Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

"You know, all my life, I've always seen women desperately trying to be thin. I have to admit you are my first curvy... you are a work of art." Tristan caressed the curve of Harper’s hip with his thumb, pressing slightly until it left a faint red mark on her soft skin. "Look at these hips. So full. And this chest..." Tristan rubbed the top of Harper’s bosom, which was tight against her chef uniform. "How full. I want to bury my face here." Harper closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. All this time, her body had always been a source of shame. But in this room, her body was worshipped as if it were something sacred.

*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.

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.

Blessing halted what she was doing and turned to look at him. "Yeah I know, and there's no problem with that is there?" Saying that, she put her hands on her hips. Austin swallowed dryly, he took in her body like it's the best kind of art. Her breasts were full, her waist thin and her luscious ass. He could feel himself aroused. He shook his head and was about to go in the shower when… "You want me to take care of that?" Blessing pointed to his sprawling member, leaking a pre cum.

"All the other girls are wearing bikinis. Why are you all covered up? It's pretty hot in here." "Do you think I want to be in this? I don't have a tiny waist or thin legs. I'd be ridiculed if I wore a bikini!" Felicity replied, annoyed. Vermont was momentarily taken aback upon hearing that. He smiled and said, "You should know that curvy bodies are just as beautiful as slender ones. Plus, the dream bods you see in the media are often unrealistic. Do you think those celebrities actually want to be that skinny? They do it for the camera. Do you know that some only consume carbs once every few days?"

Eros said. Brecc approached her. “Don’t question our words. We want you. Naked. Spread open and on display. We want every single curve on your body. Those little areas that make a woman insecure? We love it. Your breasts, your hips, your thighs. All of it.” She smirked and shook her head. “All of it?” “All. Of. It.” Brecc said, rubbing a hand on her abdomen. “Your curves are part of your beauty. Don’t let another person’s beauty standards cloud your thinking. You know we are not lying. You can sense it.”