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Emily White invites readers into a secret world of passion and temptation, where every page blends original storytelling with evocative, manga-style illustrations. These contemporary erotic tales explore the edge between innocence and awakening, intimacy and daring, desire and discovery — always sensual, always suggestive, never vulgar. The title story, The Midwife, takes us back to a provincial town in the late 1970s, where first love burns beneath the weight of watchful eyes. Anna, young, mischievous, and blooming into womanhood, hides her growing passion from her strict mother, while her secret encounters with the narrator unfold in stolen afternoons filled with risk and intensity. What begins as curiosity becomes a consuming fire — one that no storm, no prohibition, can extinguish. “She entered the room with hesitation in her eyes, yet her hand reached for me with bold certainty. Outside, thunder cracked. Inside, the air was charged with a storm of our own making.” Charged with emotion and heightened by art, The Midwife is more than a story — it’s an invitation to step into illustrated intimacy. Open the book, and let yourself be carried where memory and desire entwine.
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The Midwife
Collection of Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Nude Manga and Hentai Images
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Emily White
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Table of Contents
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Introduction
The Midwife
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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 Midwife
1
When the mother of my now wife realized that her daughter had started seeing me regularly, she began to keep a close eye on her.
It was the late 1970s, I was twenty and my girlfriend was sixteen, and we lived in a small provincial town where rumors spread quickly.
Her mother Maria, a woman more old-fashioned than her age, was terrified that her daughter would lose her virginity by seeing me!
I won't go into all the details, but I must point out that Anna, my girlfriend, at the beginning of our relationship, although very slight in build, so much so that my friends teased me, saying I was dating a toothpick, was already a woman of a certain passion, which, I thought at the time, her mother had certainly sensed.
At first, Anna was just one of the four nuns, as I had nicknamed the group made up of my sister, Anna, the daughter of the village pharmacist, and the daughter of one of the Carabinieri from the local barracks: all young girls, on paper, devoted to their studies, home, and church. Of the four, she was the thinnest and most immature. For this reason, even in the eyes of my friends, among whom I was certainly the most shy and awkward, at least outwardly, my friendship with her seemed like a fallback for me, to make me at least partially adequate to their status, as almost all of them were already involved with a girl.
The spark that ignited Anna was when, in late June, she was at our house with my sister and saw me coming out of the bathroom where I had just finished showering, completely naked and, as almost always happened at the end of a shower, aroused by the warm massage of the water, so that my cock was hard and straight, almost touching my belly button. I was walking down the hallway toward my room with a towel on my head, unaware of her presence or that of my sister, who found the scene comical. She told me about it that evening.
From that Saturday afternoon onwards, Anna used every excuse to get close to me. While I, in the throes of hormonal turmoil, told myself that every opportunity was a chance and that I would enjoy myself anyway, as the days and weeks went by, I accepted her increasingly mischievous presence. In fact, two weeks later, I was lying peacefully on my bed leafing through a comic book when I saw her come in. She greeted me and, without even closing the door behind her, jumped on top of me, straddling me. My reaction was immediate, and my cock, immediately swollen, made its presence felt between her slender open legs. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, and only the sound of my sister's voice made her stop, causing her to flee and leaving me painfully aroused.
I repeat, at first it was just physical attraction, at least on her part, because I enjoyed her mischievous attentions but I didn't even think about her, since my type of woman was completely different. She had a pretty face with a full mouth, perhaps a little too pronounced for her face, but from the neck down she was like an ephebe: no signs of femininity, just a butt slightly more prominent than a boy's.
