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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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Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
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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.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
1.After the exhibition
2.History of Monica and Laura
3.Bakery job test
4.Psychologist
5.The exhibitionist
6.Lesbian story
7.The gift
8.A day like any other
9.Erika and Asia's first time
10.Swear you won't deny me anything
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.
After the exhibition
That night Anna couldn't get to sleep. What had happened was not at all in her predictions.... After they had made love they had stayed in their room to cuddle. Then when it was time to leave, Ana invited her to stay for dinner. It was not a problem since her parents had gone to the theater and she would have to dine alone. So she accepted with pleasure, but the surprises of the day were not over.
Maybe it was the wine, the hot pepper put in the empanadas, the warm atmosphere of the South American music, the fact is that just like in the movie "The Postman Always Knocks Twice", the kitchen table, half cleared from the leftovers of the dinner, was witness and spectator of a further amorous performance between the two friends.
Now it had already been over an hour since she got into bed and she wasn't getting any sleep. She tossed and turned. She would touch the pillow and after 5 minutes she would be asleep.
"What is happening to me?" she wondered. She who had never thought it possible to make love to another woman. And she thought back to all the times she had masturbated thinking about her brother's brother-in-law, or her favorite actor.
And inevitably, thoughts went to her relationships with men.
Sandro her first boyfriend was passionate, but too, too possessive and jealous. Bruno was the exact opposite. Not very passionate, and also very uncaring.
Now Ana appeared. He thought about the intensity of her kisses. To her attentions, to her dedication in giving pleasure, to her ability to look inside you.
She was confused. She looked at the clock: 2:40. She got up, went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water.
She went back to bed, but the thoughts returned. Finally, at about 3:50 a.m., the pitiful Morpheus took her in his arms.
"Good morning sleepyhead, it's 9:30. It's time for you to get up," said her mother opening the door to her room, "But mom today is Sunday," "So what? Isn't that enough for you? When we got home you were already in bed" "I just went to bed, but I overslept" "Breakfast is ready" "Ouch, I'm coming".
He put on his pajamas and went into the kitchen. He greeted his father.
"So how was the Theater?" "Fun fortunately, and how did it go for you?" "Good it was a very interesting visit" "But you didn't eat anything last night?" asked the mother. "No, I ate at her place."
Father and mother began a little interrogation from which she disengaged with the excuse of going to the bathroom.
That Sunday he should have studied, but concluded very little. In the early afternoon she caught up on some sleep, then tried to study, but as in the night just past her mind wandered, she was unable to concentrate. She was alone in the house.
All of a sudden she got up from her desk, took off her pajama shorts and lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes, brought one hand to her vagina and began to caress herself while with the other hand she caressed her breasts. With her eyes closed she could see Ana's face and lips. A few massages of her clitoris were enough for her to explode in an orgasm.
He felt relatively paid and returned to his study. But what he thought was an interlude soon turned out to be an illness. He often found himself thinking about Ana. While studying or doing housework, even
While watching TV, he would become estranged in his thoughts.
Until the following Wednesday while at the academy he received a phone call from Ana. "Hi, how are you?" "Very well, you?" he answered, "Me too, thanks. You know, I've been thinking about you" "Me too" Anna answered bewitched by Ana's voice, by that Italian of hers with a strong Spanish influence. "Telepathy?" said Ana. They both replied, then again Ana "I would love to see you again" "Me too, shall we do this evening?" "Muy bien, shall we have dinner together?" "Si".
Around mid-afternoon, when her mother returned from work, she got ready and told her that she was going to Ana's house for dinner. "How come?" her mother asked her, "She is very well prepared in art history and can give me a hand for the study" the daughter cut it short.
From the moment she got off the bus and walked towards the gate, her heart began to beat faster. She arrived upstairs, rang the bell, the door opened. "Hi Anna" "Hi" "Why don't you come in?". The time to close the door behind them and they found themselves glued to each other's lips. Then caresses and hugs. Slowly, almost as if they were joined at the lips, they moved into the bedroom. And here it was a battle of the senses.
Then came the calm after the storm that found them lying on top of each other. Ana gently caressing the face, the eyebrows, the mouth of her Italian friend.
"I feel very good when I'm with you. You give meaning to the flow of the days, to my life." He expected Anna to say something too, but she didn't open her mouth. "And you?" pressed Ana. "Yes...I'm fine too" "But?" asked Ana not hearing her convinced. "I'm not sure. I don't know what I feel, what's happening to me" "Hey? Look I just asked if you're okay. Which is what matters most when we're together. For the rest leave it to time. As you say in Italy 'if they are roses they will bloom'. The important thing is that you live your life, be who you feel you are and don't give up on your dreams".
They got up and went to the kitchen to prepare a frugal dinner of cheese and salads, accompanied by a Barbera.
After dinner they went to have coffee sitting on the couch in the living room, and flipping through the album of erotic photos a certain heat began to creep inside Anna. Ana's slightly raspy and masculine voice, commenting on the photos with that Spanish cadence only increased the excitement and erotic tension. At a certain point Anna blocked Ana's hand, removed the album with firm determination and placed it on the coffee table. Then she looked into her eyes for a moment, then threw herself on her, their mouths sought each other and their tongues fought.
Then, taken by an unusual fury, she pulled up her dress, got on her knees and sank her face between Ana's thighs. "My little one you drive me crazy" were the words that Ana after a while managed to say between the forest of spasms and moans.
She returned around midnight. "How come at this hour?" her mother told her as she came in.
"This hour? But it's not even midnight! We stayed and chatted," replied the annoyed daughter.
She went to bed, and this time unlike the other nights, she fell asleep earlier. Not immediately, because the comparisons between Ana and the men started again, but that day she had paid abundantly for her senses. So in about an hour he fell asleep.
On Tuesday afternoon she had been invited by Antonio, a fellow student who was courting her and who didn't mind, to his house.
Usual ritual: shower, light makeup, dressing and perfume. This time she wore a denim miniskirt and a simple T-shirt. Medium heeled shoes.
She took the subway and at the exit found Antonio waiting for her as his home was poorly served by buses. They arrived home and sat in the living room.
"What can I get you? Iced tea, beer, a Tropical, juice?" "Do you make the Tropical?" "Of course" "Then go x the Tropical."
Antonio went to the kitchen and after a while came back with two glasses containing the same drink. He put the glasses on the table, went to the Hi-Fi system and played some music. Then he sat down on the couch next to Anna and took her glass and touching her friend's glass they toasted to their health. Without speaking he began to caress her hair, finally he put the glass down, brought her close and began to kiss her passionately.
Anna didn't let herself be begged and responded with desire to the advances of the boy whose hands were taking care of her body. One passed from her face to her breasts, the other insisted on intruding into her vagina.
Then, taken by passion, they began to undress each other and when Anna began to pull off his pants, she noticed the bulge under Antonio's boxers. The friend, already in full excitement, lowered his underwear with his thumb showing his penis in total erection. He took Anna's head in his hands and brought it close to his center of gravity. After a little fellatio, he moved her down, made her lie down on the couch and reciprocated diving his head between Anna's thighs.
She closed her eyes and strangely, her thoughts went to Ana. Her mind was not there. She was present only with her body. She tried not to think about it and concentrate on Antonio. But her nipples and clitoris didn't get as hard as when she was copulating with Ana.
Evidently there was something wrong. Evidently the boy was not fully satisfying her, because the image of Ana, her mouth, her voice, her tongue, came back to Anna's mind.
Although they changed positions several times the coitus did not last long. Anna reached an orgasm, but it was not as good, intense, strong as the ones she had experienced with Ana. She didn't wet herself copiously like she did with Ana.
She returned home, but both on the way home, the rest of the evening, and when she went to bed, her head was in the clouds. She was dissatisfied, bitter, confused.
'Vruum, vruum, vruum'. Anna looked at the cell phone to which she had left the vibrate function. It was Ana, but she couldn't answer it at that moment as she was busy in the classroom at the Academy.
As soon as he could he walked out of the classroom and called her back.
