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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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Emily White
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
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.
Chapter 12
MY STORY WITH THE MAN WHO CARRIED THE PHEROMONE PLAGUE
The training was over, I was ready for work, the auditor sent from headquarters had already arrived, we were waiting for him in Gonzalo's office.
After receiving his final instructions, he and I would embark together on a nearly four-hour journey to our destination at the branch in the city of El Calvario, in a flat state in the heart of the country.
It was late August of '91, and we were in the middle of a tropical winter; in the area, it would be cool but rainy...better than dry and hot, I thought.
THE MAN
When I was introduced to him, nothing about him inspired a bad thought in me, in fact, I forgot his name right after he told me and haven't remembered it since. What I do remember indelibly is that about five and a half hours after being introduced to him ....... let's not get ahead of ourselves.
The man, as I call him in my memories, was Gonzalo's age: about thirty-five; he was gruff, silent and brash. His eyes were a faded gray, like his entire person, and his smile was his only way of expressing himself and communicating.
But... here's the kicker: it carried an atmosphere of its own, capable of infesting all beings within its reach with the strange power it possessed.
When you entered the magic circle of his sphere, you were immediately shaken by a feeling of irretrievable loss of will and an indescribable state of mind, which shook your insides and promoted a desire for absolute intimacy with him.
If he smiled at you when you were under his dominion, you might faint from the dejection that came from the pressing need to surrender your body to him.
The phenomenon was so delimited that you could perceive it only in its vicinity, when you moved away from it, all the tumult of the bowels, the desire, the loss of will: it ceased as if by magic. It vanished, vanished, as if by magic, just as it had come. You forgot his name and his existence and, from a distance, he seemed to you a "placid masturbator" surrounded by ecstatic women.
Gonzalo also felt his influence, as he told me some time later, but in the form of a feeling of sympathy, without any basis, because the man was really unpleasant.
During the days we spent together on our assignments, I could see how he affected the people around him and how, as soon as they moved away from him, the effect disappeared: having to spend more time in his vicinity because of work, I was the most affected.
"You and the others were victims of a guy with a momentary overproduction of pheromones, the most affected were the females who were fertile at the time," Deysi diagnosed me when I told her what had happened to me on the trip.
Doing the math, which is always inaccurate as far as my periods go, I was in heat at the time and also hormonal due to my treatment.
The dangerous thing for me, and for any female, was that parking yourself within reach of his powerful, magical and sinful influence was the most pleasant thing imaginable and, therefore, painful to part with; in his proximity you felt comfortable, protected and pampered even if the guy was an idiot (who didn't even talk) and you momentarily lost the moral barriers ingrained in your limbo.
He seemed unaware of its power, but he knew how to take advantage of the sensual chaos it caused around him.
THE JOURNEY
We made the trip in the back seat of a cab.
The distance between us seemed to be the optimal distance for the scope of his radiation to saturate me and keep me in an anxious state of physical and mental excitement.
We had little conversation, as his responses were monosyllabic and this characteristic of his made it difficult to hold a normal conversation with him.
The driver kept talking to him and he only responded with smiles and grunts. I was content to feel him at arm's length and on more than one occasion, I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch him, under the guise of pointing out some incident in the landscape along our route.
It was a four-hour journey along the paths of discomfort, my body aching, not so much from the accumulated and growing arousal that disturbed my senses, but from the inability to get rid of it.
At a stop along the way we stopped to refuel.
