Tribal Dances. 11 E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Adult Erotica Love Stories of Hentai Desires: Seductive Curves, Filthy Dreams, Naked Illustrations, Sex Games, Uncensored Hardcover Tales
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 70

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Indulge in an Unforgettable Journey of Passion and Temptation with Emily White's Erotic Masterpiece! Step into a captivating world where seduction knows no bounds in Emily White's latest collection of scintillating erotic stories, enriched with enchanting hentai illustrations. Immerse yourself in a universe where each word is a whispered promise, and every brushstroke is a visual enchantment that brings fantasies to life in pure hentai style. This collection is a daring invitation to explore the uncharted depths of desire, where pleasure unfolds with audacious strokes and details that will quicken your heartbeat. The carefully crafted hentai illustrations serve as sensuous portals, transporting you into dimensions where every hidden fantasy finds unabashed expression. What to Expect: - A Fusion of Literary Mastery and Sensual Artistry - Explicit and Alluring Hentai Illustrations - Stories That Explore the Boundaries of Lust and Fantasy - A Whirlwind of Seduction and Temptation This isn't just a collection; it's your exclusive ticket to a dimension of hentai eros, meticulously narrated and ardently illustrated by Emily White. Lift the cover and prepare for an intense experience fueled by the flame of passion. Caution: This Collection is Not for the Faint of Heart. Are You Ready to Cross the Threshold?

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Tribal Dances. 11

Collection of Adult and Erotic Manga Stories with Nude Pictures

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Emily White

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Table of Contents

Copyright

Table of Contents

Introduction

Follow-me!

Chapter 11

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.

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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.

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Chapter 11

Let's play with the time frame a little bit, by the way, because I don't even remember in what order it happened, let's just say I didn't stop to look at the calendar.

Yes, with the students I was a ladies' man and had a lot of experience and fun, but it became too easy for me. ...... Easy? I was a predator who had meat cut and boned in my face and I wanted to hunt live game. Eli taught me how to do it, I lacked a little excitement as he trained me for bigger game. So at times I set bigger, more complex goals than those high school girls, which I managed at my whim.

Obviously it wasn't that easy, nor did I manage, by far, to come close to the number of students conquered, but those girls were industrial hamburgers, I wanted a 5 fork restaurant, and you only go there when the occasion deserves it. I can say that there were 4 adults I fucked before graduation, from whom I extracted the best stories, and 3 others with whom I had sex without penetration. For fear of reprisals, you won't find the story of my 62-year-old director, who blackmailed me near the end of the course, and in order not to tell my parents about my womanizing, forced me to let her give me a blowjob, taking off her dentures to do so. Disgusting, yes, but one of the most memorable. Or the story of the social studies teacher, a pro-feminist, with whom I argued for years about her intention to re-educate me about the superiority of women over men, and ended up giving her a blow job just to piss her off.

These are the stories of some of these ladies. In order not to make the stories so long, I will separate them into 3 acts.

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Marta - The Nun.

Fast forward a few months to the time when I began to tame my lioness and we continue to play with the calendar. At that time my fame was already known in high school, and the following happened in parallel with the days when I met Karin, the curvy Nordic girl, in the breaks. A few days before the Swedish girl hit on me, and 2 months before the end of the school year.

I was a little tired of simple relationships with young women, I wasn't tired of getting laid, but I was tired of how easy it was, because as soon as one of them went wrong, I would go to my Leona Mercedes' house, to continue with a crash course in animal sex. I needed a challenge, a difficult goal, something that in my mind was an achievement, and thanks to one of the older teachers, the opportunity presented itself to me.

She told us that in a few days a former student from the school, Marta, who was a missionary in Sierra Leone, would be visiting us. She had been there for 4 years, before that she had spent almost 5 years in the Congo, where she had gone at the age of 21, so that added up to give me her age of 30, and she had spent those 9 years helping or caring for the sick and children. She told us some pretty ugly and horrible stories of her experiences in Africa and that she was glad I had come to rest for a few months. Marta had been hired until the end of the course to explain theology and life in Africa. The surprise was the day she was introduced to us, it was obvious at first glance that she was not just a missionary.

Yes, that woman who had been in Africa for almost a decade, was a nun, in her habit and cassock, only her face and hands were visible, no hair, not a sad foot. I didn't notice her at first and we spent an hour listening to her, stories of overcoming and helping, of how the military and armed factions of the government violated human rights and oppressed the people, of her work and the people, all very commendable. After almost an hour, the nun was drenched in sweat, wearing all the clothes of a late May nun, it was already hot in Madrid and the air conditioning wasn't on.

MARTA: Guys, excuse me, but I have to take my hood off, or I'm going to die here hahahahaha.

As she did so, her hair fell in shock, it was blonde and long, it took her forever to undo the knot in her bun, and it fell below her waist in a ponytail. Already from her face and hair, I noticed that the sun and work of Africa had not affected her, she was really attractive, black eyed, pretty, with a small mouth and dimples on her cheeks. Her hair was pulled tightly back in a ponytail, which made her face look very slender. She continued to chat until the end of the hour, telling us a few more things about her work and that she was happy to give us a few lessons before the class ended. I wanted to guess the rest of the woman's body, but her clothes were too baggy and hid her figure, except for a small jacket, she wore a huge wool sweater, a white shirt or blouse underneath and a skirt with a ruffle from waist to ankles, all navy blue.

I wanted to know more about the woman and for some reason the image of her hair falling out ran through my head as one of the students sucked me off that afternoon. My mind raced as I tried to imagine her life, why at 21 she had decided to go to Africa, what had happened before and what would happen after? She was such a beautiful and delicate girl, she must have had a hard time in such a difficult area. The next day arrived and Marta went from class to class giving speeches, giving the same speech to all classes for a few days and then moving on to another one.