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Step into a realm of forbidden pleasures and incandescent desires with Emily White's irresistible collection of erotic stories. Immerse yourself in a universe where captivating narratives seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations in pure anime style. Each word is a fervent whisper, and every stroke is a visual invocation that transforms fantasy into tangible reality. This collection is not for the faint of heart; it's a provocative invitation to delve into the unexplored depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that quicken the heartbeat. The illustrations are sensual portals, ushering you into dimensions where every hidden desire finds expression without remorse. Are you prepared to cross the threshold into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be transported into a realm where sin melds with art, and art dances harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire. Lift the cover and get ready for an intense experience fueled by the flame of passion. This isn't just a collection; it's your exclusive ticket to a dimension of anime eros, narrated with mastery and illustrated with ardor by Emily White.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
Taste of a Woman
Hot Erotic Short Stories Illustrated with Anime
Emily White
Copyright © 2023 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
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I Had Sex with the Boss's Wife
Three Girls from the Closet
The Unexpected Squirt
A Love for Us
Taste of a Woman
Artful Proposal
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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 anime 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.
I HAD SEX WITH THE BOSS'S WIFE
I love him, but this is really an aspect of his character that I can't stand. In Milan you would say that he's a pussy lover, one of those men totally submitted to the charm… of pussy, in fact.
Passes when we're out and about and he doesn't miss a chance to look at any woman with a little flesh on display, but one thing that really drives me nuts is when he tells me about other women, especially ones I don't know, because I can't judge the extent of his infatuation. Sometimes I've been under the illusion that he's doing this for me, to keep me on my toes, but I've had to change my mind, he's a total pussy freak.
Obviously he had told me a lot about Paola, how she was not only beautiful and sexy, but also extremely charming, classy, on the ball.
I hated her deeply without ever having seen her in my life.
I had therefore taken special care in preparing myself that evening, I had to be irresistible and conquer all the men present. The occasion was a dinner with some of the top management of the company my husband works for. Paola is the wife of the supreme boss and when we arrived at the restaurant she was already there to welcome us.
She was less beautiful than I expected, but as soon as she started talking I knew what had struck my husband's fancy. She had an extremely strong and charming personality, a low, sensual voice that forced you to lean toward her to catch her words. And, every time I bent down, my gaze would fall on her cleavage where a small diamond shone.
Her small breasts shaped her lamé dress, her arms were turned and tanned, despite the fact that it was the middle of winter. Her mouth opened to a very white set of teeth, her eyes were black and deep.
I hadn't missed the look with which he'd enveloped me when the waiter had helped me shed my coat, and for the first time in my life I'd felt myself agreeing with my husband and the jealousy was gone in an instant.
On the contrary, I felt incredibly open and mature to finally have no problem recognizing another woman's charms. I would have felt honored, almost, if Paola had chosen my husband as her lover, but that didn't seem likely. Despite the fact that he was a decidedly attractive man and had immediately shown off all his most tried and tested weapons of seduction, Paola had not given him a glance and had insisted that we ignore the etiquette of alternating men and women at the table in order to sit next to me.
We had started a thick conversation, mostly driven by her. And when it was my turn to speak, I could see her getting lost staring at my lips. But, after several glasses of wine had delighted our mouths, her gaze had shifted to undressing me. She crept curiously into my soft cleavage, lingered on my round breasts, enchanted herself on my bare lips.
Before I could realize how this could have happened, a solid complicity had been established between us. We followed the general conversation, but made a sort of counterpoint to it, a continuous half-voiced commentary between us, which made us burst out in complicit laughter. More than once I had met the gaze of my husband, sitting across from me, who seemed to suggest composure with his eyes. At first I had merely ignored him, but at one point the alcohol had given me so much cheek that I had told him point-blank, across the table, so that everyone could hear 'You were right, Paola is the most fascinating woman you have ever met!'
I had heard Paola stiffen to my left. There was a general laugh from all the diners, perhaps to mask my husband's embarrassment. When the conversation had returned to normal, Paola had looked at me enigmatically:
'Did he really say that?'
'Don't worry, he says that about 90% of the women he meets.' I had replied to her, unable to keep a bitter note out of my voice.
Paola had been staring at me for a moment:
'Asshole!" he had whispered in my ear and we had burst out laughing again.
We resumed our conversation as if nothing had happened, until dessert arrived and I couldn't help but feel a rush of joy: it was cheesecake, my favorite dessert. It hadn't escaped my notice that my enthusiasm had struck Paola: I know how to be lovable, when I want to be, and I would almost say that this abandonment to enthusiasm is a seduction technique that I have refined over the years.
It's something that men really like, I didn't think women liked it too.
The waiter had placed a generous slice on my plate and, after waiting with difficulty for everyone to be served, I had brought a piece of cake to my lips and indulged in the pleasure the creamy morsel unleashed in my mouth.
And while I was still lost in my contemplation of the flavors and textures, I had felt a light hand rest on my leg. I had frozen for a moment staring ahead of me, and in front of me was my husband. I could see him talking to his neighbor, covering his mouth with his hand, wiping his napkin wide open.
And it seemed so uncouth in its masculine exuberance, as I felt Paola's delicate hand caressing my knee, unleashing shivers that I feared would be visible to everyone, creeping lightly into the slit of my dress, gradually lifting the silk.
I couldn't bring myself to look at her, to turn toward her. I had taken a sip of wine and started talking to the man on my right, a gentleman of a certain age and pretty hard of hearing. And, while I was getting closer to him to make myself heard, I had spread my legs to give Paola more ease in her movements. She had immediately taken advantage of this and with a quick movement had brought her hand up to my sex, I felt her creep under my briefs, making her way through my flesh. I had stifled a moan of surprise and pleasure inside the napkin and for the first time I had turned to her and planted my eyes in her face.
She had removed her hand from my panties, then leaned toward me as she said loudly 'How about we go powder our noses in the bathroom?" and her hand had brushed my face and I had smelled my scent on her fingers. And this had clouded my mind, sent me over the edge.
I would have fucked her there, in front of everyone.
I remember like a dream when we got up from the table and all the gentlemen present stood up, out of respect. And the awkward gestures with which we begged them not to be uncomfortable.
'We'll be right back.' I had said, feeling a little guilty.