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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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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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What a Hot Dream
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
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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.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
WHAT A DREAM!
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.
WHAT A DREAM!
I had a dream.
Not an ordinary one. Not one you forget shortly after waking up. I was drenched in sweat. Confused. Irritated. My dream was more intense than the previous ones. Much more detailed, specific, and bizarre. I dreamed absolutely insane, unimaginable and unbelievable things. I didn't perceive it in a diffuse and confusing way, rather in a realistic and plausible way. As if it had actually happened. After waking up, I could remember the details down to the smallest detail. I had never experienced this phenomenon before. Often I only remembered fragments and could no longer understand the exact course of events in my dream world. Here it was like a movie playing in my mind that I could still remember later. Like someone had let a video camera run, recording every little detail and capturing it for eternity. If it wasn't for the incredibly abstruse things that were happening, one might have believed it was a real experience. Something that had actually happened and that I now remembered. I saw myself experiencing events that seemed real in my dream. I was the silent observer who had the scenario in view and followed the events like an omnipotent being, but could not intervene. I could not come to the aid of my ego, answer any questions, avoid or influence events. I could only watch and marvel.
My dream started one morning in my bedroom. I live with my girlfriend. We have known each other for four years. We live in an apartment shared by two people. Kati works as a dental assistant, I make my living as a draftsman in a medium-sized company. We wake up together every day. We wish each other a good morning, snuggle with each other, and if the clock isn't ticking, we treat ourselves to a nice morning quickie to wake us up.
That morning in my dream I woke up alone. The other side of the bed was untouched and I found it strange that in my dream I made no effort to wonder about this fact. Why did it not seem strange to me that my friend was not lying next to me? Why didn't I worry about where she had disappeared to?
The young twenty-something with the slender body, short dark hair and the beginnings of a muscular upper body got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. Here the next surprise awaited. The wet room in the dream was not the one I expected to see. I was unfamiliar with the bathroom. The tiles on the walls were different from the ones I had chosen with Kati. Suddenly we had a bathtub and a shower stall with Plexiglas glass, not just a colorful shower curtain. Before I knew it, my dreamy self had used the bathroom and was standing in the shower splashing. I looked down at myself diagonally and was amazed to realize that I had put my hand between my legs and started teasing my penis. I couldn't remember if and when I had last put my hand on myself in the shower, but that's exactly what I was doing in this situation.
Normally I didn't have time to indulge in such pleasure before work or I was having fun with my girlfriend. I was even more surprised to find myself leaning against the sliding door to the shower and watching as I pushed my skin over my bulging erectile tissue. I masturbated quietly. Again and again my glans emerged and was bathed by the falling water. I had the impression that my best part in this dream matched the reality. It seemed to be the usual size and the self-love technique also matched how I practice it occasionally. I'm in safe hands and the sex with Kati is excellent, but every once in a while I don't get aroused and enjoy skilled manual labor. Although I didn't understand why I masturbated in the shower, I accepted it and followed my efforts closely. I was getting hornier by the minute and increasing the pace of my movements. He came as he was supposed to come, and shortly after my dreamy self splashed his cum against the shower tiles. I looked relieved and satisfied and not quite sure what to make of the performance. Why dream about masturbating? It had never happened to me before.
Then it was a few minutes away, because the next thing I knew, I saw myself get in my car and drive away. I had to get to work. I looked at the digital clock on the dashboard. It was a little after eight o'clock. I usually got to work at nine at the latest. My dreamy self took a detour and shortly thereafter the medium sized blue car turned into an empty parking lot. I got out and headed without hesitation to a supermarket. What was I going to buy at such an early hour? I couldn't remember the last time I had shopped before work. Besides that, I didn't know the store. Suddenly I was at the checkout counter. Again, it was a few minutes away. My eyes fell on the cashier, who did not look familiar. She was pretty, with long black hair framing a southern-looking face. Her figure was striking. Although she was sitting in her chair handling the cash register, I realized she was short in stature. I found myself looking at the young woman with fascination.
Most of the time I try not to stare at people, because I can imagine it makes them uncomfortable. But this young woman I just had to look at her. I liked her, even though I wished her head was on a different body. One that would fit my height of 190 inches. I had no idea what I wanted to buy, and to my surprise I didn't spot any merchandise on the conveyor belt. The cashier announced in a velvety voice what I needed to pay and after I pulled the amount out of my purse and was about to hand it to her, I almost had a stroke. The change couldn't have been more serious. Behind the cash register still stood the petite cashier. The white coat was gone. So had all the other clothes. My gaze fell on her voluptuous breasts, which looked monstrously huge in relation to the rest of her body. I saw large areolas with hard, pointed nipples in their center. Her waist was thin and short. I leaned over and tried to get a look between her legs, but then felt intrusive.
In contrast to the shower scene, I was in the body of my dreamy self and could not perceive my facial expression. I felt like I was standing in front of the cash register with my mouth wide open, holding my bill in my hand indecisively. The cashier waited patiently and when I still made no move to hand her the money, she approached me. "Is there a problem?"
I woke up from my lethargy. I looked around at all sides. I was the only customer in the store. I was alone with the naked woman. "I ... 'Uh. Oh, I see. The money. Of course."
She gave me a smile and took the card. My gaze focused on her expansive breasts. I couldn't help myself. She gave me my change, but I was too entranced by the gloriously unexpected splendor.
She noticed my distraction and put the change on a shelf. "Are you collecting loyalty points?"
I had no idea if I did or not. And if I did ... Since I had no idea which supermarket I was in, I couldn't answer the question anyway. "I don't know."
"Would you like to pick some up?"
"Um, I don't know."
My own responses seemed stupid. I had no idea why I was acting like a drooling libertine, but I still couldn't explain how I had ended up in this situation.
"Instead of loyalty points, would you rather I give you a blowjob?"
I winced and shook myself. I made eye contact, expecting a mischievous smile from the cashier, who had been making fun of me and was amused by my mental absence. But she looked at me kindly and firmly and didn't look like she had just made a joke.
"I don't understand..."
"I asked you if you wanted a blowjob."
"Why?"
"Well, because that's part of the customer program. Loyalty points or blowjob. So... Which do you choose?"
My dream self was overwhelmed. The best part of the dream was knowing what to do. My cock was erect under my jeans and protesting its fabric prison.
"I see you already have an erection. So not loyalty points after all?"
I was stunned. What was going on here? Before I knew it, the small naked woman had gotten up from her seat and came out from behind the cash register. Suddenly she was standing in front of me. Her head was level with my abdomen. I lowered my gaze to her. She didn't hesitate and grabbed my belt. I stood motionless in front of the cash register wondering whether to protest or enjoy. I was too puzzled to care about my friend. Rather, I struggled with the fear that my mind had suspended and I had succumbed to madness. He had freed my spanking from the obstructing garments in no time. My underpants, along with my underwear, were hanging down to ankle height. The naked cashier took no prisoners and left me with a loyalty bonus.
