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With The Swinger Neighbors, Emily White paints a world of rain-washed windows, trembling silhouettes, and the quiet magnetism of forbidden proximity. Her stories unfold like animated tableaux—golden interiors glowing against nocturnal skies, bodies moving together in choreographed intimacy, and the voyeur’s heartbeat echoing like a drum beneath the skin. The title story opens on a solitary evening, where a man with a glass of wine lifts his gaze and, through half-drawn curtains, glimpses an unexpected gathering across the street. What begins as simple curiosity soon becomes a slow, irresistible pull: “Warm light spilled over their table,” the excerpt murmurs, “and every gesture—every laugh, every unbuttoned breath—seemed to ripple through the room like a secret invitation.” While couples intertwine in daring harmony, he remains frozen in his dimly lit home, unable to look away, discovering in himself desires he never dared name. At the heart of this collection lies one question whispered between shadow and flame: What happens when the view from your window becomes the doorway to your own awakening?

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

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The Swinger Neighbors

Sexy Stories for Adults with Erotic Manga Images

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Emily White

Imprint

© 2025 Emily White

Printing and distribution on behalf of the author:

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.

Contact address according to the European Product Safety Regulation: [email protected]

Table of Contents

Imprint

Table of Contents

Introduction

The Swinger Neighbors

1

2

3

Textbook Move

Two rooms, one breath

When she organizes your birthday

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 Swinger Neighbors

1

It was one of those evenings when time seems to stand still. Outside, it was raining lightly, a fine drizzle that wet my windowpanes, while I, with a glass of red wine in my hand and my slightly tight pajama pants, stared unintentionally at the house across the street.

Katia and Franco. My neighbors for almost three years. She was a literature teacher with a body to die for—full breasts, soft hips, long legs that seemed made to wrap around a man. He was an engineer, always impeccable, with a way of looking at women that wasn't vulgar, but... aware.

That evening, however, they were not alone.

The curtains in their living room were only half open, and the warm light from inside illuminated a scene I could never have imagined. There were two other people: a woman with long black hair, dressed in a tight burgundy dress, and a tall, muscular man with a well-groomed beard and an unbuttoned shirt.

Dinner was over. The plates had been moved to the edge of the solid wood table, and hands had taken the place of cutlery.

I saw Katia laugh, then slowly get up. With a fluid gesture, she slipped off her silk blouse, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her breasts. Franco didn't bat an eyelid. On the contrary, he smiled at her with an expression I knew well: it was pure excitement.

The black-haired woman got up too, and without hesitation, approached her from behind. Her hands slid down her hips, then under her skirt, lifting it gently. Katia did not resist. She let herself be caressed, in fact, she arched her back, offering herself.

Meanwhile, Franco had stood up and taken the man by the arm, guiding him towards the sofa. They kissed. Not a quick, polite kiss. No. Tongues intertwined, hands grabbed at belts, buttons flew off.

The black woman—I'll call her Selene, because that's what I heard her called—slid Katia's panties down her thighs, then knelt down. Her tongue first brushed the inside of her knees, then slowly moved up to her clitoris. Katia moaned, leaning on the table, her fingers clenched on the wooden edge.

Meanwhile, I couldn't move. My cock was harder than ever, pressed against the fabric of my pants. I touched myself, almost without realizing it, my eyes glued to the scene that seemed to come out of a forbidden dream.

Franco had already taken off his pants. He had a big, erect cock, which the man—Marco, perhaps—took into his mouth with disconcerting naturalness. He sucked greedily, his cheeks hollowed, his hands clenched around Franco's buttocks, who grabbed his hair with a mixture of pleasure and possession.