The Phone Number E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 45

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

In this captivating collection, Emily White blends sensual storytelling with the evocative artistry of manga-inspired illustration. Each tale explores the delicate tension between longing and fulfillment, desire and restraint—where contemporary settings become the stage for passion rendered with taste, intimacy, and a painter’s eye. Every page draws you deeper into a secret world of illustrated intimacy, where nothing is quite as ordinary as it first appears. The title story, The Phone Number, begins with a call from a mysterious palindrome number—a coincidence that seems harmless, yet leads to an encounter that will change everything. When a simple house visit turns into a moment of charged silence and unspoken invitation, boundaries between duty and desire blur. In the hush of a summer evening, with a husband far away and temptation impossibly near, a hidden current of passion pulls them together. Her hair still damp from the shower brushed my arm, carrying with it the sweetness of vanilla and warm skin. She leaned closer, smiling as though she knew my thoughts before I could speak. A loosened belt, a whispered admission… and suddenly, silence was louder than words. Enticing, artistic, and emotionally charged, this collection transforms fleeting encounters into unforgettable stories of desire. Every number hides a secret—what happens when you dare to answer?

Leseprobe

The Phone Number

Collection of Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Nude Manga and Hentai Images

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Emily White

Imprint

© 2025 Emily White

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tredition GmbH, Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5, 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany.

The work, including its parts, is protected by copyright. The author is responsible for its contents. Any use without the author's permission is prohibited. Publication and distribution are by order of the author, who can be contacted at the following address: Emily White, Schwedter Allee 23, 16303 Brandenburg, Germany.

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Table of Contents

Imprint

Table of Contents

Introduction

THE PHONE NUMBER

DENISE

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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 PHONE NUMBER

It's Monday morning, I receive a call from a cell phone number I don't recognize. I don't know why, but I immediately notice that it's a palindrome number, meaning it remains unchanged when read backward. How strange, I think, and I stare at him for a long time. Meanwhile, it's not ringing anymore.

I later read that, by its nature, a palindrome includes opposite poles within itself: masculine and feminine, light and darkness, white and black, right and left, etc.

But at that moment, I'm only thinking about a curious coincidence.

I'm about to call back, but it rings again: "Good morning, I'm Mrs. Chiara, do you remember me?" I would need you to come by one of these days, would you have time to stop by and check? My husband is away on business and I don't know where to turn.

I'm trying to remember who Mrs. Chiara is, but honestly, I don't recognize her. I tell her I could have gone the following week, I was already fully booked, but she kindly and almost pleadingly convinces me, and we set the appointment for a "quick intervention" the next day at 7 PM. I'll write down the address and we'll say goodbye.

I should preface this by saying that my job often takes me into customers' homes, but I'm being vague about my profession.

The next evening, I showed up with my heavy bag full of cables and tools, rang the doorbell, and a woman of about 45/50, who looked very well-preserved, answered. Finally, I recognize her. She had been in my shop with her husband a couple of times in the last few months, but I didn't remember her name.

Nice, unassuming but very pretty, about 1.65 meters tall. She's wearing a pair of light shorts and a long t-shirt, with no makeup on at all. She's a beautiful woman even like that, in fact, I prefer simplicity to overly elaborate clothing.

She repeats that her husband Mario is away on business and takes me into the living room to explain the problem to me. I'm reassured to see it's a simple job that will take about half an hour, and I politely decline a drink because I want to finish quickly and go home, I'm tired. I take out a couple of tools and he says to me, "If you don't need me, I'll take a shower in the meantime." "Certainly, madam, make yourself at home." She giggles and I feel like an idiot for the stupid joke...

I'm focusing on work, but after about 20 minutes, the bathroom door opens and the living room fills with a pleasant scent of vanilla shower gel.

At that moment, I'm on my knees, rummaging thru my incredibly messy bag looking for a cable, which I'll never find. "Are you okay?" I turn around and see her beside me, barefoot, in a short white bathrobe that reaches mid-thigh. Yes, thank you, I'm almost finished. I'm just missing..." She doesn't let me finish: "I envy you, knowing how to work on these machines... do you mind if I watch?" dropping the formalities and addressing me informally.