God of Sin E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 42

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

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

God of Sin

Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Images – Naked Pictures

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Emily White

Imprint

© 2025 Emily White

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tredition GmbH, Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5, 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany.

The work, including its parts, is protected by copyright. The author is responsible for its contents. Any use without the author's permission is prohibited. Publication and distribution are by order of the author, who can be contacted at the following address: Emily White, Schwedter Allee 23, 16303 Brandenburg, Germany.

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Table of Contents

Imprint

Table of Contents

Introduction

God of Sin

The Love Chat

Laura

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.

God of Sin

Tired, I couldn't take this frantic pace anymore. Work was distracting me from all my pleasures. By now, nighttime escapades, aperitifs, and casual encounters were a distant memory. I got up from my desk and turned off the computer. That was enough for one day.

I hurried across the square and up to the parking lot, darkness enveloping me as tiny raindrops accompanied me to the car. I got in and lit a cigarette, the dull, muffled sound of the engine filling the silence, the headlights cutting through the dark autumn evening. I set off with my head still immersed in work, drove down the ramp and onto the wide highway, heading towards the city center.

I had to get away. For too long I had repressed my instincts, my pleasures, my distractions.

All that remained were blurred images of those evenings spent in bars and restaurants with often questionable and immoral company. This was the life I had opposed but to which Mother Nature had destined me. It was useless to resist; over the years, I had learned to repress the call but not to fully control it. And this was an evening when my inner being was surfacing, taking over my rigid will.

I felt the need, it was an urgent necessity, I let myself be carried away and soon my mind began to focus on the need to vent this damnation to which Mother Nature had condemned me, skillfully designing every detail, every lethal torment.

I pressed my foot down on the accelerator, the dull roar of the cavalry at a walk became a galloping fury, the speed increased as the adrenaline rose inexorably within me.

I arrived at the seafront, parked in my usual spot, and with quick steps headed along the pier, looking for something I knew I would find.

There, on the benches in the square at the end of the pier, I had arranged to meet those who would be the outlet for my nature, young and not-so-young women in search of thrills dulled by the routine of boring engagements and monotonous marriages. No, I wasn't made for long relationships; the shorter they were, the more satisfaction they gave me. Nothing could ever change my mind, and I liked it today as much as I had in years past.

I sat in absolute silence, broken only by the gentle lapping of the water as it broke delicately against the hulls of the moored boats. I looked around, no one in sight, no prying ears. I took out my cell phone and dialed the number. Her voice answered ringing. She couldn't have this number; I changed it constantly to avoid any unwanted contact.

“Hi, how are you?” Nothing, moments of silence. I knew he was listening.

“I'm in town, fancy a drink?”

“Bastard, I can't, I don't want to, you disappeared, I don't want to hear from you, let alone see you.”

“I figured as much, but I'm here, at the usual place. The tables have turned. I'm the one looking for you. Get yourself out of whatever you're doing and come over, or I'll come pick you up at your place. Someone's not going to like that...”