Spasms of Love and Pleasure E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Erotic Sexy Stories Collection with Explicit High Quality Illustrations in Manga and Hentai Style. Hot and Forbidden Plots Uncensored. Nude Images of Naughty and Beautiful Girls. Only for Adults 18+.
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 89

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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Spasms of Love and Pleasure

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

1.Christa

2.The client

3.The Rock

4.A Midsummer Adventure

5.Spasms of love and pleasure

6.Weekend of freedom

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.

Christa

The conversations were always the same, when we met at the bar, the pub or, more rarely, at the disco; women, sex and various ways of combining the two terms; the one who most of all insisted on defending his role as tombeur de femmes was of course Doriano, of whom it was difficult to establish how many of the adventures he told were authentic, often witnessed by those who had seen or heard confidences; and how many were the result of his great inventive ability.

The last 'novelty' that had caused a sensation was the revelation that he liked to undergo, from some women who had expressly requested it, to be penetrated anally with a finger or with an artificial phallus, operated by hand or tied to the groin; when he asked them to be penetrated in the anus, some proposed, in exchange, to accept that solution that, according to him, even facilitated the orgasm or provoked it directly, when the penetration was total, even with the dildo: he even declared to feel extreme pleasure just with those viragos who mounted him almost like a male, with the plastic bat tied with special cords directly above the vulva.

All those speeches excited me at the time, but I ended up deleting them when I was called back to the harsh reality of the relationship that was visibly deteriorating with Christa, who I had married a few years before after a brief engagement and who was already distant from me if not abysmally at least definitely: all attempts at pacification were breaking down on the barrier of incomprehension that had been created between us due to misunderstandings, misinterpretations, wrong phrases and fierce arguments over nonsense; she was now determined to make a new life away from me and I had already asked my friend Natale, a divorce lawyer, to start the paperwork for a separation by mutual consent that would be as painless as possible, considering also that we were quite independent and autonomous from the economic point of view, she with her job, I with mine.

The questions surrounding this separation filled me with enough pain and anger to forget what was going on around me, especially the barroom chatter of my unrepentant bachelor friends; However, I was looking for (and hoping, above all) that an unforeseeable fact could intervene to stop the free fall of our marriage, perhaps in the name of a feeling that was not dead but only dormant and that could serve to change course for both of us and get us back on the same boat with the same direction; since sometimes miracles happen, I found her that morning in front of my door asking me to invite her in: we still had a lot to say to each other, despite the fierce arguments that had turned the condominium upside down in the last few months; for once, we sat down with the commitment to remain calm until our points of view had been stated and clarified: only at the end, we would decide what to do and, if necessary, instruct the lawyer (we had already decided to entrust us both to Natale, who had already started the practice) to take the signed separation request to its extreme consequences.

The discussion went more calmly and serenely than I had expected: We were loyal and clear in proposing our point of view on the issues of disagreement, we tried to admit our faults and mistakes, we made an effort to understand each other's point of view in all the events that had divided us; after two hours of intense conversation, even harsh in content although calm in form, we found ourselves having to realize that we had unnecessarily exasperated small episodes that could very well be traced back to normal confrontations of opinion, if we had not used the wrong tone; In the end, we found ourselves asking ourselves embarrassed if years of love and peaceful cohabitation should be 'burned' by stupid misunderstandings; obviously, we agreed that we could certainly save the relationship if we committed ourselves to another type of attitude, more patient, more frank and loyal, more respectful of the other, of greater love in short; as if to cement what had been said, we found ourselves kissing each other as if on a first date.

Really the physical contact excited me a lot: to take back in my arms her body apparently slim, but so energetic and strong as I knew it, to look closely at the profile I had always loved, of the eternal adorable little girl, to feel the almost virginal scent of her body that emanated from the opening of her blouse on her throat, that mixture of spontaneous aroma caressed by the light lavender, with the smell of the body when she woke up, in short, that smell of a woman loved and lived in everyday life stunned me immediately and I suddenly felt my masculinity solicited, to which my member gave body pushing towards her belly of which I sensed the intense warmth when she got excited; I passed a hand on her back to her buttocks that I ran until I insinuated myself between the two and reached, from behind, the vulva that I took in full hand.

In the meantime we were kissing each other almost as if we wanted to devour each other's mouth down to the throat and, with the other hand, I was clawing a soft and compact breast, full and delicate, to titillate a nipple that was getting harder and more appetizing; at the same time, Christa was inserting a hand between us to go and take my sex and manipulate it from above my clothes: undressing her quickly became almost a necessity: I did it frantically, almost tearing off her stockings, panties and bra: then I pushed her onto the couch (we were still in the living room) and suddenly penetrated her, almost as if, by delaying, I had risked losing her again: the sensation of penetrating her virginity again was powerful, even if only imaginary; and my perception of it was heightened to the point that I risked a quick or even premature conclusion; I restrained myself and we made love long enough to reach a very exhilarating orgasm together.

Immediately after, she asked me to take a shower; I proposed to her to take one together and to continue to make love even under the jet, as I had read in some erotic stories where the action seemed to be very exciting; Christa gladly accepted and we went, naked as we were, to the bathroom, we took our place in the shower stall, holding each other with much love: while the water flowed lustfully on us, she came to find herself in my arms giving me her back, my 'little brother', already hard to the point of exhaustion, planted himself between her buttocks, touched the folds of the anus and I hinted at a copulation pushing the tip into the rectum; suddenly, Christa surprised me with a question that I would never have expected.

"Would you like to penetrate me anally?"

I was stunned, completely taken aback by what I didn't know whether to consider a curious question to which he perhaps expected me to answer no, out of a form of respect for his extreme modesty; or whether to think instead of a proposal of dialogue around the possibilities of 'other' sex to which we had sometimes even hinted but without ever taking it seriously.

"To like it, it is clear that I would like it; but it goes without saying that it is something to be done, possibly, with a great deal of caution and certainly in perfect harmony with the partner. For all I know it can be a very delicate operation."

"Of course! It is clear that we should do it in love, in agreement and with all the necessary precautions, starting with the lubricants to make possible the penetration to move on to the preparatory phase that must be adequate."

"But would you, with these caveats, feel comfortable doing this with me? Clearly, the most important part is about you, so you have to be the first one to be convinced."

"I am willing to grant you this new 'virginity' if we do it in love and agreement and if you accept other consequences as well."

"What consequences?"

"Would you agree to be penetrated anally as well, possibly first with a finger then with a strap-on?"

"Sorry, I don't know what a strap-on is."

I was very amazed that my little beloved Christa spoke about these topics almost competently and certainly with appropriate technical language; she must have realized my perplexity, because she immediately pointed out.