I can recognize the precise moment in which they fall in
love with me. It's not in the eyes, or the lips, as some
people seem to think. It's in the ears: they prickle. I know
this, because people have been falling in love with ever
since I could remember myself. I was simply the prettiest in
school, in high school, and in college. Lush hair, full warm
lips, tight figure, and dark eyes that sparkle with life,
intelligence, and joy. My tits are probably my best feature.
They look perfect no matter what I wear. They are firm,
upright, with an elegant curve ending in a supple point. And
I'm nice, too. I mean, really nice. I give everyone the time
of day, am honestly interested in what they have to say, and
never patronize anybody. I'm even nice to girls that hate me
for my appearance, so common in the feminine politics of
jealousy. I win them over by being a real person, who really
doesn't expect to get more than them from life, even though
I do. When you are beautiful, doors magically open for you.


I know what I do to them, and I always have. I can see their
eyes moving across my dark skin, trapped in my eyes, my
nipples, my ass. I can see the pictures formed in their
minds. This doesn't upset me. How could it upset me? I know
I have been gifted, so I smile my perfect, sincere smile,
and then see their ears prickle.

I want you to want me. I want you to desire, with a real
glimmer of hope that you can have me, because you actually
can. I want you to be your very best, to achieve your
highest, to make yourself worthy for me. This is my gift to
the world: I am the prize. When you become beautiful, the
door will magically open for you, and then, you will be the
world's gift to me.

Just hurry up before my breasts sag, will you? I won't be
such a prize then.