Falling in Love 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: 68

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?

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Falling in Love

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.

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Table of Contents

Copyright

Table of Contents

Introduction

Follow-me!

Falling in love

Spy on webcam

Voyeur Husband

Mounting brother-in-law

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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Falling in love

Existence in small towns has never been easy for anyone: although the quality of life is decidedly higher, in many ways resisting it is not easy, especially when you are young (or very young) and your dreams outweigh any reality or rational perspective.

Perhaps this is also why, when I was fifteen, I let him pull down my panties and deflower me, with the belief that this would strengthen the bond between two who wanted to run the adventure of seeking their fortune in Milan.

The only reality was that the next day the whole country knew of his new victory, made even more 'heroic' because the loser had been Flora, the one who had repeatedly declared she needed no one.

This, too, contributed to my decision, as soon as I came of age, to leave forever and, having landed in Milan, to build up with my teeth, starting with service in a pizzeria run by a fellow Italian, the path that led me to be a strong woman, autonomous, happy with her work, who chose her lovers on the basis of her personal needs and used them for the time she considered necessary and opportune.

At the time of departure, only one boy almost cried as he hugged me at the bus station: his name was Salvatore; to everyone he was Salvo; to his meaner friends he was Mammoletta, but I didn't know why.

I returned to the country after a few years, just to attend the wedding of an old friend who had insisted on having me as a bridesmaid: after all, a reunion was good for me.

When I arrived in the square with my roaring convertible, I immediately saw Salvo, who was almost hiding ashamed until I called him and he embraced me with an eagerness that I was not expecting.

Almost immediately afterwards, I saw at the door of the pharmacy the imbecile who had deceived me; Salvo rushed to tell me that he had believed he had made the bargain of a lifetime by marrying the pharmacist's daughter and now found himself enslaved to a hag who covered him with horns at all times: I knew the pharmacist's daughter and when she was a young girl, people were already saying Turkish things about her; I liked her for her decisive manner, for the confidence of her behavior; with the power that came from her social position, she imposed her autonomy even in a backward environment like the small province.

She came out of the store at that moment and met me with her arms wide open in sincere friendship; I had no difficulty in hugging her in my turn because, after all, as girls, we had understood each other well and had been in agreement.

"Do you still like to have fun?"

He whispered almost in my ear.

"Of course I do!"

I responded promptly.

"How long are you staying?"

"A couple of days."

"Come see me after lunch tomorrow; I think I'll arrange a nice surprise for you."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

I was a little surprised by this; but I remembered well that Elena, when the episode of the deception took place, had been openly on my side, against the imbecile she had married: the doubt arose in my mind that she had done it to have a screen for her debauchery.

I reserved the right to elaborate the next day.

For the moment, I was more intrigued by Salvo's impassioned welcome as he had once again retreated into a corner, almost fearful, but I could see that he continued to stare at me almost lovingly.

I approached him and asked him to offer me a coffee: babbling and moving awkwardly, he rushed to precede me to the bar, lavishing himself in a thousand pleasantries that made me laugh a little; to thank him, I caressed his face and suddenly he glowed as if he were at the stake.

"Mommy, don't fret about Divine; she's just another human being!"

I didn't recognize the character right away; then I focused on him and commented.

"The mother of imbeciles is always pregnant; that of scoundrels, worse!"

He hinted at slapping me and found himself lying against the juke box: Salvo was anything but a wimp when he hit; his friends intervened and took him away.

"Come on, Salvo, don't get bitter ..."

"But they have to respect you, especially when you're with me."

"Come on, maybe he was just kidding. But, tell me, are you still in love with me by any chance?"

It had been, profoundly, years before, when I still lived in the country; but I hoped it had passed him by.

"Would you be offended if I said yes?"

"No, I am not offended; I am pleased. But perhaps you need to devote yourself to some girl in the country. I live in Milan now."

"I know ... but I can't help it."

I drank my coffee and greeted him by shaking his hand so as not to provoke any other particular reaction.

I then went to visit my grandmother with whom I kept in touch from time to time.

He was happy to see me, and kept me on the grind all afternoon, inquiring about everything from my job to the pattern of underwear I was wearing.

Of course, the key question was whether I had a boyfriend and when I thought I would put my head to party.

I told her a few fibs to keep her quiet and marked on a sheet of paper my address in Milan.

"You never know, should you need it for yourself or someone else ..."

I dined with her, in an atmosphere of great family love; and slept peacefully, lulled by the almost palpable silence of the countryside.

The next morning I went to my friend's house to let her know I was there for the ceremony; needless to say, the effusions were even exaggerated, I stayed for lunch (woe betide if I tried to decline the invitation) and, immediately after lunch, I said goodbye to join the pharmacist as agreed.

He was in the store, greeted me happily and guided me out back to the apartment they had made above the store.

As we walked up, he asked me point blank.

"Do you feel like transgressing hard before marriage?"

"But isn't it dangerous in the village?"