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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
The first Time of Ornella
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
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.
Printing and distribution: Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany
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Table of Contents
Introduction
1.I had never been to a club prive
2.Marco and Mariateresa and the neighbors at the beach house
3.In two? No, in three
4.Orgy in the pool
5.Bar performance
6.The first time of Ornella
Thank You!
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.
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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 never been to a club prive
Giovanni wanted at all costs to take me to a private club.
I was torn between curiosity and the fears of the first time. Besides, the asshole had turned a deaf ear when I had insistently asked him to tell me about his previous experiences to get an idea of what might have happened.
Mind you, I'm not so clueless that I didn't have a clue but as it happened to me every time I was faced with an experience I had never had before I found myself experiencing inner conflict.
It happened to me and it still happens to me to gnaw inside for days and then finally arrive at the same result, as always curiosity prevails and this time it could not be otherwise.
The appointed evening arrives and Giovanni comes to pick me up at my house.
We agreed that I would bring him up because he wanted to be the one to pick out the dress he thought would be best for the occasion.
He comes in, we kiss, he sees me nervous "Come on Susi a free and uninhibited woman like you has no reason to be nervous, you know your stuff, prove it"
He wasn't wrong, but since I had taken up with Giovanni I had become more emotional and less casual, I needed some time to regain awareness of my means.
Without waiting for a reaction from me, she goes into the bedroom and opens the closet, rummaging through the clothes hanging there and "this is it, this is perfect" and pulls out a red dress, strapless and with a zipper that goes down in the middle to about six inches below the breast.
"Wear it like this with nothing underneath."
"no underwear?"
"Just that red dress and nothing else. Do you have stiletto shoes in the same color ?"
I said yes, I undressed and in front of his attentive observation I began to put on the dress. As I had anticipated, it was a slinky dress.
I had to slip it in from the bottom and even though I had lowered the zipper I had to sway my body to pull it up.
At the end, not without difficulty I managed to put it on, I adjusted my breasts, closed the zipper and pulled down a bit 'down the bottom so that it did not fail to follow and contain my generous forms enhancing the curves. As I said, it had no straps and the top was straight with the breasts covered for three quarters. The lower part did not reach mid-thigh. I had previously made up just to bring out the lips and eyes, the hair gathered at the nape of the neck and held together by a comb clip.
I put on the red shoes. Every time I bent over the dress would lift up and I was forced to pull it down.
He watched me smugly, I'm sure that's what he wanted.
"you are an enchantment"
I grabbed a gold clutch bag and we headed out.
The venue was about twenty miles out of town located in a discreet location. A driveway led to the parking lot located in front of the facade.
The side entrance led to a small room where the reception was.
Giovanni approached the man at the counter, showed him a card, paid a sum of money that I could not quantify and after saying that I was with him we were accompanied to the actual entrance of the place.
As soon as I got inside I looked around and noticed that it was not very different from what I had imagined, lights and soft music, an elegant bar counter with stools for those who wanted to consume their drinks there. At the center of the room a dance floor where some couples followed a slow dance. A few tables in the bar area and along the walls surrounding the dance floor a series of partitions consisting of a sofa in the shape of a u with a central table and a panel on the sides that guaranteed discretion. The front part was open. Behind the dance floor a flight of stairs led to the upper floor.
We chose to sit at one of the booths. The sofa could accommodate up to five people, one on each side and three along the wall.
Passed a few minutes that a waiter came to take the order, we chose two cocktails little demanding and we started to observe the environment, mostly couples alone as us, others in the company of another couple while others still with next to one or two men, I assume singles who had proposed or had been invited. The singles who had not found company or were sitting on stools at the bar counter or at the tables in sparse groups. From the number of couples and singles I deduced that several of the latter would have remained dry-mouthed.
As we sipped our cocktails we struck up a conversation and John asked me if I was still nervous. I replied that the place was elegant and the atmosphere pleasant.
After half an hour we were there and the waiter came back with a tray on which was a bucket with a bottle of champagne or sparkling wine and two glasses. Before we had the time to say a word, he told us that a gentleman at the counter wanted to offer us the champagne and he pointed at us and made a discreet nod of greeting with his hand in order to be recognized.
"The gentleman would like you to accept this gift and asks you the honor of sitting at your table. Gio and I looked at each other and then turned our attention towards the man in question, I guessed he could have been his age, very elegant in his dress and from his aspect he gave the idea of being self-confident but not showing it off. We looked at each other again and after a brief consultation we decided to accept both the gift and his company. After having put down the bucket with the bottle dipped in ice and the two glasses, the messenger went to tell the man about our willingness to welcome him at our table.
He joined us immediately. He introduced himself as Enrico and he didn't waste time telling Giovanni how much he had been charmed by me, how lucky he was to have such a charming companion and the usual gallantry to chat with the purpose of testing the ground to see if the compliments were appreciated by the man that could be interpreted as a tacit consent to dare with me. We invited him to sit down and he seated himself next to me so that we were on the same line, me in the middle, gio on my right and the newcomer on my left. In the meantime, the waiter had reached us again with a third glass and after having taken the bottle and uncorked it, he elegantly poured the champagne, therefore, he put the bottle back in the bucket and took his leave.
We toasted to the meeting and after the first sips and a brief presentation to get acquainted, (he said he was an entrepreneur owner of a small manufacturing company) he asked me if he could invite me to a dance of course if he also had the approval of my partner. He was beginning to bore me with all those ways so deliberately sought after that I wondered if he would ever get to the point.
The dance was a chance to figure out her intentions.