My name is Pocahontas, and I am a twenty-year-old woman with long silky flowing hair that glistens in the sun. My pubic hair is also long and luxurious, as are my eyelashes which frame my brown eyes. My body is oiled and smooth, and when I move it shimmers in the light.
I am a member of the Powhatan tribe, and I grew up in the lush green forests that surround our village. As a child, I loved to play in the waterfalls and streams that flow through our land, and my hair would hang down like long black ribbons.
My mother was a master braider, and she taught me how to style my hair into intricate updos that showed off my long neck and slender shoulders. She also taught me how to use natural oils and herbs to keep my hair healthy and shiny.
As I grew older, my beauty became even more evident. My breasts were full and round, my waist narrow and my hips curvy. Men would stare at me in the village, but I only had eyes for one - a young brave named John Smith who came to our land from England.
John was tall and handsome with chiseled features and striking blue eyes. He fell in love with me at first sight, and we soon began a passionate affair. But our love was doomed from the start, as the tensions between our peoples grew stronger.
One day, John was captured by my people and brought before our chief. Despite my pleas for mercy, he was sentenced to death. As he stood there waiting to be executed, I ran into the forest and hid. When I finally returned, it was too late - John had been killed.
I was heartbroken, but I knew that I could never return to my people after what had happened. So I fled to England, where I met a kind man named Samuel who took me in as his wife. We had two children together, and I lived happily with them for many years until finally passing away at the age of 50.
My legacy lives on through my descendants, but I will always remember the time I spent with John Smith - the love we shared and the tragedy that ultimately tore us apart.