Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

My body craved her in more than one way–sacredly and lewdly. She hesitated for another second but turned around and walked to the bed. She was not twig-thin, but she was perfectly moulded with a small trim waist that fit perfectly in my hands, her breasts were not full, but they were a handful, squeezably, and her hips, were perfectly curvy giving her an hourglass shape. Her perfectly round ass jiggles with each step. Fuck. It looked fuckable.

Sony sauntered into the gym, her lithe body poured into a skintight dress that left little to the imagination. The garment hugged her every curve, from her ample breasts to her toned ass, leaving no doubt that she was the epitome of female perfection. As she moved through the room, every eye followed her, drawn to the mesmerizing sway of her hips and the tantalizing jiggle of her breasts with each step.

The sleeves were torn, and the fabric clung to my body, revealing the curves I often tried to hide. The soft glow from the bathroom light caught the curve of my waist as I lifted the shirt over my head, exposing the smooth skin of my shoulders, and the subtle dip of my collarbone. I wasn’t petite by any means, but I was well-formed, an hourglass figure that I never quite knew how to embrace. My stomach was toned from the constant movement, but there was a lingering softness in the curve of my hips, a softness that always felt at odds with the harsh reality I lived in.

he whispered, his eyes trailing her body, she has a very gorgeous curves, slim body, pretty face, her body as a whole is an example of the word 'Gorgeous' After ravaging her with his eyes, whilst his hands racked her body, he flet his dick harding more and if he didn't stop be would lose himself more to her, he chuckled and left for a shower in her bathroom.

Sonia's point of view... Maroon is always my favorite color and velvet can enhance its shades further. The golden thread embroidery on the kurta gave it a royal touch which looked amazing and over everything else, this man, though a devil is really so dangerously handsome. A great combination of fair complexion and perfect figure. As if the sculptor had taken special time and effort to make himself into what he is. With a strong muscular and perfect-shaped body to his regularly trained biceps and triceps. A perfect eight-pack abb body which could be observed through his clothes. He could easily make any girl crazy for him.

But even the affirmative was an understatement. Ava's body was pure woman, a sweeping form of generous curves as beautiful as they were delicious. She possessed the kind of body the Greeks and Romans celebrated in sculpture, a potent exemplar of utter femininity. Her breasts were large on her chest, her hardened nipples a shadowy rose, and her recently flattened stomach unveiled the narrow waist immediately beneath. Her hips were soft and rounded, her thighs youthfully plump, and her skin was like sateen ribbon, silken and glowing in the direct glare of the fireplace.

And his body could, put the god's own into shame, muscular slim curved in the rightful places, the man could be described in two words: sinful gorgeous. That moment, he was kneeling with a slightly trembling body, while a pretty female was standing beside his kneeling body, a whip in her hand. Her face and body could turn on even the impotent and castrated. Her breast was full, and her ass was a little bigger, complimenting the upper. Her body curves were in the most rightful places, her hair like a waterfall reaching almost her ass, and was cut in a straight line.

It's been days now but Maverick wants her to do exercise every day just to make sure she is getting better. The first time she had worn the sports outfit which comprises of a short sports shirt and pants. You know all those yoga pants. The one that hugs the back curve tightly and outlines the pant area. Maverick's eyes almost bulged out. He choked on his saliva as soon as he saw that sweet curve. The perfect figure eight. God! Which part of his eyes saw that she was fat? T is blind. This can't be classified as fat. It is simply called created beautifully in his image. Hahahaha, that statement is for you all who know the scripture well in the Bible.

“Ma, please I am really famished and hungry” “I am so sorry, its the new policy” The woman answered cheerfully Turning back in anger, he collided with his face pressed into something warm, extremely smooth and soft, she reared backwards about to fall, George put his hands on her waist, steadying her but the feel of her body, She swallowed deeply as his hands went around her, shocked, he moved his hands on her body, “Soft Curves” “You are nothing but a mass of curves”

The kind of round that makes you believe in God because only a divine being could sculpt something that perfect. It sits high on her frame, defying gravity, and when she wears those tight yoga leggings - which is every single class - you can see every curve, every muscle, every shift and bounce. When she bends into downward dog, her ass rises toward the ceiling like an offering to the heavens, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning out loud. When she drops into pigeon pose, her cheeks spread and you can see the outline of her pussy through the thin fabric, and I've literally had to excuse myself to the bathroom.