A Massage in Friendship E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Adult Erotica Love Stories of Hentai Desires: Seductive Curves, Filthy Dreams, Naked Illustrations, Sex Games, Uncensored Hardcover Tales
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 81

Beschreibung

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?

Leseprobe

A Massage in Friendship

Collection of Adult and Erotic Manga Stories with Nude 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

Follow-me!

Cuckold Desire

Topless and new friends

The colleague

The bank

Tomorrow I get married

A massage in friendship

A prophetic 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.

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Cuckold Desire

I met Dario at a business lunch thanks to a mutual acquaintance, on a cold January afternoon. He is 50 years old and has a great sense of humor and only one defect, that of touching you while he is talking to you, something that is definitely not tolerated by me. Throughout the first part of our meeting we talked about work, discussing how my services could fit in with his needs. It was a nice chat, constructive and useful, unlike most of those occasions. Almost at the end of the lunch he asked me if I still had 10 minutes of time because his wife Irene was about to join us, I willingly agreed. After a good half hour (ah women...) his wife joined us, introducing herself to me in an almost shy way making it seem almost forceful the 'double kiss' on the cheeks that I called approaching her. Kisses anticipated by a perfume that fit perfectly with character, beautiful woman, thin but with a well-sculpted body from hours in the gym, and a nice way to pose. She wasn't wearing a bra and the temperature outside had affected her nipples which, although small, stood out proudly from the turtleneck sweater. I avoided dwelling on that detail, which embarrassed me a little, although for a few minutes I stopped listening to her husband, who had become a river in flood. I watched her carefully, noting the freshly renewed lipstick, and long fingers that ended in fiery red nails. We talked for a few minutes, and I told her about my passions and hobbies as I didn't usually do, until Irene asked my age and month of birth, I started with the month assuming her desire was to figure out the 'zodiac sign' by saying I was July. July 69. She smiled saying:

"I'm sixty-nine too," drawing the six and nine in the air as if they were lying down. A fact that actually embarrassed me (again).

The husband smiled and said they were all creative that year, decrying my praise of his wife over what we had said to each other earlier.

We finished lunch and Dario asked me to stop by his office, which was two blocks away. We walked for a few minutes, with Irene who immediately put herself between us, taking us by the arm.

"How fortunate this morning," she said, "to be walking with two such handsome men!

My embarrassment continued until a few feet before the office, when the woman cleared to open the glass door that gave access to the office.

Once inside, the husband told me what they were doing inside the facility, returning to the professional role in which I had met him at lunch. Irene continued to check me out, while I just smiled back at her.

"I bet you go to the gym," he said.

"No, I can't stand gyms, they are one of the most distant things from me," I replied.

"Funny, you have a good body, nice legs...and more."

"Running. It will be that, I love running and have been doing it forever."

"That's what makes your ass look so good!".

I smiled blushing, at the same time that her husband intervened saying:

"It's not a compliment to you! It's an indirect message to me." He said, touching his belly and bursting into thunderous laughter.

We continued the tour and sat down at his desk, with his wife sitting on the edge of the table, her nipples were very obvious even as they took in the total scene against the light. She took her husband's hand as he spoke, nodding in respect to his talk. A few minutes later Dario received a phone call and as the phone rang I took my leave. He answered, placing his palm on the receiver, greeting me and asking Irene to walk me to the door.

She asked me to anticipate her along the corridor that led to the exit and in an absolutely natural way I touched my butt, and smiling she said:

"How stupid...running! Only running makes such a firm ass! More than mine that I slaughter with squats!" turning his gaze to her b-side.

I came out with a clumsy joke, greeting Irene and thanking her for her hospitality. In the next 30 seconds I called myself a fool several times, finding no justification for not engaging in certain attitudes. Such a woman, with a husband who actually more than agreed, would have found not only those who accepted and reciprocated such 'compliments', but certainly those who would have run their hands over that beautiful body.

Two weeks passed when a friend request came to me on Facebook, I recognized her face and his profile, intent on observing her in a very strange photo.

"I'm Ire, hi!"

"Good morning Irene, actually Ire!"

"You're not going to report me for harassment are you , you know it's fashionable and done female maybe even more so!!! "

"hehehe I was thinking about that! It works that you report after 20 years though, so relax..."

"Nice! Listen...do you want to meet up sometime soon? In your office I'd say let's both Dario and I drop by, but we prefer evenings...the things we have to 'tell' each other need intimacy...and a camera."

"Can you elaborate on that? I'm curious."

"No I won't explain, you'll understand... always if you want to."

"Yes of course, very gladly, but my office is not a photo studio eh..."

"Better...it doesn't have to be...quite the opposite."

We continued to talk for about an hour, and in the middle of the chat she told me that Dario's perversion was to see her sexually taken by people who had a business in 'unconventional locations'. She enjoyed the fact that a professional who usually hosted people who worked in that environment, clients or otherwise ... could have sex with her in meeting rooms, desks but also warehouses and shopping malls. He was almost never present, but he wanted to be updated with messages and audio files... and at the end of everything he wanted to see the photos that in 'self-timer' were produced by the equipment that she brought with her. A tripod and a Nikon of the latest generation.

We set the day and time.

Irene arrived on time, with her beautiful mischievous smile. Once on the threshold she whispered 'sixty-nine' still drawing with her fingers the two numbers in the air.

I closed the door behind her, leaned her back against it and lifted her legs, pushing my member against her most intimate part. She began to sling me almost voraciously for a few minutes. Suddenly she stopped. I continued to kiss her neck pushing rhythmically towards her, with the echo of the stairwell repeating my movements. Irene was recording a message for her husband "He's slamming me against the door, I can feel his cock between my legs, I'm soaked...more than before in the car...now I'm a lake."

She stopped me and asked me to view the office, while she pulled out her camera. She was wearing a white shirt with very wide sleeves, and a black bra that echoed the lace thong that she hid under her skirt, of the same color. The stockings, hold-ups, were a very intense black. She wore red shoes, a shade of lipstick, now almost gone from her lips, and nails.

She chose a desk at random, and taking off her panties up to her knees, she put her beautiful ass on the table, asking me to photograph her. She continued with similar shots, transforming 'common' objects into improvised sex toys, asking to be photographed and filming herself for her husband who was 'watching' from home.