His Curvy Obsession Novels & Stories

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

I looked at him shocked, what did he just say? I really don’t understand him. Adrian looked at me then, I could see guiltiness written clearly in his eyes. “I am often obsessed with things. You remembered when you asked me about my love with Louis Vuitton products? I’m obsessed with the products and if what I have isn’t from them, I won’t be happy and I will go through any length to have that. When I started talking to you, it wasn’t like that at first, not until I noticed my feelings for you. Even though I was denying it then, it didn’t stop my obsession from crawling in. I noticed that when I am not with you, I miss you a lot and if I don’t hear your voice and see anything about you, I won

I changed the flowing shower to cold water and let it wash the hotness off my body. Moments later, I was back in the room, dressed and ready to sleep for the night. But every time I closed my eyes, she was all I could see. Every single thing kept reminding me of her. I took different positions, changed my posture countless times, but Caelia still didn’t stop running through my mind. It was like she was a leech that couldn’t be removed. There was no denying it anymore; I was fucking obsessed with her! Good or bad type of obsession? I didn’t know which one, but all I knew was that I wanted her so badly. The obsession kept growing when I tried to stay away from her. The thoughts of her just wou

And she paid the price with the extra pounds, the padding—what a lovely euphemism that was, too. She liked her curves; the curves made her feel normal, gentle, open, emotional— bare. You couldn’t hide from a curve; you couldn’t hide from a love handle or from a padded hip or from a booty that made enough men blush and drool. She knew it was an asset (pun intended) to some guys.

Looking down at herself, “although I think I have started putting on some weight to be fair. I don't want to be too curvy.” “You’re perfect,” I growled. When she tried to cover herself, I yanked her hands away. “There's nothing as too curvy. The curvier the better” I moved my hands up from her thighs to her hips, curling around her bottom. “Your ass is perfect,” I leaned down and kissed her hip. “Your hips are made for me to grip them while I slide into you,” my fingers dug into her hip, making her gasp. “And this…” I dipped my head down and licked at her belly, making her squeal. “This is so cute.”

Venerable looks sceptical and is about to reply when the doors bursts open and in comes a curvy woman with hair like the inside of a blood orange, who’s dressed in scanty clothing, singing in English, “There’s some hoes in this house, there’s some hoes in this house! Yeah, yeah, yeah you fucking with some wet ass pussy! Give me everything you GOT! With this wet ass—” As she sings, she bends down, her hands on her knees and her ass bouncing. And what an ass it is . . . begging to be grabbed. Or spanked.

“I would love to pull your hair while hitting you from behind while your tiny voice squeaks in the name of moaning.” My eyes widened in shock, 'what kind of man is he?.' I thought. “And Violet , I surely want to eat you up, your vagina must be creamy, but I would love to squeeze your boobs and suck on them, then spank that big booty hard and hear you scream my name loudly while I satisfy you.” What a very creepy man , I frowned at him not caring how much trouble I could be in, how dare he describe us as his sex objects. “There is only one way out of here girls.” He licked his lips, he gradualy strolled to his desk and leaned on it.

I growled as I dropped the book back on the table, making sure I dropped it the way she left it. I went through her wardrobe and sniffed on her clothes. I have dreamt of this severally, sniffing her body and claiming her as mine. I couldn't help but lean more into the closet and my eyes came in contact with her panties. I swallowed hard as my curiosity piqued, wondering how she smells down there. I clenched fist as I tried to hold back the urges that shot through my veins. ‘Get your act together,dude.’ I growled internally. I know you might call me crazy, weird. That's me,I can't control myself when I start obsessing. I have never felt this way towards any human,she is the first and forever

she blurted out shamelessly and I nodded in response. "I’d prefer you use your words” "Yes, Mr. Bills” "That’s more like it. If you don’t have questions, you may get down to business. Curvy, show her what to do and get that hoodie and scarf off your body. You are not going for a church service”. She scoffed. I was led out of the office by Curvy. "Welcome to ‘Desires’ baby girl” Curvy "You lied to her that I’m your cousin” I cut in

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.