Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

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?”

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.”

Scooby had helped him to sit in the armchair where he would be more comfortable and he didn't even look like he was paralyzed. Her grace spread already from her graceful walk, and her body with its well distributed curves made the movements even more perfect, in her small and low-cut dress, but when she began to show off on the pole is where her brightness drew the attention of all men, many dollars were thrown on her stage, but none could own her body.

I gasped then, my cheeks coloring. “Too thin?” I parroted dumbly. “But… but … look at me!” I sputtered, gesturing to my figure. Even in the college sweatshirt and jeans, it was obvious that I was curvy, the cotton unable to hide the swell of my girls, my thighs thick on the stool. I have a “thigh smush,” where there’s absolutely no space between my clunkers, no light to be seen. But I like it. I love being curvy, sassy, and fine. It makes me feel confident and powerful, it was just surprising to hear that my man wanted more. After all, the “preferred body shape” was skinny, but I guess Ronan had different tastes?

“My dearest Miss Sommer! You truly have the most amazing body ever! Just look at your fair, long, lean legs! Even the best models in the business would surrender at the sight of them. And your butt! Incredibly sexy, just like a ripe peach! Oh, and let’s not forget the jaw-droppingly perfect proportions of your waist and chest—perfection is what they are!