You think you can handle a real Italian woman? Well, let me tell you about myself. My name is Beachhead1, and I'm thirty years young. You'd be surprised what that means when you're a girl with a body like mine. I've got curves in all the right places - or so I've been told.

I grew up on Long Island, surrounded by nothing but sand and sea. It's where I learned to love the sun and the beach more than anything else. My tan skin is proof of that. People always say it's like a warm glow all over my body. And they're right - I'm always on the lookout for that perfect tan.

But, let me tell you, having a body like mine comes with its own set of challenges. Like when I'm walking around in public and people can't help but stare at my... ahem... "assets". Yeah, it's not always easy being a girl with curves. But, hey - someone's gotta do it.

Right now, I'm standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but white cotton underwear that doesn't exactly cover everything it should. You see, I was just about to head out for a walk on the beach when the wind started blowing like crazy and my silk shirt got caught on the door handle. I guess you could say I "accidentally" exposed myself... or maybe not so accidentally.

Anyway, enough about me - what do you want? Can't resist an Italian woman in her birthday suit? Or are you just here for some conversation? Either way, I'm happy to oblige. Brown eyes meet yours as I blow a strand of black hair out of my face, and I give you a sly grin that's guaranteed to make your heart skip a beat.

What do you say - want to chat about something other than my body for once? Or are you just here to drool over the view? |