Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

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.

*Hazel* I wore a flay skirt, the band firm against my tiny waist, perfectly outlining my wide hips and round ass. I had always known I was curvy, but with the proper nutrients and care I had received since arriving at the Dark Silver Pack, my body had taken on an even more striking allure. Every curve felt more pronounced, yet natural, giving me a confident sway with every step. The skirt hugged me in all the right places, highlighting my figure without being too revealing, a balance I had learned to appreciate.

I declared as I tossed her the collar. I once again examined her body. She had a body that will make The goddess of beauty, Aphrodite squeal in envy. Her breasts were perfect, they were beyond the D-cup and showed no signs of being saggy. She had curves that personified the expression "Hourglass figure". And of course, she wouldn't be a rich CEO without the perfect skin care. I will enjoy my time tormenting her. She picked up the collar and put in around her neck. I raised my phone once again to take more pictures. "Now," I said. "Crawl to me."

Filled with curiosity once again, Adaline clicked on the video. A beautiful face with a stunning body was now displayed on Adaline's phone screen. As a woman, Adaline was automatically drawn to aspire for a figure like that. A body with perfect curves coveted by all women. Smooth skin without blemish, a flawless face that seemed well cared for. And Jovanka Lawrence seemed more like a real-life angel.

But now, I care about my curves. "Your Grace, your curves are beautiful. If you could build up some muscle through exercise, you would be the most attractive woman in our training ground." I remembered what my maid had said. Attractive? Sexy? No one has ever used these words to describe me before, and I don't think they have anything to do with me. Beowulf was obsessed with my body last night. He kissed my neck, then my breasts, then my belly. He also likes to caress my butt, thighs and waist.

Jesus, you are perfect. No piece of fabric spoils the endless curves of that warm and fertile flesh. Her breasts were full and born to fill a man's hand, her nipples the color of a ripe strawberry, beckoning for a man's tongue. Her hips are shaped like a classic hourglass that appeared in the artist's first imagination instead of the skeleton shape dictated by current fashion trends. Endless long legs. A small piece of red underwear was the only thing blocking his gaze.

CHAPTER 104: HIS WOMAN VS HIS EX-WIFE The woman was voluptuous. Her curves falls on each corner and on its right places. A bodycon was hugging her perfectly shaped waist and chest. They were tight, but fair enough to flaunt her assets and what beautiful of a woman she had work on to achieve who she is, or perhaps it was on genetics. I couldn’t help, but get jealous. She was more than the average I was. My chest falls between in the middle, it wasn’t big, but I am on B group. And my body—I have baby fats on my stomach, my arms were like jelly, incomparable to some women around my age. It made me envious. I will admit that I was kind of...permissive.

I had spent my entire adult life surrounded by very thin, artificially enhanced women who only ate small salads and spent hours performing cardio at the luxury gym. The woman standing by the door possessed a completely natural, plump, and incredibly soft body. I found her thick curves absolutely gorgeous. I wanted to walk across the room, pull her against my chest, and feel her softness pressed against me. I forced myself to look up from her beautiful body and focus on her face. Her thick dark hair was completely plastered to her cheeks by the rain. She was shivering violently, wrapping her arms tightly across her chest to preserve her fading body heat.

Lyric Adams pov Side-eyeing Cesan and seeing him walking strangely, I furrowed my brow at him. We had reached the tree-lined, and Ojani was chomping for my shift. “Is there something wrong with you? Did your hips give out?" Pffting me, he shook his head before growling, “I'm in perfect shape and have NO issues whatsoever.” After his declaration, Cesan adjusted himself and stood up straight. I pinched my mouth seeing the outline of his erection.

As I examined her body, I couldn't deny the truth—she possessed a beauty that would make the goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite, green with envy. Her breasts were perfect, well beyond the D-cup, and showed no signs of sagging. Her curves were like those of an hourglass, perfectly proportioned and tantalizingly alluring. Each curve and contour of her body seemed sculpted by a divine hand, radiating an otherworldly allure that was impossible to ignore.