Am I your type of curvy?

You catch yourself staring at those curves before your brain even registers what your eyes are doing.

You feel something shift low in your chest — or maybe lower — when you take in the full picture, the way every line of that body seems designed specifically to short-circuit your better judgment.

You already know the answer to the question being asked. You knew it the moment you clicked. You want to reach through the screen, and that wanting sits heavy and warm in you, undeniable and a little embarrassing in the best possible way.