I stand in front of the camera, makeup and hair looking amaz..

I stand in front of the camera, makeup and hair looking amazing, and begin the photo shoot.

Within moments I have blocked out my surroundings, and find myself diving head first into the life of my altar ego, Tori.

It feels as though a wave of seduction, of erotic memories from my past, and promises of future escapades takes over me.

Gone is the woman in her everyday clothes running errands here and there. In her place is a woman who lives for sex, for her personal satisfaction as well as that of others.

Tori does everything she does for selfish reasons.

Many may find that odd, given the glowing reviews I’ve received.

But those folks are missing the point.

I derive satisfaction from knowing, and proving over and over again, that I am, simply put, a sexual goddess.

Sensuality radiates from every pore of my being, and the art of seduction is something I have mastered.

I truly have found my calling, and I say that with pride, standing tall.

These thoughts bounce around in my head and in no time my hands have begun the exploration of the playground that is my body.

The feel of the silk clinging to every curve is so soft, so delicate.

However, as delightful as it is to run my hands over, it pales in comparison to the velvety feel of my skin.

Is it wrong that I turn myself on this much?

Does it seem odd that these photo shoots, these videos I make, are something I look to for inspiration when masturbating?

The camera clicks and brings me back to reality….”that's perfect” the man behind the lens exclaims. “You're a natural”!

Does he realize that I truly am turned on by sharing the temple that is my body with strangers, be it in film form or in person?

He tries to capture the energy that emits from me, but he is soon lost in his own fantasies.

I can see that he is getting hard, that his thoughts are of ravaging me.

I move towards him, slowly, deliberately.

The camera clicks again and again, capturing the moment that the seduction began.

I know, without doubt, these pics, the memory of taking them, and the mind blowing sex that is now inevitable, will be etched in his memory for years to come.

As I move closer, he lowers the camera and locks his eyes with mine.

“Start the video,” I tell him as I lick my glossy lips.

Here’s to making memories!