Curvy Person Novels & Stories

three guys came out behind the curtains, twirling her around, staring at her in fascination. "How I wish I had these assets," a ginger-headed guy said in a high-pitched voice while she mentally cringed. He wore a black baggy knicker, a white polo that hugged his fitted abs, and black sneakers. "Oh Nicky, look at those boobs,'' she felt self-conscious and brought her hands to cover her covered chest only to be swatted by a blond-haired guy. He wore a blue short sleeve shirt in which the neck collar flared up. He wore yellow baggy shorts, which Versace had printed on while putting on Oscars.

Story 1: The Boss Who Craved My Curves I never expected the rain to change everything. My name is Amara. I am twenty-eight, curvy in all the ways society sometimes pretends it doesn’t want, and I had spent the last year trying to stay invisible at Okoro Holdings. Thick thighs that kissed when I walked, full hips that made every pencil skirt look indecent, a soft belly I had learned to love in private, and breasts that strained against every blouse no matter how carefully I chose the size. I wore my confidence like armor most days, but there were nights when I stood in front of the mirror and wondered if any man would ever truly crave what I had to offer.

Freya "Watch where you're going!" The noblewoman shoved past me and my tray tipped, and before I could catch it two glasses slid off and shattered, splashing red wine all over the front of a golden gown. The whole hall went silent. The Luna candidate looked down at her ruined dress and then at me. "You fat, clumsy thing, do you know what this gown cost?" "I'm sorry, my lady." I bowed my head. "She bumped into me, I didn't see her."

Rack folds himself behind the wheel. The stranger peers around the seat. “Ma’am. Name’s Curly Sue, friends call me Curly.” His beard is long and shaggy, his head shaved. Faded tattoos cover the arm I can see. God, I think one of the tattoos is a swastika. What the hell is Rack thinking? Curly turns around and Rack pulls the car out. I look back and Shelby’s waving at me. I wave until I no longer see her. I dig in the diaper bag, which is on the floorboard beneath the car seat, and find tissue to blow my nose.

My subconscious blamed me. "You know I will not worry too much about anything." I said to myself. I pulled off my coat and sat on the couch to study the drawings. I have five beings to find and I haven't found any. The three of us had five drawings which were all the same, that made the whole thing look more real. The first, a little boy, around Kabal's age. He has a special kind of eye, it looked too white, not gray, he's a little shepard. Second, like a slave girl, I see that she works in a brothel, She has a short hair that barely reached her shoulder. Third, a male with a pet, a white wild cat. Fourth, also a male, he has a birthmark beneath his left eye. The fifth, it's hard to discern

I picked it up. Mum. Good morning my darling. I found something I think could really help you. A lot of girls your age are doing this and the results are amazing. It’s simple and sustainable. Check the link 💕 The preview loaded on its own. Split-screen before-and-after. Left side: a woman who looked perfectly fine—soft, real, curvy like me. Right side: the same woman, smaller, smiling that wide, bright, finally acceptable smile.

“These curves drive me crazy. This tight pussy clenching around me. You are perfect. Come for me love. Come on my cock.” I shattered around him. My orgasm crashed through me hard. I screamed his name as my walls pulsed around him. Nico took his turn next. He slid into me slow and deep. His mouth stayed at my ear whispering praise while he rocked into me. “These curves were made for us. This tight wet pussy. These heavy tits. This soft belly. You were made to be worshipped like this. Feel how deep I am inside you.”

In highschool I was the captain of the football team; there's no way a curvy girl could fit in, , my friends would laugh at that, it had to be one of the sexy skinnies and right now the image of the company still won't allow that. If I'm to fool around , it had to be rich ,skinny or an hourglass confident girl and I hated it. Its how the world runs anyway its never fair , never balanced. I know enough to know this world got loopholes, and so I secretly made love to curvy women and its just the best feeling. Walking into the company everyone tensed up and walked sharply , just how I liked it. Andreas enterprise is just too big and vast to have lazy employees , one single mistake could ruin e

curvy and absolutely stunning body, Loosely curled hair swept across her collarbone, and the lips sported the kind of red that should be illegal. The boy next to her, tall and muscular, with hair slicked within an inch of its life, had his hand on her waist looking like he's about to cum in his pants already just by being next to her. Not professionally or objectively. He was holding her like he had no intention of letting her go. "Closer," Marco barked. The kid obeyed, moving so their hips struck. His fingers curled around her side, and I detected a very small tic in her jaw—the kind that said she saw but wouldn't break the pose.

She seemed well-developed with a curvy body. “Maya?”