[M4F] Your cunt

It started as these things often start, on a beach where you were sunbathing topless and a "talent scout" saw your figure and your ease with your body and offered you a chance to make a little extra money as an erotic model. The money was good, the work was easy and there was something flattering and arousing about a camera lens pointed at your naked body and knowing the effect you were going to have on thousands (millions?) of horny men.

It soon emerged that you weren't just another model. You were building a following, a group of dedicated and sometimes fanatical men who waited for your every shoot to be posted. It wasn't because of your face, though you were pretty in an innocent, pouty sort of way. At 21 years of age, your smallish breasts matched your face, contributing to your air of youthful innocence , but they were hardly the silicone melons that drive so many men insane. Your legs were perfectly pretty but, really, it was what was between them that drove certain men wild: your cunt.

In an age of shaving and waxing, you boasted soft, silky curls surrounding labia that -- unlike the "innies" that so many girls boasted -- opened proudly and expectantly, as though begging for a kiss or a hard cock.

You even gained a little bit of fame in some circle, your pussy granting you access to partied where champaign and cocaine flowed freely, men (and some women) pointing you out to one another and vying for your attention.

You cunt brought not only access and money, but pleasure: from the eager men and women you seduced, the toys you used when you couldn't be bothered to take a lover, and the occasional rich and attractive men who would jet you to Paris or a private island for a personal relationship with you and your cunt. It was like walking around with a treasure in your panties, a gift that had changed your life.

And changed mine. Sometimes, when I was working late, and wanted to go home and sleep, I called up your image on the computer screen and said to myself "someday." When I didn't feel like working out I thought of the sort of lover you deserved, and hit the gym. And, eventually, I transformed from the impoverished nerd and became wealthy and well proportioned -- and my people reached out to you with an invitation.