Skinny Thick Novels & Stories

Sabrina was thin like you imagined a catwalk model would be - likely she would have been a good one if she had a bit more height. Her stomach wasn't muscled so much as just lean, and you had a delicious, warm feeling as you softly stroked her smooth skin. You could feel her responding to you in little ways, feel every breath through her diaphragm. Running the tip of your middle finger softly around her belly button made her stomach flex from the soft tickle of it.

The vision of Frank and his female of choice washed over her again, the girl in her vision nothing like what she looked like herself. Was he simply desperate or did he really like thin girls with no meat on them? She lathered up the soap and rubbed it on her lower back. She had a thicker bottom than top, her breasts small and perky, her butt a bit too big for her liking. Obviously Frank didn't like it either. The skinny whore he'd been with couldn't have weighed a hundred pounds.

"Please, Ryan. I’m so empty. It hurts. Please, just fuck me. Please!" ​He gave me a slow, wicked smirk. He reached for his belt. The sound of the leather was so hot. He unzipped his pants and his cock snapped out. It was so huge that my eyes flew wide open at the sight of it. I had never seen anything that big in my life! It was long and thick with veins, and it was already throbbing. ​He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the very edge of the table. He took the head of his cock and started rubbing it up and down my slit. He was getting himself all covered in my mess.

she says gently, "since early childhood. Possibly since birth." I sit with that for a long moment, the weight of it settling slowly, thoroughly, into places I didn't know still had room for fresh grief. Years of mockery — too skinny to survive a heat, too skinny to bear children, too skinny to matter — every cruel whisper I absorbed and internalized as simple fact about my own inadequate body, never once questioning whether the inadequacy itself might have been imposed rather than natural. "You're telling me," I say slowly, "that I was never actually meant to be this thin. That my whole life, everyone who mocked me for it — they were mocking something that was done to me. Not something wrong

Most women especially the models he often went out with were always obsessed with their weight and did anything and everything to stay very thin, but Vivian Sanchez was different. She had a figure he could only describe as 'slim thick'. She seemed to have the right amount of weight in the right places. Not too large breasts that drew attention to her cleavage, slim waist, thick thighs and a fat, curvy ass. One he couldn't help staring at when she turned around to leave his office.

Sasha sighed. "Me?" Brooklyn asked. Brooklyn had learned to accept her body type, but she didn't exactly like it at times. Where Sasha was slim all over, Brooklyn had wide hips and a small waist. She was insecure for a while about her thighs and ass, but she was learning to like it. "I want to be slim all over. This ass just makes buying trousers a nightmare." "You have tits and an ass and a small waist," Sasha said and raised her eyebrows at Brooklyn. "I'm like a stick."