Ultimate Curves

Ultimate Curves


My story The Lucky Man is about a guy who’s desperately in lust with his girlfriend’s body, and is featured in Ultimate Curves.

Ultimate Curves is packed with full-figure fiction that celebrates gorgeous, sexy, curvy women.

Stories include a Rubenesque life model who discovers her artist prefers skin to canvas, a cake baker who get two very special deliveries, a university administrator who finds satisfaction in her secluded office and a lady who enjoys a sapphic shower session in the gym.


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A Lucky Man

As a guy, I’m occasionally asked – are you a leg, breast or a bum man? My usual reply is a smile and a shrug. Perhaps I’m then mistaken for a homosexual, because my response generally makes the poser of the question walk away in disgust.
It’s not that I don’t like women; far from it. It’s just that I don’t know the answer to that particular question. It shouldn’t be such a difficult question, I know that. The problem is I like all three. So much so that I can’t even begin to choose between them.

I like my women voluptuous. So to be asked to pick a favourite from an ample pair of breasts, spilling out from a corset, a fine ass in a figure hugging pair of jeans, or a sturdy pair of thighs capable of… well, use your imagination – it’s just impossible.

I have a lady. I’ve actually just described her pretty well. She has the most magnificent pair of tits I’ve ever seen. I’m not a small chap and yet her breasts more than fill my hands as I knead, pinch and slap them. Likewise with her ass. Firm yet pliable, I love nothing more than to grab great handfuls of her bottom as we kiss, pulling her to me so our bodies mash together. Her thighs also drive me wild with desire. Those milky-white expanses of skin hold so much promise. They’re capable of turning me into a pile of mush as she grips, tenses and bounces on me when we make love.

But I couldn’t pick a favourite of the three. Her lovely legs, breasts and bum are part of her, they make her what she is. And I desire her more than anything. My sexy lady.

She is sexy, you know. She never believes me when I tell her, but she is. I look at her, with her long, wavy chestnut hair, impish grin and startling green eyes, and I want her. Those stick-thin models and celebrities with jutting bones and concave tummies do nothing for me. Give me my beautiful shapely lady any day.

I love nothing more than to lie her down on our bed and worship her. I’ll kiss her until we’re both panting with lust, and then I’ll start to remove her clothes. I start somewhere different each time, just so she doesn’t know exactly what to expect. My favourite, though, is starting from her feet.

Say she’s dressed casually, a jeans and t-shirt ensemble. I’ll remove her socks, caressing her feet as they are revealed. I’ll then slide a hand up each of her trouser legs, my fingers gliding along her smooth calf muscles. She always complains that they’re too big and that she can’t get long boots to fit, but I think it’s nonsense. No skin and bone here, just beautifully smooth skin and nicely tapered ankles, perfect for locking together around my back as we make love. I don’t know what she’s complaining about. Crazy woman.

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