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In The Man of My Erotic Dreams, Emily White blurs the line between imagination and desire, creating a world where illustrated fantasies feel startlingly real. Her stories drift between dreamscapes and waking life, capturing the sensual pulse of longing and the mysterious paths of the subconscious. The title story follows a young woman haunted by recurring dreams of a man she has never met—tall, dark-eyed, impossibly magnetic, a figure carved from shadows and heat. In a luminous visual moment, she wakes breathless, sheets tangled around her legs, the trace of his phantom touch still warming her skin. Her days become a search for meaning, her nights a return to a world where pleasure feels boundless and intimate. As fantasy and reality begin to overlap, every stranger’s silhouette becomes a possibility, every glance a spark of recognition. What if the man of your dreams is not a dream at all… but a premonition?
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The Man of My Erotic Dreams
Sexy Stories for Adults with Erotic Manga Images
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Emily White
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© 2025 Emily White
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Table of Contents
Imprint
Table of Contents
Introduction
The Man of My Erotic Dreams
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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.
The Man of My Erotic Dreams
Chapter 1
They say that when we dream about someone,
even if we think we've never met that person in our lives, it's someone we've met before, years or days ago, by chance on the street or in a bakery. Maybe we've only seen them in a photograph and the image of that person has been engraved in our subconscious.
I've been reading a lot about dreams because I've been having a recurring dream about a man. And in my dreams, we become romantically and sexually involved. And it's so good that I wake up wet, sweaty, sometimes even cumming. I've googled how to make erotic dreams come true with the hot guy you know nothing about, but desperately want to give yourself to? Yes, I was redundant on purpose, because it all seems so insane.
Well, obviously, I didn't get an answer, and I was sad to learn that Google doesn't know everything.
Damn! I see beautiful men every day, most of them on TV, yet I don't know why my subconscious decided to have sex with him. And worse, to think that the guy is the Eric Zimmerman of sex. Because I've even had squirting orgasms in my dreams. Where did all this fantasy come from if I never believed in fairy tales? Especially erotic fairy tales.
However, what I can't stop thinking about is: where did I get this man from? He's a tall black guy, his eyes are dark brown, he's hairless and has a shaved head. Handsome, hot, muscular, fun, smells good, very well-endowed, good in bed and with a touch that would make any panties melt. He must be some famous guy I saw in a photo somewhere on . I would remember if I had crossed paths with this ebony man.
And the dream is so good that I can't even remember the flaws. There must be some flaws, but since it's a dream, I only saw the good qualities. Poor people also have the right to dream big... Wow! It's a good thing that dreaming is free, otherwise my dream self would be satisfied, but my real self would be broke.
Speaking of my naughty dream self,
the wretch knows how to do things that my real self doesn't have the backbone for. Much less the flexibility. I hope he's not having the same dreams as me, or he'll be disappointed. In my dreams, I'm very good at it, I could write a porn movie script starring myself, but reality isn't quite like that, although no one has complained so far.
I get out of bed stretching. Last night's dream was just the way I like it. I know because I can feel my panties are wet. I need sex. Lots of good sex. I'm missing that. I haven't had sex in six months and haven't been in a serious relationship for six years. Not that I want a man nagging me or the drama of dating, but it's nice to do it once in a while.
I'm a 25-year-old woman. Single by choice, after all, I'm what people consider hot. Tall and brunette, with exuberant curves. There's no shortage of proposals for dating and even marriage, but I turn them all down. I may sound egocentric, but I'm not, it's just an excess of self-love. In my last relationship, the guy was very possessive, and I accepted it until I found out he was cheating on me. Then I threw everything up in the air, got drunk, and slept with someone else... Two, actually.
