Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

Whenever I subtly swept my fingertips down my white nape and cleavage, the places where the rough grip of that imposing man had swept past burned and shuddered as if scorched by fire. My expressions toward others became noticeably more relaxed. Without even realizing it, an enigmatically languid and benevolent smile lingered on my lips. My skin, once parched and ashy from an ascetic and neurotic life, now flowed with a smooth luster as if coated in the highest grade of camellia oil. The curves of my entire body overflowed with taut vitality like rising moisture, unbelievable for an age nearing fifty. The old saying that a woman's body is truly a wicked creature that feeds and grows on a male

“I love your curves.” She had plenty of curves. She’d never possessed the athletic slenderness that Hollywood and fashion runways considered beautiful, but she was comfortable with her body and glad that Jace appreciated it. Her dancing kept her in good shape, but her feet never touched a treadmill. Her heavy br**sts fell free of her bra, and he cupped them, gazing at the flesh overflowing from his hands. He lowered his head to kiss the soft globes, his tongue sliding over her ni**les. Aggie’s belly tightened. She rested her hands on his shoulders as he kissed his way down the center of her belly. He removed her jeans, panties, and sandals with equal care and agonizing slowness. By the time

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.

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.

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.