Blessed Body Curves Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The black silk laid loosely on her body, and it was transparent. I was blessed—yes, blessed with the sight of a body carved by God. Her curves were effortlessly visible, and her skin glossed. “When did you return, huh?” she crooned, her voice dripping with cuteness. She pressed harder on Aleskander, spilling her hands into his chest. At that point, I thought the Sin of Pride was gay. Because he didn't react to the touch of a goddess. “Say something to be Alesky,” she purred, her fingers crawling to his lips.

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.

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.

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 cute cheeks were blessed with cute dimples and her pitched lips was one of a kind, calling for a kiss each time a man saw her. As she slept on her belly, she suddenly turned to sleep on her side, literally letting the duvet go off her completely and her tits were now standing outside the duvet. They were so big, so big an adult face would be lost in between them, but this was one of her pride and her powers. Not only was her tits revealed, but the duvet went off her completely, so her full body was out to the world, and her sexy curves were the most amazing part of her body and a killer to men. It was said that women with this kind of curves were good dancers, or should I say, good twerk