Hot Dora Novels & Stories

“Don’t die, Dora.” “I won’t if you promise to kiss me better when I return.” “Right now, I don’t even want to stop kissing you. I feel like it’s all the supplements I need to be healthy.” Dora chuckles, and I am tempted to kiss those dimples, but I pull back instead. She has a deadly battle to fight, and I don’t want to be a distraction; she’s already very frightened. Dora holds both my hands, smiling at me, and I find myself smiling back, “Once all this is over, I get The reaper’s head on a tray and I’m finally free, let’s run away to Africa together and start a new, blossoming life.”

Dora's trouble was real. Mark visited the set and invited her to dinner afterward. Dora didn't want to offend him. So, she agreed to go. But, Mark turned out to be ruthless, spiking her drink with an aphrodisiac. Dora could handle her alcohol well. But after just one beer, she felt incredibly dizzy. Realizing something was wrong, she quickly excused herself to the restroom and called Winston. "Winston, someone spiked my drink, I'm at..." She quickly gave him the address briefly and then returned to the table, acting as if nothing had happened.

She questions and I smile as I applaud her. "It was beautiful. And to think your round self could dance. "I reply and tease. "Hey! I'm not round, nor fat. I'm just thick. And so are you. "She replies, and I burst into a fit of laughter. Johan is a cute shortie, who is indeed thick. She has a portable stature and isn't in any way fat. I just felt like pulling her legs. I watch her open her legs, and out the phone between her legs. Back up there, somewhere.

Dax The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I’m convinced she’s who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There’s not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

Thea While Thea danced hot on the stage, men cheer her up and stake money, Cassie and Camila also cheer her up. They were going to be naughty and glad that the men weren't there. During her performance, Thea caught the gaze of one man in particular but noticed the way he looked at her. He was giving off the energy of a pervert. Since she used to work at the club and met different types of men. This one looked like an abuser, he had an air around him that made me feel uncomfortable so I looked away from him and moved to another pole to stay away from him but he started yelling at me to come to his side. He staked more money and chased me around.

I ran my fingers lightly along the shaft, feeling the heat emanating from his arousal. I looked up at him, meeting his dark gaze with my own as I trailed kisses along his thighs. The anticipation in his eyes was palpable, a mix of desire and longing that mirrored my own. I gave him a little hand job, feeling the weight of his member in my hand as I caressed his balls with my fingers. I could feel the heat emanating from him, a physical manifestation of his arousal. With a deep breath, I took him into my mouth, feeling the heat of his cock against my tongue.

Her physique had changed ever since she started cultivating her witch powers so she didn't get any hangovers when she woke up but instead felt fully refreshed. Dayton and Jay did not sleep tight and were the first to wake up, with the last two arriving downstairs some minutes after her. "I had a weird dream last night." Dora revealed as she took sip after sip from her glass of water. "I dreamt that I was a dragon fly, then I turned into a big blue dragon, then I ate the sun and my scales turned red." "And—" April who was listening attentively asked. "I forgot." Dora shook her head. Downing the remaining water in her cup. "It just feels......weird."

That morning, they spent time with hot activities to warm up their bodies in the cold weather. "How do you have such amazing stamina?" Jack asked in surprise after they came out of the shower two hours later. "Freya gave me vitamins. They're from Bjorn," Elena replied innocently. Inwardly, he cursed the man. How could Bjorn give Elena libido enhancer when she didn't need it at all? Now he was thankful she wasn't pregnant or the fetus could have been in danger from their wild activities. "Tsk, next time don't accept it. You don't need it. You're already so wild in bed. You'll get tired," he admonished as he got dressed.

Drake fanned his overheated body with the flick of his hand, while Natty looked at her watch with an annoyed and anxious face as she waited long enough. “Come on, let’s just go in and maybe Helena has some sudden business and can’t come. After all, it’s our date. Why stick around for her?” said Drake, who was a little upset that he had been sultry by the scorching sunshine that rained down on him for an hour.

Her eyes are wide, glassy with terror. Ceres (panting): “Buried… he’s buried. The walls—closing in. Chains too tight. He can’t breathe.” Maera rises from the stone mat, robes whispering against the floor. Maera: “The bond flared again?” Ceres (nodding fast): “Worse this time. I felt the dungeon. The heat. His heart… slowing.” Maera (placing a hand over Ceres’s chest): “Describe it.” Ceres: “There was gold fire above him… But it didn’t comfort. It watched. And something in him wanted to scream, but the chains wouldn’t let him.”