“But what about this curve?” She takes his hand in hers and presses it to her stomach. “I’m fat.”

His breath is shallow and she sees him bite his lip, holding something in. Repulsion. Repulsion. She tries to step back, away from him but she’s trapped.

“It’s okay.” James steps back, giving her space to breathe. She smiles weakly. “That curve is just as beautiful as the others. Feminine, womanly. It’s a hill that leads deep into a valley of sheer ecstasy.” — Phaze Fantasies V