His Curvy Obsession Novels & Stories

She swallowed him, savouring the salty flavour of his cum. Vishal heaved a big sigh and watched as sweat trickled down his broad and well shaped body. He had his many trips to the gym to thank for that. His broad shoulders and lean hips complimented each other so much he had been listed among the top ten most handsome men in the City. "Turn around. Raise your ass." He said as he demonstrated with his hands Those were the first words he had told her since he came into the bedroom over thirty minutes ago. Leila didn't need another warning. She crawled around on all fours and stuck out her ass putting her bright pink panties on display. His cock which had been resting dejectedly instantly spran

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

*Caroline* On Sunday, I’m ready to eat my arm off by the time I pull into the parking lot of Piggly Wiggly. It’s the night before classes start back and I’m stocking up. After grabbing several packs of SlimFast, I find myself standing in front of the pasta aisle, salivating over an image of Ma’s ravioli in my head. Who am I kidding? Dear Diet, you’re boring and tasteless. Instead of losing weight, I’m going to look into those stretching machines and see if I can just get taller.

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

His whole body was vibrating and he was moving his hands involuntarily in different, unreasonable and unnecessary ways. "I did what you couldn't do." I said with every form of venom I could possess written on my tone. I did it for my Justin and no one else. Justin would have to be with me and there was nothing else so I wasn't going to let some useless and irrelevant woman let that opportunity slip from happening by saying some words. "Are you mad?!" He breathed as heavy as ever. Caramel made a sound of pain that made us realise that she was still awake as we both shared glances at her. She was partially crawling away with her disheveled tummy sitting harshly on the ground.

I looked at her eyes, and smiled then gave her a suggesting looks,, certainly with the [Lust Overdrive] curse that has been put on me, just this amount of actions wont even tires me and doesn’t amount too much, I need to and wanted to completely emptied everything inside my balls, for me to be able to calm down and think calmly. “CHUP~..MMnNNMm~..then let’s do it all night long until morning…use me however you wanted to babe…Satisfy your need…AHH!!…oHH~..I love this new muscular body you got babe..and that firm ass..I love it~…”. (Clara Nelson)

She pulled herself closer to Damon and began to kiss him passionately as she was gently rubbing her erect breasts on Damon's body. Damon's father could be seen as he was confidently sitting in his palace. He wore his dress as it appeared to be bigger than his size. The trouser was way bigger than his size and he appeared just like the old school. He sighed twice within a few seconds. He scratched his head and stood up from his peach-colored, well-decorated divan. The divan was adorned with a golden curvature at each end. Mister Floyd ambled to his refrigerator, opened it, and brought out a chilled bottle of dry gin and a glass cup. Already the drink was halved, as it could be seen forming di

Her silent orgasm—mouth open, no sound, just clenching. Rex's hips bucked in the chair. "She's so... tight looking. Bet she milks him dry." His strokes turned sloppy, fist twisting at the base, veins bulging in his forearm. Sweat dripped down his temple. He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume.

She is nervous. Jim Parras. The bastard. He was the only other contender I had in my way for the CEO position. The man was a total suck up to my father and I had prepared to deal with his ass for challenging me, but I figure using Mel to charm my way will be better and safer for Jim. I bet he would lose his shit when he discovers the secret deals going on in the company. “I assure you Jim. A woman like this is not easily bought by money.” I stare at him. “Something I’m sure you are fond of doing.”

“I know that you never talked about your parents at all, but you loved to hear about other people’s families. I know that you ordered in Thai food every time your dickhead ex was away at one of his bullshit banking conferences. You loved chicken with green curry sauce and glass noodles, and you hid all the evidence before the asshole got home. You liked silver, not gold, and your favorite color was purple and you’d wear it almost every day. You used to sparkle, baby, just fucking burst with life and color inside and out. That was you Tessa, that was all you. But lately? Lately you’ve been flat and gray. So goddamn sorrowful, and it’s ripped my heart out.” “Curtis,” she said, disbelieving and