Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

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The sight of her took my breath. Her caramel skin glowed under the dim lighting, every curve of her toned body drawing me in. My eyes traced the swell of her breasts, rising and falling with each rapid breath. My fingers ached to trace every curve of her body—from the slight arch of her waist to her smooth slender thighs. Every part of her was fucking exquisite.

Again, she lowered her butt, raised her shoulders and legs up, and then was able to remove the last remaining piece of clothing completely. 'Hmm,' Clara thought. 'Flexible too. And damn she's beautiful!' Clara's opinion didn't sway as Shamira stood up and gave her a front double bicep pose. Abdominal muscles strained, biceps stood up, and those shoulders looked like they could take Atlas's burden away. Pose after pose showcased that body, and each position made Clara more amorous. And that clit! She'd heard that bodybuilders often had larger than average pleasure nubs, but it was beautiful. She shed her own minuscule bits of clothing and prepared to train her lover.

How did she know my dreams? As I gazed at Bella, her stunning beauty struck me. Her curly red hair cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall. But it was her physique that truly captivated me – curves that rivaled the goddess Aphrodite herself. Bella's outfit accentuated her curves, leaving me mesmerized. Her tight white crop top hugged her plump breasts, while her slim, toned stomach beckoned attention. The beautiful innie of her navel was a delightful surprise. Her hips and waist seemed almost unreal, a perfect blend of slender and curvy.

The bodice is fitted, which made me a little conscious of the small bump starting to show. When I walked out, Abby’s mouth almost reached the floor, I took that as a positive boost of courage and twirled when she asked me to. “God, I wish I have curves like you do. I have tried everything but my body refuses to hold onto a little of flesh.” I chuckled seeing the small pout she had on. It was gone in a second and she clapped excitedly. “My god, do you look hit!” She exclaimed loudly. “The alpha will have to give me a special gift for this one.”

"For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been... robust. And at the same time, for as long as I can remember, I’ve seen beautiful women with perfect bodies modeling in front of me... I... I’m sure I’ll seem like a joke when I walk that catwalk and am compared to them." "Perfect bodies? What do you call perfect?" "You know, those sculptural bodies, with perfect measurements, no marks, no fat, no lines... Quite the opposite of mine." "Oh, Ava! Do you think that because those women look like that, they have perfect bodies? Your body is perfect just the way it is! It’s yours! You shouldn’t compare it to anyone! Do you know everything those women go through to have a body like that?" "I know,

And the one who makes me the most money for it. And he's right. Mitchell has a magnificent body. The curves of her hips form the silhouette of a guitar. Her round breasts were perfectly shaped even without a bra. Her smooth, well-groomed skin gave her an air of complete elegance. A beautiful woman in face and body. But a woman destined to be mine. I want her. I don´t want no other man watching her, but I have to keep it for me, for now.

The bond I’m going to sever myself today. He curves his lips as my eyes follow a drop of water trailing down his body all the way till it dies at the edge of the towel. Men’s bodies are so different than ours. Even with two noticeable bumps on our chest, women's bodies are so smooth and flat. Every inch is one part of a large curve. But not men’s. They have muscles popping out everywhere, from their stomachs to their back to their arms, even their necks! It’s like all the emotion they are hiding in, is trying to stand out in the form of muscles. Or scars.

I had never been one to enforce my beliefs on anyone, but if it was something that they wanted to do, I would happily teach them the traditions of my people. “Yes please,” said Dante, shutting his eyes tightly. Asher took a few more seconds, shaking his head at Dante's forehead first, before even considering shutting his eyes. “Bless this food, oh, moon goddess.” “Bless the food moon goddess,” they responded. Close enough. “May the water quench our thirst and the foods nurture our growth.” “... nurture our growth.” “And now you can go ahead to eat. Bon appetite,” I said, ripping the bread apart and chewing on it while I scooped up a spoon of tomato soup. It was so perfect that I worried that

Fucking adorable. I knew I should greet her, but my tongue was tied for the first time in my life. Instead, I circled her slowly, looking at every curve of her body and enjoying the light in her eyes as I did so. Her waist pulled in, giving her a perfect hourglass shape, and the curve of her stomach was the most intoxicating combination. I had always loved a woman with curves, and hers were just right. I groaned as I admired how her dress hung over her toned ass. She was a goddess.