push, open just enough to let my head through, and, peeking in, I ask, “Is it over? Are you feeling better?”
He looks at me, doesn't chase me away, doesn't invite me in. He asks, “Over what? What has he come up with now? Maybe he told you I'm not feeling well or some other nonsense he made up.”
Even though she didn't invite me in, I enter the room and close the door behind me. I say to her, "He didn't say anything to us. We just got here. I asked where you were, and he pointed me here. I came to say hello. That's all. Now I'm asking you: why are you so upset? Did something happen?“
She looks me up and down, as if she's X-raying me, her features hardening. Almost defiantly, she says, ”I'm asking you: has something happened? If so, what? And when? Let me know."
