Short Chubby Woman Novels & Stories

But I was a second too slow because she saw us. The woman had long wavy ginger hair that reached the curve of her waist with green eyes and full lips. She had a stunning hourglass body that was perfect for modeling and now that I looked again, she was the world famous model, Sabrina Dubois. She frowned as her eyes fell on me and she said, “Leave us”

Interrupted the slimy love birds. The woman was about the same height as Ada but with red hair and an almost skeletal figure. The tiny bikini she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. Or question to her intensions. “Ada…” The man looked relieved for a moment before he saw us. He was in his early thirties. No build at all, pretty plain looking and in a cheap set of board shorts. “Who the fuck are they?”

Girls like Jessika were the ones guys wanted… long, slender legs, flat stomachs, perfect little bodies. And Jemy too, one of the reasons I had not allowed her to visit me at home… She had a thing for older men, and she wasn't as big as I was and I couldn't stand the thought of my stepfather wanting her, and not me. Everyone was slim and slender, except for me, my chest tightened.

It was the chubby woman. A wave of roaring laughter swept across the place. I yanked her hand away, a rush of annoyance gushing through my nerves. “So, it is true you were slapped by Vanessa?” She asked, her voice laced with mockery. I sighed. Turned to the attendant who also seemed to be enjoying the show, and dropped some notes on the counter. “Get me a bowl of rice, please.” I said to her, but before she could reach for the money, the chubby woman immediately grabbed the notes from the counter.

Here, the woman is happy as a sangirl to this guy who has saved her. At this time, they go to the room where they make a pleasure. Here, Brown is out of mind to this woman. Thus, he would not allow her to be engaged with another guy. Without knowing, this woman has a lot of men who are still taking their hat off on her even if, her profession is prostitution.

Was this woman trying to body shame me right now? Yes! I wasn't stick thin and slim like most women in LA. My stomach wasn't toned, my thick thighs touch all the time, my arms weren't skinny, I have stretch marks all over my thighs and I normally have a hard time picking out bras for my D-cup sized breasts. I was neither thin nor fat. If having curves in the right places is what this obnoxious woman is trying to make me feel ashamed for, then she has got another thing coming. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at her. “You still haven't told me who and why you are here, ma,” I said tightly from behind clenched teeth.

I saw the woman bite her lip and let it go, and I knew it was a tease. This was all for the man in front of her. The man was fit, a giant compared to the tiny woman below him. She was slim, almost too small, but those nipples said she was all woman. Tucked against her feet perfectly, she had a round ass and slim thighs. Perfect for riding a giant.

I smiled a bit, he looked too cute. A woman who looked like she was in her mid thirties appeared. She was slim and tall, her hair was black and long. A little bit of flour was on her face and she had a glove on her hands. She smells of chocolate cookies. I could see where Jamaal got his good looks from.

"Big sister was never small, well, I mean, neither of us was ever really small. No matter how tough our circumstances were, our bodies remained plump and healthy." Tera chuckled at Tora's banter. Indeed, regardless of their past circumstances, Tera, with her robust build, didn't really represent the hardships they'd faced. "That's right; I've been chubby and ugly since forever." Tora stopped biting his chicken and turned quickly to his sister sitting beside him. "Hey, don't talk negatively like that. Being chubby doesn't mean you're ugly!" Tora disagreed. "Oh, really?" Tera expressed her strong doubts. "Yeah, being chubby is attractive, and being skinny is attractive too. Don't talk about be

CHAPTER 104: HIS WOMAN VS HIS EX-WIFE The woman was voluptuous. Her curves falls on each corner and on its right places. A bodycon was hugging her perfectly shaped waist and chest. They were tight, but fair enough to flaunt her assets and what beautiful of a woman she had work on to achieve who she is, or perhaps it was on genetics. I couldn’t help, but get jealous. She was more than the average I was. My chest falls between in the middle, it wasn’t big, but I am on B group. And my body—I have baby fats on my stomach, my arms were like jelly, incomparable to some women around my age. It made me envious. I will admit that I was kind of...permissive.