White One more Panty for my Collection
1. Auflage 2024
ISBN: 978-3-384-28215-6
Verlag: tredition
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures - Naked Illustrations
E-Book, Englisch, Band 119, 104 Seiten
ISBN: 978-3-384-28215-6
Verlag: tredition
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
Emily White, the artist behind the evocative illustrations accompanying her erotic tales, has elevated the realm of visual erotic art to new heights of expression. With extraordinary skill in capturing the intensity of emotion and sensuality depicted in her writings, Emily's illustrations offer a visual journey through the eroticism and beauty of her imagined worlds. Every stroke of her digital brush is infused with passion, bringing characters and scenes to life with remarkable precision. Emily's hentai illustrations are not mere visual accompaniments but integral elements for a complete understanding of the intricately woven stories within the pages of her erotic novels. Boasting a distinctive artistic style that merges the tradition of Japanese hentai with a uniquely personal touch, Emily transforms the human form into a sensual work of art. Her provocative images are carefully crafted, breathing life into a realm of fantasies and desires through sensual details and a vibrant array of colors. Emily White's illustrations not only please the eye but also enhance the reading experience, creating a perfect union of text and image. Her talent for expressing erotic beauty through visual art has garnered critical acclaim and the admiration of a broad audience of art and erotic literature enthusiasts. In each stroke, her passion for exploring human intimacy is reflected, capturing the essence of sensuality in every detail. Emily White's illustrations are more than just a complement to her stories; they are an artistic celebration of the seamless fusion of literary and visual pleasure.
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JOCELYN OR ROXANA, BOTH FUCK WELL, BOTH FUCK THE SAME WAY
When I started this story, I debated whether to start it chronologically or whether it made more sense to go counterclockwise. It turns out that at that time I was the regional director of sales at the company where I worked and my inseparable friend, Rivas, was also the regional director of internal operations. I was about 33 years old and Rivas was a decade older than me. I have to say that my friend had this Don Juan reputation, but in reality, although he seemed to be very flirtatious with the opposite sex, he never seemed to cross that line, or at least I never knew that he did. On the contrary, I had a reputation for being very reserved, cautious in the way I conducted myself, especially with the women who worked in the company.
Rivas was the one who was always telling me about the women around him, the clients and the business relationships, which in those positions where we both worked, were the daily routine. That time he began to tell me about Jocelyn, a girl who, according to Rivas' description, should be about 26 years old, with a divine face and a spectacular body, of which Rivas emphasized the monumental size of her beautiful buttocks, but all this remained in the background when my friend tried to describe the sensual and suggestive diction of the way this girl communicated. Rivas tried to describe her by saying, "She sounds like she's having an orgasm when she talks to you. From then on, when he referred to Jocelyn, he identified her as "the voice of orgasm."
Jocelyn was the secretary of the local chamber of commerce and it was at one of those events our company was involved in that I had the opportunity to meet her. I never doubted my friend Rivas' excellent taste and Jocelyn fit the description: The girl I could describe as full-bodied, without giving her the adjective fat. A face with slanted eyes, eyebrows cut into a thin line, gracefully wavy eyelashes, a small, pointed nose, with full, fleshy lips that were regularly painted ruby. Obviously her buttocks were an eye-catcher, especially with her office attire clinging to her sensual and graceful body. But Rivas was right, her voice, the way she squinted her lips whenever she spoke, had that interdental touch that felt like permanent flirtation and instinctively, as if it were a spread of pheromones, produced an erection.
Rivas introduced her to me at one of these events and for some reason she sounded familiar and that evocative voice somehow became familiar to me. But in this business world you meet so many people that it's hard to remember every face and name we meet along the way. We made small talk, very mundane, but somehow I sensed that we both liked each other, or to put it in a way more in line with the intention of my story: we were both sexually attracted to each other.
Unfortunately Jocelyn was a newlywed, when I met her at that event she was only a few weeks old, and feeling that most of the time feelings take precedence over attraction, especially at that stage in our lives that is a newlywed, I carried on the relationship on a very professional basis for about three years. Three years in which I looked for excuses to be able to attend those chamber of commerce meetings and in which Rivas did not always invite me to accompany him. When I didn't attend, Rivas would always pass me notes of the greetings Jocelyn sent me and that my friend always exaggerated by adding that he thought the girl wanted something with me.
Three years passed and for the end of year celebrations, the chamber of commerce held its annual party for all its members and although Rivas was the direct contact with them, Jocelyn called me into my office to invite me: I would like you to attend, we will have fun and you have already had a few months of neglect. - This last statement was due to the fact that I had not been to a meeting for several months and with time Jocelyn had the confidence to flirt with me in a brotherly way, as I also listened to the way she addressed everyone else, even though my friend Rivas insisted that Jocelyn liked me.
The New Year's Eve event was the Friday before Christmas and was being held at a well-known hotel and there was an incentive to stay at the hotel and get a good discount, so I booked my room. Rivas invited me to attend and we agreed to bring other company representatives. A dozen of us from the company arrived and mingled and mixed with the crowd already on site.
Jocelyn has found us and takes us to a table reserved for each of us and for obvious reasons, since the idea of these gatherings is to meet new people from different companies, we are each at different tables, but coincidentally Jocelyn is seated next to me. There is music playing, a full service where waiters offer us cocktails and hors d'oeuvres before the formal dinner. Everything is very elegant and of course at our table, Jocelyn is the center of attraction and I can see the interest she generates in the men around her as they all want to engage her in conversation.
She wears a red dress, very appropriate for the season and with a neckline where she shows off her two rich breasts. I don't think anyone can ignore Jocelyn's presence and even women, for better or worse, are bound to be the focus of criticism.
The event has passed and it's about 11pm. I've already had a few cocktails with the assurance that I won't have to drive, I've danced with my friend Jill, who is a manager at one of our company's stores, and I've watched as Jocelyn has been stalked by some executives from other companies who I imagine are trying to get her to sleep with them. I don't blame them, if I had the chance I'd try that too. I take a break as a few company representatives begin to say hello and Rivas is the only one besides me who has another room booked. In those final handshakes I find myself, when Jocelyn appears and tells me in her flirtatious voice:
- I invited you to the party and you ignored me?
- What, all your admirers wouldn't even let me get within two feet of you!
- My admirers! -says with a smile.
- Yes! Miracle they left you alone for a few seconds.
- No way! They're all good friends... Shall we dance?
I couldn't say no, even though I didn't really want to, as the atmosphere was already waning with an already empty dance floor. Even though the music was for dancing freely, she held my hand until the end of the tune and took the opportunity to ask me if I was planning to leave or stay at the hotel. When I let her know I had a room, she asked if I could accompany her to the hotel's cafeteria or waiting room, to get a coffee while she passed the effects of the four drinks she said she had consumed. I don't object and a few minutes later we head to the hotel's bar/restaurant, as the event is over. But instead of ordering a coffee, she orders a margarita on the rocks and a whiskey for me. I laugh and tell her:
- I thought I'd wait with a coffee to let the others wear off.
- Don't tell me Mr. Zena that you have to report to your wife? - he says laughing and adds. - Besides, tomorrow is Saturday and we have all night to have fun.
- That's fine with me, but you don't have to report to your husband.
- My husband? No...he's in Mexico City and is coming in until Sunday. I'm single, Mr. Zena, at least for one more day. -she said with a laugh.
We chatted for several minutes and the whole thing took place talking about our respective partners, although she knows something of my situation and the tragedy I had to go through and takes the opportunity to offer me her understanding and perhaps with that courage that the effect of alcohol gives her she dares to ask me:
- I'm guessing now that it's been a long time since that situation, you've been in a relationship with another woman. You are not a fierce one! We all have needs.
- Jocelyn, I'm sorry, I don't regularly talk about these things with anyone. I hope you don't take it the wrong way.
- I'm sorry, Tony! It's just that you are very handsome and I understand your situation. It wouldn't be cheating since your wife isn't available for that need.
I think my friend Rivas must have told you all of this, because I never tell my personal stuff, and even in these stories I avoid bringing it to memory. But still, this opens the door for me to get to Jocelyn's intimacy:
- You know Jocelyn, no matter what the circumstances are, it's always going to be a betrayal, but I think, and I don't know if you see it that way, you can be sexually involved with half the world, but you're always going to love that person, and so we learn to live with that guilt.
- Maybe!
- Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?
- Not physically, but in your mind all the time.
- What do you think would lead you to be unfaithful to your husband?
- You would!
He surprises me with his sudden and brief response, because I really wasn't expecting it. I feel like those drinks and this margarita fill those insecurities we often have in our normal state. I laughed and want to treat it as a joke.
- You're funny - me, why me?
- For many things...you are a very polite, neat person...you really capture my attention. I seem very childish to you, don't I?
- No, I feel like you're talking about daisy. - And I laugh.
- Maybe, but I really like you. I'm sure I won't be the first to be attracted to you.
- What about your husband?
- Maybe he has been or is thinking about being in a relationship too. The truth I don't know, but it will happen eventually. It will happen one day, I'm sure of it.
I looked at him and I think I'm minutes and a few floors away from going up to the hotel room and fucking...
