I met the love of my life on a porn message board. I, always the attention seeker, had posted some pictures of myself – my face, my huge tits and soft tummy, my round full ass. He saw and he messaged me to ask if he could photograph me. He told me I was beautiful, but was very professional. He linked me to his portfolio and was amazing. He was incredibly talented and he lived in my city. I was pretty shy in real life, but I wanted to be one of the girls he made look so beautiful in his work. I agreed and he sent me his phone number so we could figure out a day and time. At this point I had no idea what he looked like.
I called him and we immediately hit it off. We talked for at least two hours about anything and everything. He was intelligent and funny and we flirted easily. Honestly, I fell for him right then. We finally picked a day and time and hung up. I immediately went back to his site and found a picture of him. I was about 24 at the time. He was ten years older than me, about my height, light brown skin, shaved head, glasses. A cute, sweet-looking nerd. He could’ve looked like anything, though, and I would’ve been into it. He had me hooked.