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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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You and Me
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures
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Emily White
Copyright
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
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
Playing...
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Pepa LaDiosa
A different kind of shower
You and me
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.
Playing...
Chapter 1
I heard footsteps approaching my room, or so I thought. I opened my eyes slowly, as if by doing so "the intruder" wouldn't notice and I could stun him (ha) and run away. That's facing your fears. I slowly sat up and pulled my feet out from under the sheet, dragging the rest of my body until I was standing in front of the door. I opened it, just to scare, stupid ideas right?
He turned out to be Pistachio, the little Persian cat that Marta, my friend, had given me three months ago for my birthday. I think she thought it would keep me company, since getting into my apartment was practically impossible, I spent all my time at university and consequently was never home. But first, let me introduce myself. My name is Katherine and I'm a first-year psychology student. Physically I can't complain, I'm tall with a slender but athletic build, I'm 5'2" with black hair that stands out against my white skin and I always, absolutely always wear black tinted glasses that prevent me from seeing my eyes.
Why? Because of a "problem" I have with my eyesight, I have highly photosensitive eyes so I also avoid people who stare at me...because of the color they have. They come from my father's family, who I never knew, or so my mother used to tell me when I was a kid. She told me almost nothing about my father, always referred to him as "something that had no future" and avoided talking to me about him. The only thing I know is that I know he left because he was afraid to commit to her, even though he knew she was pregnant with my child.
I speak in my mother's past tense because she died when I was twelve years old in a car accident. It was shocking, but since then I have become very private about my almost non-existent personal life.
Since then, and this is not a delusion of mine, I feel constantly watched. Ever since he's been gone. All the time, when I go out for coffee, when I go to the library, when I go out to buy something to eat, when I go to the grocery store, when I start my bike, and so on. Of course, I should point out that I've always been a little special...I always cover up, meaning I don't leave any part of my body, except my face and hands, in the air. The reason is simple but complex. My smell attracts people too much. It attracts them to me. It makes them confused. And it makes only me and my orders exist.
Why don't I take advantage of it? Because I don't know how to handle it and they've already tried to rape me twice. That's right. And that's when I thanked my mom for signing me up for aikido classes. Of course I'm not normal, as you can see, but who would believe me if I told them? Imagine this. It was really crazy.
To conclude this introduction; my name is Katherine and this is my story.
I managed to fall asleep again. Sometimes I hate Pistachio, he gives me more heart attacks than pleasant feelings in his company. I slept for five or six minutes and now I start to make myself a coffee, it won't be long before I have to go to college. I get dressed and quickly grab the keys to my Harley-Davidson Sportster XR 1200 X.
Once in college, I met Marta in the cafeteria to review before the exam, she's in the same major as me, and if we met it was because she was interested in my bike, interestingly enough.
You should come get me with the cute one. Seriously, think about it," she says, still focusing on her notes.
Maybe. But for something like that I'd have to get up earlier, and you know I don't like that," I replied taking a piece of paper from him.
He gives a snort in response and we go straight to class. The truth is that I had already studied for the exam long before, with "so much" social life I have no problem when it comes to studying. But lately I've been concentrating less, much less than usual, and I don't know why?
I put on my glasses and head to the library, my helmet under my arm and my "psychology for the contemporary world" notes to review, even though there are still two weeks to go. And there it happens, suddenly I'm on the floor, my helmet has been thrown to the right by my fall and the notes are still floating in the air, falling slowly. I look up and find a blonde, green-eyed, rather pretty girl looking at me awkwardly and saying:
Ahg! I'm so sorry, it was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," she says, offering me her hand.
Nothing, nothing," I reply, picking up my notes, and she hands me my helmet.
I'm Victoria," she holds out her hand, "and I owe you some pages of notes that you lost because of me.
Alright, I'll ask my friend for them.
No, no, not at all.... At least, I can buy you a coffee," he asks me with a half smile. Really perfect.
Well, if you insist... here you go - I end up following her into the cafeteria.
Once there, sitting at a table in the back, I try to tidy up my notes. As I do so I notice her gaze, I know she is giving me a check-up that even my doctor wouldn't do, so I quickly look up and catch her staring at my breasts. I smile and she automatically looks away trying to hide. Busted.
So... you're studying psychology, right? Start trying to bring up a topic and put aside what just happened.
I'm here, aren't you? I ask, looking at my notes again. It's not that they aren't neat or anything. But I know she doesn't like me staring at her, at least people usually don't. Any branch of medicine? Since this part of the building is in the science field...?
Yes, good reasoning," he replies, smiling at me, "I'm in ophthalmology, second year," he finishes, now looking me straight in the eye. Even though I'm wearing glasses, he looks like he can actually see me. Crazy, don't you think?
Well, it had to be ophthalmology. It's a complicated career, like any other, but this one has a fairly high degree of difficulty. Or so I've heard," I tell him, though clearly surprised.
It's not easy, I agree with you, but if you like it, you can take it off," she laughs back. I like it and I have to say, the way she laughs. Although. I find it oddly relaxing - and I'm doing pretty well so far. I know it's probably none of my business, but...why do you always wear glasses? Why do you always wear glasses? It's just that I've seen you a couple of times this quarter and you're always wearing them even when you're indoors, you know, it's not very sunny here....
Oh...see, a photosensitivity problem with my eyes, you understand. The direct and abundant light blinds me a lot and gives me a headache," I explained, omitting that they also served to hide my curious eyes. Why such a complex? When I was a child, I was always teased because I had such "weird" eyes and was constantly the object of ridicule and mockery. Childhood trauma in a future psychologist, yes, whatever doesn't happen to me?
We ended up talking about more personal matters. She is from Canada and studies here in Spain because part of her paternal family is Spanish and she is bilingual. She has a 26 year old brother and her parents live in Canada with most of her family. Interestingly, she didn't ask about mine, which I appreciated and at the same time made me wonder if she wasn't really interested. I looked at my watch and paled, it was 10 minutes until the start of the singing lesson I was giving to Marta's brother, Daniel.
Shit, it's so late," I say, getting up quickly. I start gathering my things as I explain to him -I have to go give lessons, thanks for the coffee and don't worry about the notes, really, I'll take them again. I finish practically running to the parking lot where I parked my bike.
I'll take your word for it..." He whispers and sits back down, this time with another smile on his face, more sincere. This time, with another smile on his face, more sincere.
I set off and put the bike in full speed so as not to be late and well...because I love running, that's for sure. I arrive just in time at Marta's house, who lives with her parents and her brother Daniel, and I ring the doorbell a little panting from the rush. Marta's father opens the door and smiling tells me:
Punctual as ever, eh! I wish Marta was like that, this girl... I don't know how one day she doesn't forget her head at home," she says, shaking her head and smiling at the same time, "But come in, come in, woman, Daniel's upstairs getting ready!
Thank you, Mr. Marcos, don't worry, even if your daughter is a little imprecise, she always ends up coming," I reply, going up to Daniel's room.
I already told you to call me Kat, it makes me feel older than I already am," and with a laugh she ends up leaving in the direction of the living room.
I walk into the room and see the boy at the computer, finishing printing out the sheet music I told him to download to study. He turns around quickly as I set my bag and helmet aside, I turn and look at him and say:
What, you didn't look at what I said, did you?", I ask him as I sit down in the vacant chair, "Well, I forgive you because I know you were at the time of the exam.
I'm sorry, but I was really busy," he says apologetically, looking out the window, "But I've been preparing for class for the last two days, for the record," he finishes, smiling at me.
Well, well, all right, let's see, stand up and breathe diaphragmatically, let's get on with it," I say, reminding him of the pauses to warm up his voice before I begin.
I achieved the highest level of opera singing at the conservatory, but I decided to drop it because college was taking up too much of my time and I hardly ever had time to sing. But I've been giving private lessons to Daniel for two months now, so I can earn some money on my own and not have to spend the inheritance my mother left me.
Two hours later, already tired, Daniel and I go down to the living room and find Marta lying on the couch with the TV turned off.
I suddenly scream, causing her to jump up from the couch in fright. Whereupon Daniel and I start laughing at her reaction and she turns red and starts berating me for scaring her.
I'm sorry, I just.... I couldn't help myself - I apologize and say goodbye to them. It's already late and I should be revising for that damn exam.
When I get to my apartment, the first thing I do is make myself dinner and gobble up the food. I'm so sleepy and Pistachio won't stop meowing. I get up from the couch to him and ask:
Hey, what's going on?" I look out the window as he looks out. I see something moving down the street, but it's a shadow, I struggle to get a good look at it. Surprised, I sit up and stare, but all is quiet now.
"And you, keep an eye out, and if you see anything, attack," I tell Pistachio, but he just looks at me and turns his head to one side, "I don't see you looking like a nightclub bouncer, do you? And he walks me over to my bed, curling into a ball at his feet. I leave my glasses on the nightstand and turn off the lights. I close my eyes and try to relax my body to let myself fall into Morpheus' arms.
A sound of breaking glass. I open my eyes in fear. But I can't see anything. I take a breath and something smells funny. And suddenly, I fall into a deep sleep.
