Curvy Futa Novels & Stories

** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed King and Naomi’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Killer Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #3) Aidan and Gabi’s story, is the next book and it’s for sale here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to please check on my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

Right away, Curtis gave a rare smile of his own back, returned King’s nod, turned his attention to a table in the corner that was getting a bit loud. “So, it looks like the last one of you determined single-guy types has taken himself off the market,” Tessa said to King. “First Jax and Sarah, then you and Naomi, then Dillon and Maria.” She turned to Aidan. “Then you and Gabi, then Mac and Mirrie, now Curtis and me. It’s too big of a loss to the hot man pool around this place. The women of Curves are weeping rivers, I tell you. The woman’s bathroom floor is awash with tears, to the point that you need rain boots to wade through it.”

No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here. "The one with shot purple hair, her name is Summer while the brunette is Samantha. Their parents are super rich but not compared to Sage. Whatever you do, do not cross your line when it comes to them." She enunciates with a serious look. "Well ok." I shrugged. "So do you like it here?." Suzy queries. "Yeah, I guess...." I got Interrupted by a very loud scream, I faced the direction of where the scream is coming from and realize it's from a short fat girl who suddenly rushed into the cafe.

As Lejandro kneaded her breasts, Furtiza’s own hands crept toward the growing bulge between his thighs. "Ooooohhhhhh! Uuuuuhhhmmm… Elijah!" Lejandro gasped. "Sh*t!" Furtiza hissed under her breath. "Your ‘Uhum,,’ is so big and hard, honey! Is this a sign to enter my cave?" she purred, now writhing as Lejandro’s hands abandoned her chest and slid between her thighs, teasing her wetness. "Aaaaahhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Lejandro… Don’t stop! Keep going… I’m loving this!" she cried.

“Never again. Never again. I promise you.” “We're forever, right, babe?” “Right.” Mirrie rested her hands on his bare chest, felt his heartbeat speed up under her fingertips. “Forever – and maybe even a bit longer.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Mac and Mirrie’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Secret Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #5), Curtis and Tessa’s story, is the next book and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

Bouncing at Curves meant that Curtis was among the first people to step forward when trouble started – and trouble started there often. While everyone else ran from the violent assholes with the guns and knives and pool cues, Curtis walked right on up to them, and he always came out on top. He was fast, and strong, and merciless, especially when one of the female staff or customers had been touched or roughed up. He was an expert and fearless fighter, and in eighteen months of working with him at Curves, Tessa had never seen him tender.

Curtis Manning glanced around Dangerous Curves, checking out the general vibe. It was packed and heaving, but it seemed cool. Everyone was having a good time, and even that group of super-smashed frat boys over in the corner weren’t signaling any bad intentions. Curtis was sure of this because his girlfriend Tessa Mahoney was serving that table, and she hadn’t shown even one flicker of stress or discomfort. He assumed his usual bouncing position: arms crossed, leaning back against the wall, all deceptively casual, ferocious scowl firmly in place. But the whole time, he was looking at Tessa, and he was smiling wide inside.

"It won't, so calm down... okay? Think about it, you've been fighting for Aryan for a very long time now and you couldn't even succeed in making him yours and it's only because of that woman. And now, you have gotten the opportunity, a better one to take back your man. Within a little snap of your finger, you can get rid of her and this is the only way and great opportunity to do so.... But I don't know why you're backing out now all of a sudden. It seems like you don't want Aryan anymore, I think it's time to look for a suitable woman for my brother and-" "No!." Hajara screamed, cutting her off from her sentence. Fatima mentally smirk as she knows that she's the only woman who is so crazy

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he