The 18 Years Old Woman 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: 74

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

The 18 Years Old

Collection of Adult and Erotic Manga Stories with Nude Pictures

___________________

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!

Weekend in Amsterdam

The 18-year-old

My first thirty years

A young birthday girl

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.

Follow-me!

Remember to sign up for my newsletter so you can receive, for free, 5 erotic stories, and stay informed about my new stories!

Click Here:

https://linktr.ee/erosandlove

QR CODE

Weekend in Amsterdam

We had been happily married for 2 years, we worked a lot, and every now and then we liked to treat ourselves to a weekend in some European capital. She being from Southeast Asia, does not know much of the old continent, so every time the opportunity arose, we left for a new destination.

We left on a Friday morning in June, once we landed, we went straight to the cab stand for the transfer to the hotel.

We settled into our room, had a quick shower, and immediately went out to visit the city, and without even realizing it was 8pm. We decided to go back to the hotel, quite tired, but I didn't want to waste the night in that wonderful city, so I proposed to go for a drink in a pub without going too far away. Lyn agreed, and we got ready.

She wore her usual high heels and a light-colored dress that highlighted her dark skin typical of her homeland.

We mingled among the downtown crowd and entered the first club, which was quite full, and we positioned ourselves at one of those tables with high chairs. After not even an hour, between whiskey, rum and I do not remember what else, we were already drunk. She was dancing, I remember, beautiful as ever, many men were eating her with their eyes. At one point I hear behind me, a man who makes room in the crowd, and while he struggles to make room, he puts his package on my ass, puts his hand on my hip and approaches our table.

He asked if we minded if he joined our table, as there were no other tables available. Lyn invited him to stay without a problem.

He was a man in his fifties almost twice our age, sturdy good looking, with a bit of a belly.

We started chatting, and soon a good feeling was born between them, since between a beer and a whiskey it turned out that he had often been in Lyn's hometown.

As they talked, I just listened mostly, I felt his package resting on my hand, and it, in my utter embarrassment, did not leave me unmoved. He was strangely aroused, and I could feel him slowly moving his package on my hand, left and right, slowly, as he continued to talk to my wife.

I took pleasure in feeling his swelling, I did not remove my hand, nor did he move. It was an awkward situation, I was leaning against a table, groping a stranger's cock, and with my wife in front of me. Although, I don't know why, I was enjoying it, I felt a chill behind my back, running through my body all the way down to my balls.

Then I moved. What was I even doing? This was absurd.

I left them and went to the bathroom to try to relieve the strange excitement that was running through my body. A freshening up of the face, and I returned to my seat, determined to say goodbye, and so it was. Bernard greeted us and we headed for the exit.

We went back to the room and not even the time to lean on the sofa, that Lyn had already put her hands in my underpants, she bent over my legs, pulling my cock out of my pants, and started one of her masterly blowjobs, the inevitable emptying of balls after a hangover, and she sucked with the skill of a seasoned cocksucker. While she was blowing him, however, I was thinking of Bernard's cock and it was thinking of his swollen cock that I emptied my balls into my wife's warm mouth.

The next day while we were returning to the hotel in the afternoon, after visiting the famous red light district, my wife told me she had received a whatsapp from Bernard, I asked for explanations, how she could have had his number, and she explained that she had exchanged the number with him when I went to the bathroom the night before.

The message said, "are you guys up for a couple of drinks tonight at a pub I know?" And lyn's reply " we won't miss it" without even questioning me.

Although embarrassed, my wife had already confirmed that we would be there, and I didn't object much.

Lyn kissed me and thanked me.

A few hours later, we showed up at the club, in the middle of the red light district, Lyn as usual did not go unnoticed wearing a white blouse highlighting her breasts, and denim shorts that left little to the imagination.

Bernard was already there at the table waiting for us, with a bottle of rum.

Waving goodbye, he shook my hand, and hugged my wife, sliding his big hand down my wife's shorts, which greeted him fondly.

It was a very friendly environment, lots of young people, and good music.

It wasn't long before we were served our second bottle of rum. The alcohol was beginning to take its toll that night as well.

At one point Bernard invites my wife to dance, and as they walk up he asks me "may I?"

I looked at my wife who seemed quite lucid despite the rivers of rum, and said to Bernard, "First you invite her and then you ask me" smiling, "okay, I'll finish my glass, and then my wife and I will go back in" he replied nodding in agreement.

I found myself alone at the table consuming my rum, strangely thinking about the next night, when I touched Bernard's cock.

I had never thought of touching a cock and even getting aroused, before that time, while I sometimes watched them laughing and dancing. Bernard came back to the table: "what a slut your wife is" I was surprised for a moment and said: "excuse me?", and he showed me my wife's bra laying it on the table: "the wife is putting on a show, look! She's turning them on, just like she did me" and he brought my hand to his very hard package. Again that feeling, I didn't know what was happening to me but I was caressing Bernard's hard cock as he sipped his rum, and I liked it, I didn't know why, but I liked it. I wanted to put my hand in my underpants but I didn't, I was too embarrassed.

He stops my hand and says: "let's go drink in my room!" I answer "I can't, my wife" he stops me "listen, your wife, as you can see, is being a slut in the middle of 2 strangers, the slut is hot, so go get her, give her back this fucking bra and come to me."

I'm stuck for a few seconds, he gets up and walks over to my wife grabbing her arm, and heading over to me he says "let's go drink something else at my place" and shoves my wife's bra in his pocket, she looks at me, with not too bright eyes, and smiles at me. I was drunk, excited, scared, embarrassed.