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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: 2025
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Your First Massage
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures – Naked Illustrations
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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
Your first massage
Completed
The slut I married
Janine
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.
Your first massage
I own a small massage business in a fairly wealthy town. I have two girls working for me who are just getting started. It was Friday evening and I was waiting for my last appointment.
It was almost 7:30 p.m. when a very pretty young woman came in. She was about 5'11”, had brown hair and looked very attractive. I looked at my schedule and asked her, “Are you Nancy?” I explained to her that the girls usually took care of the female customers, but unfortunately they had to go out for the evening. Then I asked her if she would feel uncomfortable if I gave the massage.
She replied, “No, not a problem,” and gave me a small smile. At least I felt a little calmer.
After the initial treatment, I showed her to one of the massage rooms. She explained that this was her first time here and that this was her first massage. She told me that it was a gift from her husband. Since she traveled a lot, he had suggested that she go out and let herself be pampered for an evening.
The massage room was comfortably warm thanks to the radiators and the electric fireplace. After I dimmed the lights, I pointed out the hangers for her clothes and the bath towel on the massage table. Then I left so that she could undress.
A few minutes later, I knocked on the door, shook it a little, and asked if I could come in.
When I entered the room, Nancy was lying on the massage table, with the towel draped behind her. Her legs and half of her thighs were uncovered. Her back was so soft and smooth that I couldn't wait to touch her flesh. But I had to control myself. My job was to massage her.
I put on some soothing music and dimmed the lights further so that the candles would have a calming effect. “I asked her, ‘Are we all ready, Nancy?’ ‘Yes, I am,’ she whispered to the tablecloth.
“Relax and have fun.”
I started massaging her neck with my fingers and then moved down her back. Finally, I went around the table to her feet and began caressing the calves of her legs. They were so soft and her legs felt so soft. I massaged her muscles for several minutes, slowly working my way up to her knees. Then I started to go higher, squeezing and massaging her thighs up to the edge of the towel covering her bottom.
The feel of her warm skin excited me and I began to take heart. I moved my hands under the towel to touch and massage her thighs. She said nothing. Then I moved a little higher, almost halfway up her thighs. “Is everything all right, Nancy?” I asked her. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” I thought it better to ask before she got angry. She sighed, “Ohhh... nooooo ..., this feels good.” I continued to rub her legs and let my hands travel up her soft, fleshy thighs, each time going higher. I wasn't sure what she thought of what I was doing, but it certainly turned me on. My cock was getting harder and harder.
My fingers caressed higher and higher, massaging almost up to her butt. Since I couldn't see under the towel, I was sure that I was about to touch her panties. I was surprised that she let me do it. I had expected her to complain that I had become too personal with her. My hands went back under the towel, but this time I went a little too far and my two thumbs brushed her crotch, right on the border of her panties. Adrenalin shot through me and I expected him to jump up from the table. Instead, she let out a long, deep sigh: “Oooouuuu”. “That's so good.” I hesitated for a moment and then asked, while my hands ran back over her thighs. “Are you going to continue?”
“Oh, yes...” ”Yes...”
I continued to massage her legs and thighs. Occasionally, I would touch her panties on purpose. Once, I caressed the underside of her buttocks through her panties, and two more times, I lightly touched her pussy. Not once did she complain.
On the contrary, she sighed softly and inhaled deeply. She was enjoying this.
I decided to take advantage of the situation and go to extremes. I ran my thumbs over her panties between her legs. My God, she was wet. Her panties were wet. Nancy was aroused by my touch. Then I moved my hands to her bottom and gently massaged her bottom through her panties. Then I started caressing her again between the legs, taking care to let my fingers touch her pussy.
She sighed long and deep and whispered, “Ohhh, don't stop...”
“Does that feel good, Nancy?“ I asked her.
“Yes.” “Oh yes.”
“Would you like me to continue?”
“Yes.” ‘Don't stop.’ ‘Don't stop.’
