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The Shared Orgasm reveals Emily White’s talent for transforming trust and play into sensual art, where maturity and freedom coexist in warm, seaside hues. Her illustrated stories celebrate bodies shaped by life and desire shaped by experience, captured with tenderness and daring alike. The title story unfolds during a languid summer night by the sea, where laughter, wine, and the sound of waves dissolve old boundaries. A playful role-play becomes the spark, drawn with mischievous smiles, careful hands, and glances that invite without demanding. One memorable image lingers on cool metal against warm skin, a breath held as a touch becomes something more, while a third gaze watches with curiosity rather than jealousy. The manga panels slow time, allowing sensation to ripple outward, shared and multiplied. This collection speaks of intimacy as a circle rather than a line, where pleasure is not taken but offered, and where letting go together becomes the most intimate act of all.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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The Shared Orgasm
Sexy Stories for Adults with Erotic Manga 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 Cliff
The Shared Orgasm
Shadows of Jealousy and Desire
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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 Cliff
It was our last evening on the island.
The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains of that small, lonely Greek island, drawing golden tongues on the water that gently crashed against the rocks. They had climbed silently to the highest point of the cliff, where the world seemed suspended and their skin vibrated with every breath of wind.
He held them both close, one arm around each, but it was not a friendly embrace.
That evening there was something different, something deeper, more intense.
Francesca's body, her fair skin, her thin dress, pressed against his side.
Valentina, with her dark hair and bare shoulders, turned for a moment and looked at him with that smile that asked for no permission.
When the light turned copper, it was their eyes that spoke.
Valentina took his hand and slowly guided it under the fabric of her top.
Her bare breasts, warm and full.
His fingers trembled, then became confident. Francesca said nothing, resting her head on his shoulder, her lips close to his ear.
"No one can see us here."
He didn't answer. He turned, grabbed Francesca's neck and kissed her. A strong, wet, long kiss.
Valentina slipped off her top, looking at his bare, powerful shoulders as he kissed her friend. She lay down on her side, pressing her chest against his back, which still smelled of the sea. One hand slid down into the wide cotton pants he always wore in the summer. She caressed that sculpted buttocks she had often looked at greedily. There was something intoxicating about feeling that muscular body dominate her.
Francesca beneath him smiled at her with desire, Valentina leaning against his back looked at her and nodded.
Marco was between them, and they would do whatever they wanted with him.
Valentina's hand moved between her legs and met her friend's hand, who had not missed the opportunity to verify what they had always imagined.
Now Marco's cock was in their hands.
She was on top, the other below. Heat, tongue, fingers. Low, restrained moans.
The two women sought each other out with the same hunger. They undressed each other, caressing each other's breasts, gently biting each other's thighs, getting wet under their fingers and under the sky that was turning purple.
When Marco penetrated Valentina, kneeling against the warm rock, Francesca stood in front of her, offering herself to her.
Lips on lips. Two intertwined moans. Hands clasped, hips thrusting. Pleasure rising like a wave.
And when they came together, one after the other, it was as if the sunset had stopped to watch.
A single breath. Three bodies entwined. And the island around them, a silent accomplice.
They walked down the path barefoot, their legs still trembling, their lips salty from kisses and wind. No one spoke: there was no need. They understood each other with their skin.
The house was down there, white against the darkness, nestled among rosemary and broom. A terrace overlooking the sea and a bed covered only by light sheets and a mosquito net inflated by the breeze.
They went inside without turning on the lights.
