White The Beginning of my New Sexual Practices
1. Auflage 2024
ISBN: 978-3-384-27945-3
Verlag: tredition
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures - Naked Illustrations
E-Book, Englisch, Band 117, 104 Seiten
ISBN: 978-3-384-27945-3
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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A bet to find love
It's very hard to believe that you can fall in love with two people at the same time, even I don't believe that at the moment, but I think that's what happened to me when I was 27. I also remember when I married my beautiful wife at the age of 21, I remember being sure that I would never cheat on her and at the age of 25 I had my first fling with a paid girl, of which I could never have been a threat, as it was an occasion of a moment of curiosity, since I had never paid for sex in my life.
I always said that if one day I was unfaithful to my wife, that risk should be worth it and being with a subservient sex I didn't look at the risk, but I satisfied my curiosity and the girl called Roxana, as I still remember her name, was really a very beautiful girl. I avoided a lot of temptation, because I've always been lucky with women and I think more than one of them may have thought that maybe I was homosexual, because I really had to literally say "NO" to some of them. Meeting Mary brought me to that risk and I started having that experience that many people say: I was making love to my wife while thinking about another woman.
We met in one of those statistics classes at the local university, where Mary at 21 was finishing her bachelor's degree that summer and I was finishing my second master's degree at the end of the year. From the moment we met we hit it off and were already sharing the same table that week. She seemed to be a bit quiet, I think she was still wary of speaking English in public, although I think she had a good command considering she had only lived in this country for 3 years and I liked her accent, although since she knew I spoke Spanish, she wouldn't leave my side, even during recess.
She was born in Cali, Colombia and was truly a living reflection of the beauty of the women said to be found there. At 27 years old, she was the first Colombian girl I had ever met and she was the only one who took several chances on me where my marriage was on the line. She was about 5'7" tall, maybe 120 to 130 pounds, very well proportioned. Perhaps her best attribute: it was all about her! Her whole anatomy. Straight brown hair that reached all the way down her back, honey-colored almond eyes...a pale complexion, a full-lipped mouth and a small nose that made her facial beauty symmetrical. Her face was exquisite, attracting anyone and it was a delight to see Maria wearing her jeans, with her pastel blouses that highlighted the most sensual attributes of her exquisite body: her buttocks and breasts.
In my class or that class, I never told anyone that I was married or that my wife was pregnant with my first child and Mary never asked me either, but as time went on, I think she as a woman sensed it. I didn't wear rings, I never got a ring for any graduation; I didn't really like jewelry. My wife knew that and it wasn't even in the third or fourth place for her. We had a harmonious relationship and the sex with her was phenomenal, although in those months, because of her pregnancy, we didn't do it as often, and between that and her new role as a lawyer, the stress was taking its toll physically and psychologically. And even though Mary was quiet and seemed a bit cautious and restrained, she was the one who invited me to parties and dances, which of course I couldn't attend given my condition.
I think we liked each other from the moment we saw each other and everyone in the class thought we were a couple because they always saw us together. I should clarify that this experience happened to me in the 1990's and at that time there were no cell phones, the internet was in its infancy and the only thing advanced in the communication age was the "beeper" or pager. This is why I was able to have my time with Mary without being monitored by my wife, although I don't think she ever suspected me. Sometimes we would go to lunch together, but I think she wanted more time from me and I couldn't give it to her and that's why I think she became suspicious and without asking, Maria started to move away from me little by little.
I think she tried to make me jealous with some of my classmates and see how I reacted, but there wasn't much I could do about it, even though I felt it hurt a little bit because she was free and I wasn't. We had a degree of trust, but we always joked around respectfully. We had a degree of trust, but we always joked respectfully and that's why when I offered her a bet, I think she was a little shocked and upset for sure.
What changed the whole picture was the 1994 World Cup held here in the United States. The Colombian team was not only the favorite to win their group, they were also one of the favorites to lift the cup. For Maria, the loss to Romania in the opening game of this World Cup was something she saw as a factor of bad luck, a bad day for her team, but she was more than convinced that the United States, my team, would pay the price. Everyone was betting their $20.00 against each other, even Maria was part of those bets and that's when I told her in Spanish so that no one would understand: I bet you my 1965 Mustang for a couple of hours that I can do whatever I want with you. - That was my bet.
- Are you kidding or are you crazy? - was his reaction.
- I'm crazy about you! But I'm not kidding.
- I could never have imagined this about you!
- I don't either Maria! But I think if your team is as good as I think it is, you shouldn't think it's a serious risk? I, on the other hand, have all the odds stacked against me.
The others perhaps saw the atmosphere as a little cold or annoying on Maria's part and laughed and asked us what was going on. I lied to everyone and told them in English that Maria didn't want to accept my offer: my Mustang in exchange for $500.00 and I also gave her the benefit of the draw. I knew she needed a car, as she had recently had problems with hers and that same week I had loaned her my Mustang to get her around without difficulty. I had another vehicle at my disposal, so the only thing I could do was make my wife think it was stolen or I don't know what excuse I could come up with, because the truth was that my odds were more than against me. Maria with a contemptuous smile made me the counterproposal using her native language: I accept the bet on one condition... that those who are here know nothing about it and that if I lose the bet, I will choose the place and time. I replied.
I had gone to watch the long-awaited game live at the stadium, with the double sadness of knowing that not only would I lose my friendship with Maria because of my foolish audacity, but also the car that was a gift from my mother. Perhaps the only thing that mitigated the anxiety was the fact that I would be giving something of mine to this beautiful girl that I knew she urgently needed. We all know the story and it was a bucket of cold water for all Colombians in the heat of the California desert. I really didn't think the US was already in the next round, but if Maria could go back on her word.
The game was June 22, 1994, it was a Tuesday, and when we had class on Thursday, Maria did not show up that day. For an entire week she kept me anxious because I never asked for her phone number, even though I had given her my pager number. When he did show up, he paid off all his bets and approached me and said, "I'm still on hold with you...just give me some time while I assimilate this nonsense." Those were her exact words. Since then I haven't seen her smile, she wasn't so friendly with me anymore, she definitely distanced herself from me and that really hurt me and when I wanted to talk to her, she would totally avoid me, pretending to be busy, when in reality I wanted to tell her to forget everything; that she didn't need to submit, but she never let me talk.
The last three weeks of those summer classes were like that, Maria on her side and me on mine. The only thing she said to me when we finished our final exams was something very brief: - Remember we agreed that I would pick the time and place? - Don't worry about it. I replied. - And she left in the company of other friends from the class.
I thought I would never see or hear from her again, but two months later, on Monday, October 4, 1994, I received a number on my pager and called without expecting to hear her voice. She greeted me as if she was a little distant, I could hear it, at least that was what her voice projected. It was also that day that I told her to forget everything and excuse my boldness, but she was brief as if to say: take it or leave it. She gave me a sort of: this is your chance and these are the days available and basically gave me the remaining days of the week with times from 8:00 am to 3:00 pm: -Choose one and I will mark you down when I have an address to give you. With some anxiety and nervousness I said, -Tomorrow!
The next day I arrived much earlier at the office, anxiously awaiting the call. I made up an excuse to be absent most of the time, which happened quite often since the job gave me this flexibility. At exactly 8:00 I get the number of an unknown phone and it is Maria, who tells me that she is 40 minutes away at a hotel on the beach. I check with my map and set off in search of her. Perhaps the longest and most anxious minutes of my life. The place is a small one-story motel on the shore of the Pacific Ocean, but it has a nice view and each room has a small private terrace. From a distance I can see her and it's the first time I've seen this beautiful woman in a dress, I had always seen her in jeans and a blouse. I have to say that she was beautiful and when I got closer, I could also see that she was wearing makeup. Her full lips were enlarged, her almond shaped eyes with that black eyeliner enveloped me in another dimension. She had to...
