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In Three Men, desire is drawn in shadows and light — where emotions unfold with the quiet intensity of a secret gaze. This collection of sensual short stories blends contemporary passion with the elegance of manga-inspired illustration, turning every scene into a visual poem of touch, tension, and temptation. Emily White captures intimacy not as an act, but as an atmosphere — one that lingers long after the page is turned. In the title story, a man of stature and restraint, Andrea, meets Giada — a young woman whose presence unsettles his certainty and ignites something he thought he had tamed. Their meeting is elegant, charged, and fated, yet what begins as a gesture of mentorship soon becomes a web of emotions neither can control. Between ambition and attraction, between father and son, between love and the ache of desire, three men will see themselves reflected in her eyes — and undone by what they find there. In the soft glow of a half-empty lounge, Giada’s perfume lingered in the air. Andrea hesitated before her, the city lights catching the curve of her lips. For a moment, time faltered — and every rule he had ever followed began to dissolve. A collection for those who believe that eroticism is an art form — drawn with emotion, told with light, and remembered through skin. Open the book. Step inside the picture. Nothing will ever look the same again.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Three Men
Sexy Stories for Adults with Erotic Manga Images
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Emily White
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Introduction
Alesia
1
2
3
Three men
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.
Alesia
1
It was July 7th, a Saturday morning. At 7:00, I got up with the usual energy for my morning workout. Before I left, I went to the bed where Alesia was still sleeping, wrapped in the sheets. "Honey, I'm going downstairs for my workout. When you wake up, you'll find everything ready on the table in the kitchen," I whispered, brushing a light kiss on her forehead. Alesia nodded, still half-asleep. The night before, we had stayed up late, working on the new project, and I could understand that she had no desire to get up.
At 8:30, Alesia finally woke up. She stretched lazily, her slightly tousled hair falling over her face, and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. On the table, next to the steaming cup, she found a note. She opened it curiously and inside she discovered two tickets for the evening: La Traviata at the Baths of Caracalla. Her eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and joy crossed her face. She had never been to an opera before, and the thought of attending such an important event in a magical place like the Baths of Caracalla sent a shiver down her spine.
Alesia stared at the tickets, feeling a surge of excitement mixed with anxiety. "What should I wear?" was the first thought that crossed her mind, almost overwhelming her initial enthusiasm. She wasn't a fashion expert, and the prospect of such an elegant event made her nervous. "I can't look out of place... but I can't overdo it either," she thought, already imagining the looks of the other guests, all impeccable in their fancy outfits.
She approached the wardrobe and began to flip through the hangers with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
Each dress was examined with a critical eye: "This is too simple... This one too flashy... And this one? No, too short." She couldn't decide. No dress seemed worthy of such a special occasion. Then she paused, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Wait," she said to herself, "it's not the dress that matters. It's the moment, the experience. And him…" She thought of me, the loving gesture behind those tickets, and a smile lit up her face.
Just then, her phone rang. "Good morning, my love," I said in a sweet tone with a hint of mystery. "I was thinking… have you looked at the back of the closet, on the right?" Alesia froze, confused. “At the back of the closet? On the right?” she repeated. “Yes,” I replied, laughing softly. “There's a surprise for you.”
Curious, Alesia went back to the closet and crouched down to get a better look. And there it was: a bright red box with the words “Valentino” written in gold letters. For a moment, she held her breath. Valentino. She opened the box gently, as if she were handling a treasure, and what she saw left her speechless. It was a black dress, a masterpiece of elegance and sensuality. The front was simple yet elegant, with two silk strips meeting at the neck, joined by a delicate pearl clasp that served as a bra. The back, however, was breathtaking: it left the back completely bare, with the pearl thread running down the skin, reconnecting at the bottom in a sparkling gem. A sensual slit on the left side, going down to mid-thigh, completed the design.
Alesia caressed the fabric, soft as a cloud, with her heart pounding. She had never worn anything so beautiful. A look of disbelief painted itself on her face, followed by a wave of emotion. It wasn't just the dress that moved her, but the thought behind the gesture. I had chosen it to make her feel special, to give her a dream.
