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Centrefold shocker!

My dirty little secret's made me so happy...


Published by: Laura Hinton
Published on: 29 September 2011

When most women go through a divorce, they get a new wardrobe, have their hair cut differently, sign up for online dating... you know the drill.
And for two years, that's exactly what I'd done.
But I was still miserable. I had a uniform of dowdy jeans, joggers and t-shirts, and my hair was styled in a frumpy bob. More than anything, I was desperate for something exciting to happen.
So, when Simon, 50, had accidentally bumped into me in the pub, I was in for a surprise.
‘Wow, you're beautiful,' he'd flirted. I wasn't used to such compliments - or feeling such a sizzle of chemistry!
‘Thanks,' I'd grinned. Before I'd known it, we'd exchanged numbers - and tumbled into bed! We'd barely been out of it this past month.
‘I feel like a teenager again,' I said. Suddenly, Simon reached down the side
of the bed and picked up his camera.
‘What's that for?' I gasped.
‘You've got a figure to die for!' he gushed.
‘I want to take some photos.'
‘Don't be silly,' I blushed. ‘I'm a middle-aged, size 14 woman with 36F boobs - not a size 8 blonde bombshell!'
But as I remembered all those years I'd felt frumpy, the times I'd longed to feel sexy, something inside me snapped. After all, as far as this fella was concerned, I was sexy!
‘Okay then,' I grinned before I could change my mind.
Before I knew it, I was pouting seductively at the camera, posing in different positions. I soon forgot my nerves.
Finally, Simon stopped snapping and flicked through the digital images. ‘Have a look,' he said.
‘Oh no!' I cringed.
But then I glimpsed one photo. ‘Wow!' I gasped. ‘I look hot!'
‘You should send them to a naughty magazine,' Simon grinned.
‘No way,' I scoffed. ‘Blokes would just laugh at me!'
Something about Simon's enthusiasm was intoxicating, though. So I pulled on my sensible coat, and trudged to the postbox.
A week later, I got a call from a top-shelf magazine! ‘We loved you,' the guy said.
‘And we want to book you in for a shoot at an old country cottage.'
I was so excited but, once at the shoot in Halifax, I was a bundle of nerves. Before, it'd been just me and Simon. Now there was a professional photographer, would nerves get to me?
I sprawled out on a four-poster bed, my heart hammering. Was I really going to do this?
Ever so slowly I peeled off my bra, until I was left in just my black, lacy thong. My nerves lessened with each moment.
‘Brilliant,' the photographer said. ‘Now, just tilt your head slightly...'
This was so surreal. But I looked and felt a million dollars as I flashed my flesh like a real striptease, surprising myself by how good I was!
On the train home, I couldn't stop giggling. I'd made £200 for a few hours work - and had such fun! It helped top up my wages from the old people's home where I was a carer.
I soon got calls from other men's magazines like Razzle and Escort, desperate for me to pose. Soon, I was stripping for life-drawing classes, too.
Now, nearing 50, I've appeared in 26 soft porn magazines, been ‘Wife of the Month' twice, and even had a four-page spread dedicated to me!
Most importantly though, I've never felt more confident.
That's why I'm finally coming clean about my ‘dirty'
little secret.
None of my friends know what I do, but I hope that by reading this, they'll see how happy my modelling makes me. I wear trendier clothes now, and I finally love me again. I'm definitely making the breast of life!
Sarah Cook, 49, Leicester