The First Time with a Black Guy E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Adult Erotica Love Stories of Hentai Desires: Seductive Curves, Filthy Dreams, Naked Illustrations, Sex Games, Uncensored Hardcover Tales
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 94

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

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?

Leseprobe

The First Time with a Black Guy

Collection of Adult and Erotic Manga Stories with Nude Pictures

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Emily White

Copyright

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

Table of Contents

Copyright

Table of Contents

Introduction

Follow-me!

The first transgression is never forgotten

The first time with a Black

End of Session

A new experience

She was beautiful

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.

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The first transgression is never forgotten

My name is Carla, I have been married to Luca for over twenty-five years. Luca is a special man, loving husband, sweet and caring, in bed he is an unrivaled pig. He is six feet tall, physically a bit overweight, because he loves to linger at the table, as he does in bed. Intimately shaved, he has a normal endowment, which he knows how to use very well. I, on the other hand, am five feet seven inches tall, bob blond hair, blue eyes, fourth breast. My husband has been able, with time, to overcome my shyness, and make me a good wife, a worthy companion of a male like Luca.

We have two grown children, who have taken their own path in life, so today, we have a lot of free time left, which we devote to the pleasures of life. Living together with Luca, taught me to have more confidence in myself. Slowly, I learned to indulge his desires, which then ultimately brought out the slut in me. A lover of long foreplay, Luca is an excellent linguist who knows how to bring me to the peak of pleasure. While he is not super-hung, when he possesses me, he is a virile, resilient male who gives me a lot of pleasure. In turn, he loves to be sucked for a long time, which is why, over time, I have refined my oral sex technique, so that when he calls me a “magnificent blowjob,” it makes me proud. I really enjoy being possessed by him, who can take me to the peak of pleasure several times.

With such a man, my B side has also received due attention. If at first it left me a little indifferent, with time, I learned to appreciate the pleasure of anal sex; to this day, after a long fuck, I love to feel his member flooding my little ass with warm cream. With time, his patience has also been able to bring out my exhibitionist streak. Today I love to dress sexy, provocative, with tight clothing, dizzying minis, prohibitively high-heeled shoes. I really like to move among people, to feel observed, desired, to observe the look of pleasure that all this causes in my husband. In the summer, at the beach, I even dared to show myself naked. He would have preferred that I had indulged in some rather racy play, but the presence of too many males, too many eyes, too many people all at once, caused a certain reluctance in me, which did not allow me to experience a new emotion and/or involve other people, even though he had made me understand that he would have liked it.

But, as is often the case, fate shuffles the cards and ends up dealing you a winning hand when you least expect it. For us it happened about three years ago. It was a rainy afternoon; it looked like the sky wanted to come down. As we were trying to get back to our home from a vacation, we got stuck in a kilometer-long line. Suddenly the car broke down. It began to lose power, the engine to hiccup. With a daring maneuver, with the engine off, we were just in time to get off the road and move to a gas station forecourt. Immediately we tried to find help, phoning, both our trusted mechanic and I don't know how many other people; unfortunately everything was being thwarted, as the phones were out of service due to bad weather. We were left with no alternative but to reach the bar, located in the immediate vicinity. Although we only walked a few steps, from the broken-down car to the bar, I was completely soaked with water. On the occasion, already being hot, I was wearing a light blue linen blouse, a black linen mini, twelve-heeled sandals, and no underwear of any kind.

I was completely soaked and had my clothes glued to me: it basically looked as if I were almost naked, and this was made even more evident by the stares of the people I passed. We went inside and sat down at a vacant table in the inner corner of the room, ordering hot tea to refresh us from the chill that our water-soaked clothes were giving us. Needless to describe the tension of that afternoon. As we were enjoying that cup of tea, I looked up and noticed that, right on the table in front of us, there sat a beautiful man, all muscle. A gymnastic guy, who could not go unnoticed by the attention of a woman like me. I felt I was the object of his hot, sensual, captivating, provocative stares. It was as if he wanted to dry the clothes I was wearing and, all this, with exaggerated discretion, so as not to be noticed by my husband who, tense from the mishap, seemed to ignore everything else. I began to provoke him by slowly crossing my legs, showing him, if he had not noticed, that I was not wearing anything underneath. It was then that taking advantage of Luca's absence, having wandered off to go to the bathroom, the young man got up and came to my table, while a loud thunderclap suddenly blew out the electricity supply, plunging the bar into complete darkness. As the proprietor went to the back, the young man introduced himself:

“My name is Marco and I can't help but compliment you on your beauty; how come you are so drenched?”

“Pleased to meet you I'm Carla, our car has broken down and we can't reach our mechanic.”

I told him my name in a feeble voice, while his piercing gaze lingered for a long time in the neckline of my blouse, from which a generous portion of my fourth breast could be seen. I shivered, perhaps more from emotion than from cold, as I shook his hand. My heart was in my throat: I could feel it beating wildly. I felt inside, that something strange was happening, a good feeling that I had not felt since my school days, since my first loves as a little girl. An intense, spicy, pleasant fragrance emanated from the man, irresistible, to say the least, for a provocative woman like me: the stuff of kisses, spicy bites, and he, with a nonchalant air, took a chair and sat down by my side, offering us his help. I felt like floating in a state of unconsciousness, almost in a trance; he was talking and I didn't understand what he was saying. I was completely absent, distracted by his bursting presence.

When Luca finally arrived and that one introduced himself, he thought he was someone I knew, rushing to help us. Marco sensed the misunderstanding into which my husband had fallen and took the ball and confirmed that he wanted to help us solve the problem, inviting us, for a first moment to his house, to refresh ourselves, dry our clothes, and then to be able to call from a landline facility. We decided to accept, and all three of us walked out of the bar; with a single umbrella, we set out for Marco's car. I felt his arm tightly around my waist, and that contact was causing a kind of pleasure, a languor in my stomach, while between my thighs I felt the moistening of my sex. We found ourselves at his house, without even realizing it, accompanied by his car, having left ours in the yard of the bar. When we arrived at home, he immediately lit a very large and comfortable fireplace. It did not take long for us to accede to a further invitation: that of staying for dinner. In fact, no one was waiting for us at our house; then he went to the bathroom, prepared two bathrobes, and invited us to take a hot shower, to shake off the cold we had on us. Luca went in first, while I stayed with him, in front of the hearth to warm myself.