II was just eighteen when I met Ralph. He was twenty, a bit overweight, and not athletletic at all. Ralph was a big gamer who liked smoking weed, so we got together. He was very jealous and was deathly afraid of me fucking other guys, and with good reason. In high school, I was pretty much of a slut. Everyone in school knew it, and so did Ralph. I was surprised he went to my high school because I never remembered fucking...

I returned home after my first film, unsure whether I could continue on my current path. I had no way to explain my movies to my family or friends. I was becoming a porn actress, not what I thought I was signing up for, but it's where I was. If I stopped now, I could go home and live a normal life with my family. My family wasn't my only sticking point; fucking and sucking groups of men on film was taking a toll on my sel...

The morning after the pool party, I sulked around my apartment, hating myself for what I did and had to endure. I thought about packing my bag and heading back home. I wanted to talk to someone about it, but I knew I couldn't tell anyone that sordid tale. I cried off and on all morning, feeling sorry for myself. After lunch and a nap, I sat on the couch and opened the movie contracts Mr. French had given me. The first is...