Diary of a curvy girl

Dear Diary

Dear diary,
I hate this town so much! Why can't they appreciate me for who I'm. I have curves not a disease! I'm so tired of this. I want to be appreciated, loved and lusterd for. Is that to much to ask? Instead I'm the fat girl. No body talks to me, they only look and whisper to each other. Not a single boy ever asked me out, afraid of beeing laughed at. I'm done with it!  When I graduate from school I will move to the big city! And start a new life. Don't worry diary I will take you with me.

I need to clear my head. I closed my diary and thuck it away under my matras. Where did I put my beloved hair brush? Oh yes I know, I left in the bathroom when I cleaned it.
I grabbed the brush and went back to my room and locked the door behind me.
Hello, old friend. I said to my favorite brush. The handle was slightly curved and had soft  intrusions on it, for better grip. I undressed and let me fall on the bed. Gently rubbing my huge firm tits and pinching my nipples. I love doing that! They started to grow immediately and I licked on them.  My other hand sliding over my belly to my pussy. I touched my clit. It was so sensitive. And started slowly rubbing my clit. It started to grow and stood up straight. Yes I have a pretty big clit and I love that nob of pleasure. Some times I even jerked it, just like a boy would do. I licked on my old friend and slided him inside me. The curved handle rubbing against my pelvis and belly. I fucked my self harder and harder while I rub my clit with my other hand. Oh God I want a dick! A real dick fucking me. With that thought I came hard. Shivering and creaming that brush under. When I calmed down I pulled the brush back and licked it clean. I love how my pussy tastes.