Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

Her exposed body is making it harder for me to concentrate. She has an amazing body; her stomach is extremely flat and toned. And her breast are well proportioned in that little black lace number of hers. Add that with her amazing curves and you get every mans fantasy and my reality. Her heartbeat was racing as I scowled down at her, but no matter how tempting she may be, I won’t give in to her. I won’t show any weakness before her.

In my case, perfect timing is my right hand. I made sure that my tummy is completely flat as I walk. I'm not only a tall and petite model, I'm also curvy in a way that others consider impossible. I am sexy and body can prove it. It's even all natural. No procedures of plastic surgeries were even done for me to look this good. I'm born to be in the modeling industry. And it's just right that they consider me as one of the best. I'm lucky? Nah, I'm blessed.

"I mean... you made me. Or Abbie made me. Whatever. After what you did to me in my office, how can you...?!" God, she looked incredible curled up on her side like that. If it was a pose, she pulled it off beautifully, but I think it was simply her body's most natural position when too meek to pull herself off the floor. The lines of her, the curves, the way gravity affected this but not that... it was something to behold.

Mrs. Lim stood by the glass wall, which displayed the flickering lights of the city in Singapore. The large-bodied woman gazed at the reflection of her figure competing with the bright city lights. Her body had a sexy silhouette in her husband's eyes. Large breasts, a narrow waist, curvy hips, and a prominent buttocks. An appearance that made Tera feel insecure during her youth, but when she started studying in Singapore and got to know various fashion styles and different perspectives, Tera realized that her curves had their own value. Apparently, there were people who considered this non-proportional body as a form of beauty, a body trend, a form of freedom, and even some like Sebastian wh

Then, she added without looking at Gray, “Well, it’s also true that humans indeed are amazing.” Hearing that, he raised his head and showed a silly smile towards Sierra. She ignored him once again and continued, “There are two types of blessed people. The one who born with it or the one who earns it. Naturally, the one who born with it is more powerful and bear a rare Blessing, but it’s once in a million. So, how about the one who earns it?” Gray questioned her back curiously, “Does it mean they can learn?”

The water clung to it, highlighting the smooth, dimpled skin he wanted to worship. She turned slightly, giving him a fuller view, and Dominic’s control frayed further. Her body was mesmerizing—every curve a testament to softness and strength. The way her waist nipped in before flaring out into those hips. The heavy sway of her breasts as she reached up to wash her hair, arms lifting and causing the soft undersides to lift enticingly. Stretch marks faintly marked the skin of her hips and stomach, silver lines that made her look real, lived-in, *his*. He wanted to trace them with his tongue, tell her they were beautiful, that her body wasn’t “too much”—it was everything.

The more I thought about it, the stranger everything became. I had always loved sundresses, especially ones made from soft, stretchy fabric that moved easily with my body. After smoothing a light body lotion over my skin—the bottle conveniently placed on the vanity where I couldn’t miss it—I slipped into one. The dress was a soft sage green, falling just above my knees. I slipped my feet into a pair of soft house slippers before walking over to the full-length mirror. I slowly turned from side to side, watching the fabric settle gently over my curves.

Red stretched her arms and body out on the platform bed, twisting and arching, making a show of her naked body in a move that was a visual invitation to all of the men watching. Even with his limp cock, David felt her pull of passionate desire for the healthy former surfer. Red was hot, she had worked hard to stay really good looking since she lost her leg. None could fault the results of her workout drill.

I laid back on the plush white sheets, a stark contrast to the sinewy, taut perfection that was Alex Newsome. My eyes had hungrily traced the contours of his muscles, each one defined to the point of artistic mastery—a Michelangelo's David brought to life. His was like brushed steel under the soft lights, and I was momentarily lost in the landscape of his physical prowess. Broad shoulders tapered down to a chiseled torso, muscles rippling with every movement. His body was a testament to discipline and raw, masculine allure.

I felt like defaming her body even though it was wrong. “If so, it used to be fleshy!” Charlotte replied. “She must have lost weight after she kept mute and started to exercise. Regardless, she is still curvy. She has that figure that most men would die to get. If you were a man, won’t you look at those curves? I am curvy and you are too but we both can’t measure up to Elena. Hers is on a different level.” “Do not bring up that again!” I told her carefully. “My body shape and yours can’t be measured together. I am on a different level from you. I am curvy and I have a very fleshy butt. You were never curvy. Stop fooling, okay.”