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How he smelled. How he felt. He felt so good near me caressing my body.
        Even though I am in the shower, I feel my wetness filling up between my thick sun-kissed thighs.
         A vivid mental image of Brent’s sickeningly good looking face and perfect muscular body consumes my thoughts.
         Dripping wet, I step out of the shower and retrieve my handy dandy vibrator from the cabinet in the back of my bathroom’s vanity.
         A girl has got to relieve her sexual frustration some
    way. And boy oh boy is the vibrator less headache and
    trouble . I get the pleasure without the stress that comes with a real fucking penis!
         I enter the shower once more. This time I turn the heat up on the shower. The bathroom quickly is engulfed in steam. I become super horny at the thought of Brent inside of my precious flower. I place one of my legs up on the edge of the bathtub giving myself more access to my soaking wet hole.
         I start envisioning Brent with his flawless body on top of me. He is staring me right in the eyes. His enormous cock teasing the yearning lips between my thighs as he strokes his pink bulbous up and down.
         Then I imagine it is him parting me as I slide the vibrator in my drenching wet hole. I pull it up and down and in and out stroking my sweet walls as the cream of my orgasm starts to emerge more.
         Pure bliss takes possession of me.
         “Oh my God!” I moan intensely trying to keep my balance and maintain this good feeling between my legs.
         I turn up the speed and push the vibrator deeper inside of me reaching my G-spot. The fantasy of Brent’s cock penetrating me in a way I never experienced has me trembling in ecstasy. I move my hand faster and faster. I feel a self-induced orgasm rip through my body.
         I scream out in pure pleasure as I reach my climax.
         I catch my breath. I slide the vibrator out of me and
    I wash myself off, ensuring that I clean my own come
    off of me thoroughly.
         I get out of the shower and dry my body off. I wrap the towel around me. I enter my spacious bedroom in this huge two story home, where I live all alone that my grandmother left me when she died.
         I stand in front of the mirror and remove the towel. I survey my body and a million thoughts start to occupy my mind.
         “Would things have been different if I was smaller like Emily? Would I be the one l iving the rock-star lifestyle, instead of working day and night to make ends meet? Would I be the wife and mother of Brent’s son if I wasn’t a big girl?” I question myself moving my hands over my round wide hips and humungous tits.
         I know this self-loathing session isn’t good for me mentally, emotionally, physically or spiritually. But I can’t help but wonder if I weighed less, if I would’ve been the one he promised to have and to hold for life, instead of the girl he just wants to fuck one day or night.
         Just the thought of Emily and Brent’s anniversary celebration, that is approaching is disconcerting.
         Honestly, it is has been bothering me all day.  I hated that I had to do that interview. If I didn’t, it could’ve cost me my job. Besides, the position at the Millard Gazette providing a steady paycheck, it allows me to work around my school schedule and also do the one thing I love most— write.
         Ever since I was a child, I have wanted to be an
    author — a romance author to be exact. When I graduated high school, I had plans of moving to the Big Apple to attend college, but what I really wanted to do was live the life like Carrie Bradshaw, one of the characters of my favorite show, “Sex and The City.”
         Scintillating sex, the big city and writing — that was and still is my ultimate dream.
         I constantly dream of ditching this small southern town. Millard is a far cry from bright lights big city. You would think being smack dead in the middle of