Curvy Girl Romance Novels & Stories

Didn’t soften my stride. The suit clung where it mattered, the fabric was heavy and elegant, just enough to remind anyone watching that I could move fast if I wanted to. My hair was loose tonight - wild waves instead of polished obedience. No jewelry except the ring Cameron had given me, warm against my skin, hidden beneath the sleeve like a promise only I knew about. Curvy. Unapologetic. Not the delicate Luna some of them had expected. Whispers followed me. Low. Instinctive. Poorly contained.

“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”

I was craving for it and I was hoping to feel it again this time. Opening the door quietly, I already got a glimpse of her fine ass with the half-open striped shower curtain between us. My girlfriend has an amazing butt, I thought, and got closer because obviously, I was greedy to see more of her. One more step, Risa. I reminded naughtily to myself but the curtain unexpectedly dragged aside and there she was, a sexy angel, staring fascinatingly at me. I think my jaw dropped on the floor, looking down and up to her wet form, not missing any single details. The waters flowed freely through her moistly creamy skin with her damp blonde hair draping on one side of her charismatic shoulder.

"Valerina, oh my goodness. You are looking breathtaking in this dress." Angel embraced me in a loving hug. She really feels comforting. "Thank you for the dress." I smiled at her. "It's really beautiful" "I am glad you loved it." She grinned looking at my dress. "Hii, I am Jessica" I looked at other girl who was smiling at me. "Hii, I am Valerina." I shook hands with her with a polite smile, I don't know what she has with Augustus but if she is being polite then why not.

Let the music pulse through me while his hands roamed like they were mapping skin for science. He leaned in again. “You always dance like this with strangers?” “Only when they smell like bad decisions.” Jay grinned. “Best kind.” His hand slid higher, skimming beneath the hem of Rhea’s borrowed dress. My breath caught, but I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. Rhea caught my eye from across the floor. Raised her drink and winked like a proud mother hen watching her chick finally hatch into sin. Jay’s fingers dipped low. My hips rolled to meet him, shameless. He pressed his forehead to mine.

The girl leaned into the guy as if she trusted him completely. I felt a pang. Not because I missed someone specific. But because I missed having safe, meaningful touch. I longed to dive into someone’s arms and pretend the world wasn’t so scary. I wanted to flirt, laugh, and feel desirable again. But I didn’t. I stayed with the ache. That’s what Lane called it sitting with the ache. Letting the feeling rise. Letting it speak. And not smothering it with a kiss or a touch or a random person.

Liam lowered his gaze, his breathing hitching as fascination bloomed in his eyes. As he leaned in, his long finger reached forward. This sensation was completely different from that night with Josh. My entire body was relaxed. Under Liam's gentle advances, enough desire had already been stirred within me. Rather than rejecting his intrusion, my body yearned for it. And so, very smoothly, I accepted his finger. Liam leaned in to kiss me again, tenderness spilling into his words. "Take it slow. If it's too much, tell me. Don't endure it."

Her trousers hugged the generous curve of her soft belly and the wide, delicious flare of her hips, disappearing between thick, plush thighs. Jesus Christ. She was all soft, lush, unapologetic curves now — heavy breasts that rose and fell with every quick breath, a plush belly that curved gently under the tucked-in shirt, an ass I could already imagine filling my hands with while I bent her over my desk, and those thick thighs I wanted wrapped around my waist while I buried myself balls-deep inside her. Her long dark hair fell in messy waves over one shoulder, gold hoops catching the light, and those full, pouty lips parted just slightly as her eyes locked on mine.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

She was damn beautiful and her voice was like someone pouring honey in ears. Yaad aa jati hai mujhe wo Teri hasi, Muskura jati hai khud Ye palken meri. (I remember your beautiful Smile, My lips automatically curves In a smile) She was amazing, I met many girls in business parties and all but they all were clingy but she was different, different from everyone and unique. I don't know why but just thinking about her my lips automatically curves in a smile. Ok so now lets end this now, we will meet later.