Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

It was the best. My face was slim and sharp with long features. I felt my breasts feeling them melt and morph under my touch. The curves underneath them were round and firm. I felt my thick nipples which were the color of cocoa. In them was the power to drive men into a wild frenzy for generations. My hands moved smoothly down my well-curvy sides down to cup my ample ass. My ass was thick so much so that it would jiggle to the slightest touch. My body was a weapon and I was fully aware of that. I also knew how to use it.

Her beautiful curved body were transparent in the gown, but she just looked so adorable. Jade zoomed in the picture. She looked so cute in it.

I traced the patterns with my fingertips, acknowledging the strength that lay beneath the surface. Apart from the slowly healing scars, my body spoke of a different story. My gaze lingered on the curves and contours, a visual journey of self-discovery. My breasts, at least a D cup, exuded softness and allure. My curvy figure embraced flesh where it counted, a testament to my sex appeal.

I needed her to find out what really happened that night. When I leaned over her, I realized her beauty and delicacy. She was perfect! The angelic curves of her golden body, her generous breasts hidden under her yellow bra, her slim waist and tiny hips, highlighted the perfection of her ballerina-like body that ended with long, straight legs.

" He replies. "Are you shy about your body?" Tamica chimes in. "You can't possibly be. Not when you are blessed with such a beautiful body. Look at you, your curves, those tits and ass. Most women would kill for your body. I would kill for your body. There is no reason to be embarrassed. You are perfect. Trust me, I know firsthand." "I'm not ashamed of my body, no, I just-" I take a deep breath to calm my raging nerves.

I suck in a shaky breath and start scrolling with a determination to maybe accept the positive things and compliments that people are showering on me. I move from post to post, every set of pictures loaded with comments. I expected the positive comments to be only on that one post. I didn’t expect that every single post would be flooded with them. There are multiple different renditions of beautiful, stunning, sexy and then several talking about my specific body parts. Then there are the comments about my “curves.” I wrinkle my nose at the misrepresentation of my fat rolls. Curves. HA! If that’s what they want to call them, more power to them.

Sex thoughts later. Or maybe I really wasn’t built for this. Look at me, pure hourglass, all curves on curves. I never said no to indulgence, and yet somehow my waist was still tucked in just enough to make me look balanced. Lucky genes, maybe. Not exactly the body type you see in biking tutorials, though.

I know I'm beautiful and I work hard for my beauty, so, denying it or pretending I don't know it’s stupid and a waste of time. Sure, working out is never in my plans, but the gods of genetics have blessed me with a pretty decent body without much effort. I'm just not skinny at all, unlike other omegas, I'm curvy and my butt is big. My soft body makes my designation immediately obvious to anyone who lays their eyes on me.

The top clung snugly to her torso, lifting and shaping her chest in a way that emphasized her natural curves. Her skin shone like polished porcelain, evidence to her expertise as a beauty and skincare professional. Every curve, every line of her arms and shoulders, seemed deliberately showcased, a subtle advertisement of her flawless, firm, and radiant complexion. His toe kept digging further until she could feel her centre responding to his moves. "Silly me" She muttered under her breaths, cursing her body for reacting even though she felt differently about his insulting moves. Her panties tightened around her as she felt her wetness filling it up.