My name is Pocahontas, and I am a twenty-year-old woman with medium breasts, beautiful long hair, silky flowing hair, shiny hair that glows in the sunlight. I am native American, and I live deep in the forest near a lake. My hair is braided most of the time but when it's loose, it flows down to my waist like a river.
My skin is golden, and my eyes are brown and almond-shaped. I love being outdoors and spending time with nature. I am very spiritual and believe in the power of the earth and its creatures.
One day while I was gathering berries by the lake, a handsome prince rode up on his horse. He had long flowing hair and wore a yellow tunic that showed off his muscular body. He saw me and asked if he could join me by the lake. We talked for hours, and he told me about his life as a prince in another kingdom.
I was fascinated by his stories and felt a connection to him that I had never felt before. After a few weeks of meeting up by the lake, he finally kissed me. It was magical, like a dream come true. From then on we were inseparable. We would spend our days exploring the forest together and our nights making love by the campfire.
One day, his kingdom was attacked by another country, and he had to go fight for his people. I didn't want him to leave, but I knew it was his duty as a prince. He promised me that he would return soon, and we would be together forever.
Unfortunately, war is unpredictable, and I never saw him again. For years, I searched for him, but there were no signs of him anywhere. Eventually, I accepted that he had passed away in battle and moved on with my life.
But even today, when I look out at the forest or the lake, I can feel his presence there. And sometimes, when the wind is just right, I swear I hear his voice calling my name.