Dora the Sex-Plorer: French Kiss (Book 1 of "Dora the Sex-Plorer!"‪)‬

Dora wins the lottery and decides to screw her way around the world! Her first stop is Paris, and her first target is Fortun, a handsome young artist whose fingers are equally skilled on canvas or in bed! It's a sexy romp that is only the beginning. Don't miss the first chapter in the saga of "Dora the Sex-Plorer!"

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Dora shut and locked the door, then turned and stepped into Fortun’s arms. They held her close. “Do you need to do anything?” she asked. “Bathe? Mouthwash?” Use the toilet? her mind added unhelpfully.

“Let us see,” he replied. Slowly, giving her the chance to back away if she wished, he lowered his mouth to hers.

“Mmmmm,” Dora sighed. Fortun tasted of the red wine they had ordered with their dinner, and desire. She swayed forward until the tips of her breasts touched his chest, lost in the fever of his kiss. “Yes,” she breathed when their lips parted. “I think you will be acceptable.” She turned, presenting her back. “Unzip me, please?”

Cool air hit her skin as Fortun lowered her zipper. When it reached her waist, she shrugged off the straps, then held still, waiting. After an endless moment, the young man took the hint and undid the hooks of her bra as well.

Dora, now naked to the waist, turned and looked up, gauging the young man’s reaction to her. She smiled at his expression. Fortun might not be openly drooling. He was far too suave and urbane for that. But his wide dark eyes held all the admiration and hunger a woman could wish. She kissed him again, tempering his eagerness with a hand on his chest, her palm flat on his shirt. Not pushing him away, no. Just letting him know she needed time. A long kiss, a slow kiss, a deep, soft, wet kiss, and now she was lifting her hands, combing her shaking fingers through Fortun’s thick, dark hair, pulling him down to her as his hands cupped her breasts, and she sensed more than felt his manhood thicken, grow, lift, harden into an iron bar, urgent for release, eager to take her to bed.

With a gasp, Dora pulled away. “Wait.”

Fortun raised his eyebrows, but obeyed, and Dora thought about how wise she had been to choose a younger man. She pushed down her dress leaving her completely bare, except for her heels and her panties, and she led him into her bedroom. The sensation gave her a naughty little thrill, and she felt herself growing wet.

No. Not wet. Wetter.