Novel & Cerita Curvy Person

He chuckles as he guides me forward. Peter is close behind us as we walk for what feels like forever before we are in a quiet corner on the third floor. A pretty pregnant woman with long dark hair is waiting in front of a long rack of clothing. She smiles as we get closer. “Hello, lovely to meet you. I’m Lydia Holt.”

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.

I’m not what you’d call a fantastic woman. I quickly found that I enjoyed sex after creating the type of curvy body which made guys want to have sex with me. I am by no means a perfect ten. I’m cuter than sexy, but I have an above-average bra size, thick lips that are always wrapped around a tough cock and I have a willingness to spread my thighs.

I’m certain his tongue didn’t trip too. While the party may seem elaborate I’m not quite in the mood. I look at Curly with my glass up in the air, he pours me another dram and I stand up slamming it back. I begin to walk towards the front of the entrance in hopes of getting some fresh air and cool off away from all the noise. Curly stands up quickly “Miss—- “Curly a lady has to use the powder room…in private.” I add. He nods once gesturing where it is and as I walk in that direction I decide to slip his security detail for that fresh air and solitude.

The smell of grilled meat and root beer filled the air, but underneath that was the scent of anticipation. As I approached the square, I felt the eyes of the people on me. They weren't looks of respect for their healer; they were looks of judgment. Whispers spread like wildfire. "Did you see that dress?" whispered a female council member. "She's trying to hide it, but it's useless." "Poor Jackson. Imagine having to carry that burden for the rest of your life." I walked toward the main platform, where Jackson stood, surrounded by his closest warriors. Sarah was at his right, wearing a tight leather outfit that highlighted every muscle in her long legs. She looked at me and smiled with a false

He had looked at her like she was a problem to be solved carefully rather than a disruption to be shut down. Most men did not look at her that way. Curvy was one thing. The extra weight, the soft stomach, the stretch marks, the piercings — that combination usually earned her either fetishizing comments or polite disinterest. Ren had found someone who wanted all of him. Maybe she could too. Or maybe she was setting herself up for the same quiet disappointment she always got.

She said. Gabe frowned, not sure he knew what she meant. What in the world was she talking about? There was nothing plain about her, and no such thing as extra flesh on her skin. Alex was a curvy woman, and smart, or so he thought, because how would she call curves fleshy? Besides, being fleshy was sexy to people that find it attractive. He shook his head at her. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that she was fishing for compliments.

Right there, I could see why men always looked at me twice everywhere I went. My curves were very evident and sometimes, I wished they weren’t like that. I pulled my gown over my head and packed my black curly hair in a rough bun. I removed my underwear and headed into the bathroom. I couldn’t wait to wash all the makeup off my face once and for all. After bathing, I found some new towels in the drawer. I wrapped myself with one and used another to dry my hair. The towel was so small that it stopped right underneath my ass. But I believed that was good. ‘If I want to make the first move, then I need to give it my all.’ I thought, nodding in agreement with my thoughts.