After my initial solo session with the photographer whose kind words encouraged me, I really felt as if I could become a porn star.
I started to calculate the money I would make as a porn star and by the time I met Tommy and it came time to take my viginity, I had decided that this would be my career. Of course I would still go to school and become a nail technician so I would have something to fall back on when I decided to retire from making porn. But my calculations were on target and I knew I would make a fortune as a porn star.
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I grew up in a very poor section of Moscow. The fair weather lasted too long and the winters lasted even longer. We were always cold; always hungry; always in need of something.
Both of my parents worked very hard and still we suffered from great want.While we didn’t have much, our lives were full of love and great passion. For entertainment we made up stories at night in the dark of our apartment because we could not always afford electricity. My mother was creative with scraps she would scrounge for that others had thrown away and we ate with great relish for the feast she would prepare.
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Hi, I’m Blackie. Well, at least that is my nickname. I don’t want anyone to know that I posed for pictures in the nude, so you will just have to live with calling me by my nickname. This would bring my family great shame, but as you see, I must do this.
I live in Budapest with my mother and my siblings. My mother is very strict with me. I am 19 and have never kissed a boy or even had the opportunity to go on a date, even with a bunch of friends to just hang out. My mother forbids it! “Men are no good for you,” she screeches at me whenever I try to bring the subject up. I finished with my formal schooling last year, but my mother has kept me so busy with working at a local cafe and with my sister as a waiter for her event company. I have no time for rest or for boys.
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Hi, my name is Jessica and I am no longer a virgin! I say that with great pride because I saved my virginity for my boyfriend and he was worth it. First, I tell you a little bit about me.
When I was a child, you would have called me a “tom-boy”. I was all girl, but I wasn’t into frilly things or playing with dolls. I dressed like a boy in jeans and t-shirts and I loved playing outside chasing lizards and participating in sports. I didn’t have many girl friends, but I had a lot of boy friends and I had so much more fun with the boys than I could have ever imagined with the girls.
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Hi, my name is Sima and I am from the Ukraine. I was just 18 when these pictures were taken and now I am 23. About 5 years ago, my classmates and I were celebrating the 18th birthday of my girlfriend. We had gone out on the town, had some drinks and flirted with several really hot guys. These weren’t the clumsy boys from school, no, these were real men who smelled of caramel and spice and smoke and of wicked things they wanted to do with you.
One man came up to me at the discotheque, sat down, handed me a drink and as he started to put his arm around my shoulders, he began to nibble at my neck. I had never had even a boy nibble at my neck and each kiss, as he moved lower and lower down my neck shot a bolt of electricity straight to my virgin core. I quickly downed my drink for some liquid courage and his eyes widened as I set the cup down.
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Hi, my name is Rebecca Brown and until just a few days ago, I was a virgin. I have wanted to be a porn actress since I saw my first porn video three years ago at my schoolmate’s house.
There were four of us girls hanging out after classes and enjoying the beers we had snuck from the refrigerator. We all became a little bit drunk and we started playing some sexy games. One of the girls had found a stash of her brother’s porn DVDs, so we put one on the television, tuned the lights down low and began to watch. It was The Defloration of Tamara Uromy.
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Nadya! Nadya! Nadya! I was sick to death of hearing the world revolving around Nadya at my school, especially since she lost her virginity last week to Tommy. Everybody at my school, well, just the girls, know of the Legend of The Virgin Whisperer and Tommy. They know that he is the expert one, the one to take your virginity respectfully and properly and that you can make a very nice stash of cash at the same time.
Other girls have boasted of his prowess and their experiences, but Nadya has gone too far this time. Not only is it the only conversation out of her mouth, but on whispered confidences, Tommy has decided to give up his job, for her! According to her, Tommy told her that she was the best he had ever had and that in that one brief coupling, he has declared his undying love for her! According to her, they are sneaking out together at night and talking babies and marriage. This talk of hers is just sickening and so very untrue and do you know how I know the truth? It is because that just 48 hours ago, Tommy took my virginity. And there was no mention of his “one, true love, Nadya”
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Hello, my name is Helen and I am just 18 years old. My family lives on a farm outside of Budapest and I am just finishing my final school year. I have a mother and a father and a very protective older brother. Oh, and a boyfriend, too.
I work hard on the farm to help my mother and father and my days are very busy. Money is very tight, so we all work together and our life is good. I get up very early each day and my brother and I do the chores to start the day. Then I go to school and study hard and when I get home, there is still much work to be done in the house. There is little time for fun in my life and what free time I have I spend in the company of my family and my boyfriend.
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I am Anna and I am a ballerina in Prague. I have been studying dance since I was two years old. I can remember playing dress up i my mother’s tutu’s as she was a ballerina too and her mother before her. My mother would affix her tutu to my little body and turn the phonograph on with classical dance music. At first, we moved together through the music and danced as one.
As I got older, she began to teach me barre exercises and we practiced them over and over until they were perfect. When I was five, she began to teach me the steps of famous ballet pieces she had performed and by the time I was seven, my bones and my muscles became strong enough so that I could dance en pointe. I then began to have formal teachers and my father worked extra jobs and my mother took in laundry to clean for the rich people in town to afford my lessons.
I ate, breathed and slept ballet. No opportunity was left unturned and my parent’s sacrifice was all for me to become a prima ballerina with the conservatory. At 11, I left my family home and entered formal study. Since then, my life has been hard study, both in academics as well as dance. I had no time for friends or boy friends or the fun things I have read about that other teens so freely do. I had just returned back to Prague from celebrating my 18th birthday with my parents. It was good to see them again and I miss my mother and our times dancing together. My life is all about perfecting my craft now and as serious I must be about my craft, I have allowed myself one indulgence and that is to secretly attend a gymnastics class with some of my classmates. Continue reading Anna Netrebko’s story