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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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Wanting a Threesome
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
Copyright © 2024 by Emily White
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.
Printing and distribution: Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany
Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Introduction
1. The Unknown?
2. Bukkake at Work
3. Mask Party
4. Orgy in a Bar for Swingers
5. Open Report
6. My First Impromptu Orgy
7. From Simple Girl to Little Whore
8. The Party Ends with My First Orgy
9. The End-Of-Year Orgy
10. Wanting a Threesome, I Had an Orgy
11. Surprise at Work
12. My Neighbor and His Friends
Wanting a Threesome
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Title Page
Copyright
Introduction
12. My Neighbor and His Friends
Wanting a Threesome
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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.
1. THE UNKNOWN?
He became alarmed at the sight of it and his senses were alerted. Fortunately, he was far from the entrance to the main hall and a giant pillar gave him enough privacy to observe her without being seen. However, not wanting to risk his trademark professionalism, he donned the dark mask that rested on his head and watched as she mingled with the crowd.
She wasn't wearing a mask or anything that would prevent others from knowing who she was. I knew Ms. Arias well enough to know that her image and reputation in the music business mattered very little to her, but I didn't think she was brazen enough to walk into a private party of that caliber without bothering to hide. Efforts were made to maximize the privacy of those in attendance: no unknown or uninvited guests, no cell phones, cameras, or even journalists, but that couldn't always be controlled.
He watched her with pleasure, as he had done many times from his desk without her noticing - at least he thought he did - or in his imagination as she listened to him with feigned interest. He, too, feigned interest and concentration when he spoke to her, but there were times when his professionalism faltered in the face of this young, vital, beautiful girl. She also had a touch of sass that seemed to give you an extra chance, but when you moved on, or thought you were ready to move on, she pulled the brake and you couldn't blame her. She stopped something that had never really started, even though your imagination told you it had. She wondered if it was the warmth in those bright green eyes that they were used to staring firmly and unwaveringly.
The man took a sip from his glass of rum and kept the sweet taste on his palate as he thought of another liquid delicacy that wasn't quite the one between the oval glass walls. The image of the blonde on his table, her back arched and spilling into his mouth made him take another sip, though this time without pleasure; with haste and desperation. Suddenly, the encounter he had just had with two women seemed small compared to the image his mind was giving him. He felt himself ignite and his member harden.
Natalia Arias laughed with a cheekiness that could be heard above whispers, and Equis - as the man called himself when he crossed the threshold that separated his daily life from his nightlife - focused more on her. Although the party was more over than begun and everyone was well served and tired, the guests seemed to be enlivened by her arrival, infected by the freshness she conveyed. The women and men spoke to her eyes and mouth more than to her. He didn't blame them. He too, from his vantage point, desired her. He watched the pink lips move and the glint in the clear eyes and the hardness roar in his pants, begging to be released again. Natalia crossed her legs and the shimmering black dress tightened more around her narrow waist. It went all the way around her, from the black heels laced at her ankles, up her bare legs, to her breasts, covered slightly by the fabric. He sighed at her long neck, surrounded by a collar the same color as the dress.
He was finishing his drink when someone came up behind him and placed warm hands on his bare chest. He hadn't buttoned his shirt yet. He looked up to find Marta's boobs, a friend of pleasures. She smiled at him, looking up to where his had been a second before, and with a nod of her head asked if they were in. She didn't have time to ask what the plan was, Arias had gotten up from her stool, followed by her interlocutors, and was walking toward the door to the master bedroom.
Equis' eyes sparkled and his breath quickened as he noticed the amused girl had disappeared to make way for a woman swaying in her gait and teasing him with her eyes. But what startled him the most was seeing her enter the group room. The dark, morbid room of the host who had thrown the party.
In a few minutes," she said to herself, "she will be the wonderful plaything of all who accompany her."
His pulse quickened as Marta squeezed his hand and encouraged him to stand up. There were no words, but a clear invitation to join in, if those who had entered allowed it.
Silently, he accepted the hand, stood up and walked slowly, giving the group time to prepare the image he wanted to see when he walked through the door. She ran her tongue over her lips in an attempt to moisten what had dried up with a single thought and, without thinking further, climbed the step that separated the main room from the pleasure room.
And to think he almost turned down the invitation to the party that Saturday night….
He pushed open the door and stepped into the darkness. Only a dull blue light illuminated the room - thankfully - so that the silhouettes were visible. Natalia's was a sight for his senses, more than his lit mind could imagine. The dress was gone. She was lying on the huge round bed of red silk sheets, wearing a set of black panties and bra, tight, suggestive, like a second skin. On her neck, still the necklace. On her feet, still the heels. Her legs, smooth and tight, closed and folded to the right side, and her hands relaxed on the mattress, above her head. She wiggled on the delicate fabric as if she were dancing. With her eyes closed and her tongue wetting her lips, she made slow, gentle movements with her waist. Like a serpent rapturing. Like that female dancing, waiting for mating. Like that woman who knows, despite her age, well below that of those present, that she has the only and absolute power in the room. She wasn't the rock singer he knew. She wasn't the beast she turned into when she stepped on stage and grabbed a microphone. No, she was all that and so much more. Sensual, compelling, engaging.
On either side, naked men and women, all, absolutely all, covered by masks. She, master of herself, master of the morbidity and the situation, uncovered herself, making it clear that she didn't mind being recognized.
Neither Equis nor Marta were ejected from the scene. Some of those present noticed their presence, but after a quick glance they returned to the center of their interest. The spotlight was too tempting a morsel.
Marta approached when the real party began. When curious hands began to glide over silken skin. When the first little moans of pleasure escaped Natalia's throat. When Equis, in her absolute hardness, felt the need to drink what was left of her drink and to strip off the shirt she had not yet buttoned after the previous encounter.
She leaned against the wall and waited. She waited for the others to savor her breasts as they caressed her hips, to touch her feet through her shoes and leave kisses along her legs, to savor her as the delicacy she was, squeezing everything out of her, and for the music in the room to be the whispers, moans, and snorts of those who, forgetting the woman who presided over the bed, mingled with each other.
Equis held back the horrible need to relieve himself. He had imagined so many times what the woman's body would look like, that now he wouldn't leave without checking it out and touching himself in the corner like a little boy.
