For as long as I can remember, I have been getting naked for men.

As a small child, I was regarded as "cute" and, in the Pyreneen south of France where I was born, I spent much of my life naked in front of cameras. There was no actual sex involved at first so it was regarded as "art" rather than "child porn". However, it didn't take me long to work out that I received better presents when not wearing panties, especially when I opened my legs really wide for them.

My English father was aerospace designer David Smith, son of WW2 and Korean War veteran, David "Dai" Smith and his Iranian-born wife Gertrude Harutunian. They had met during a forces stint in Armenia in the 1950s.

My mother was born in French Catalunya to French and Spanish Catalans living in Andorra. She had spent most of her working life in Florida, USA, programming computers for NASA. They met at an Arianespace Conference in Vernon, married in 1980, and I was the result.

By the time I was ten, thousands of nude pics of me were in private collections and in illegal magazines all over Eastern Europe.

It was then that my life changed completely. My mother was driving to visit her parents in February 1991, then living in Les Escaldes, Andorra, and I was strapped in the back seat. Whether it was the ice, the speed at which she drove, we'll never know. Investigating police suspected sabotage because it is thought that my mother was about to "blow the whistle" about what was going on at home. The road over the plateau from Prats-de-Mollo in France to Mollo in Spain is a road to be avoided even in mid summer. In winter, it can be treacherous. Our car went through the barrier and plunged into the ravine a hundred feet below.

By the time they found us, I was in a freezing unconsciousness, bleeding profusely from cuts to my legs and chest as well as internal injuries to my abdomen from the lap seatbelt. We were rushed to Barcelona where I underwent emergency surgery. I was soon out of danger but my father, when he arrived, was assured that my internal injuries were so severe that I would never be able to have children. They had been unable to save my mother.

It was only a matter of weeks before father and I were in England at his family home in Branksome Park, Dorset.

I loved Dorset - the school, our home, the beach. Whenever I could, I'd take all my clothes off, especially when there were men around.

I don't ever remember having a steady boyfriend - I was far more interested in the Dirty Old Men who watched and touched me in our garden and on the beach in the evenings. I had sex with dozens of men on the beach at Branksome Chine.

I have to say that there was no pressure or coercion involved. I discovered very quickly that as soon as I had their penis in my hand or mouth, I wielded great power over them. Being videotaped posing in sexual positions with them soon led to actual penetration.

When I was seventeen, that I met my cousin and her father from the Lake District. Lee and my father were step-brothers but had not seen much of each other and made contact only by greeting cards at Xmas and the like.

Lee was still getting over a marriage, 35 years in length. I fell in love at once but Lee was not yet over his first wife. Sarah was on holiday from the USA where she was making comic-book nude sessions. I was just sitting my advanced exams in Astrophysics and would have time free afterwards. My room-mate at college was from Portland, Oregon, so we made arrangements from me to fly out and spend some time at home with her there.

Almost immediately, I was offered work as a club dancer. At first, I only did topless dancing and I loved exposing myself to hundreds of horny men which turned me on even more. So, I lied about my age and, aged 17, I began to strip completely naked, opening my legs as wide as I possbly could.

It was while stripping at a club that I was spotted by Matt Fracas of Matt's Models and agreed to pose for him. I used the name I had used as a dancer - Tiffany. The shoot, filmed on my 18th birthday, included a video, not good quality, but enough to attract the interest of other photographers. Most of these were of the "one man and his camcorder" variety, renting motel rooms for cheap shoots, allegedly as auditions for the bigger studios.

No, I was not stupid. I knew right from the start that all they wanted to do was get into my knickers by any plausible means. But they were generally older men, like the ones who had taken pics of me as a teenie. So I decided to just enjoy it. I was never conned or persuaded to do anything against my will. Within a month, I was being photographed and videotaped having some kind of sex with a dozen or more men a week, using the name Annie as my contract with the strip club would not allow me to pose as Tiffany.

By the end of summer, 1999, Amateurpages had filmed and photographed every intimate detail of me as Ryan, ALS had done softcore shoots using the name Emily, and I had done other work for CDGirls and other relatively smaller studios.

I just loved being nude in front of men, and knowing that millions of guys would be wanking over my pictures.

It was not unusual for me to be having sex with 20-30 different men in any given week. Off-screen, my love-life was non-existent.

At the end of 1999, I was suffering from over-tiredness and decided to take a couple of weeks out and return to Europe with Sarah. We went to her father's apartment in Spain where I found Lee again - by this time living with another porn model, my friend Natalje Reiborn who had worked under the stage name Ember.

I have to admit to being incredibly jealous. But we all went out together on a bar-crawl on Millennium Night where Naj admitted that they had never actually slept together and that Lee actually had a thing going for me and watched my videos all the time. Quite a change for a man who had only ever had one wife.

After a few drinks, we ended up on the beach together. And then on the hood of the car in the car park, back at the apartment on the floor, the table, the settee and the bed.

He asked me to marry him but I said "no". How could I? I was in the middle of several running contracts. I would love to have said "yes" and stuck to doing softcore-only shoots. But it was impossible. I knew that I had dozens of men to perform with over the next few months. How could I marry Lee and still have sex with all these other men?

He said he didn't mind but I minded. I was a whore and he was a decent guy. I tried to forget him but found that I was having sex with other guys while imagining it was Lee. That spring, I made over a hundred hardcore porn movies with so many men that I actually lost count. Some sessions were with more than one man.

Then came the blow. Since my accident, I'd had no periods (common with athletes). So when I missed several, it did not concern me. But by April, it was obvious to everyone that I was pregnant. How could this be? The doctors in Barcelona had said it would be impossible. My agent began to make arrangements for me to have an abortion but I was adamant. I wanted this baby. Lee appeared at a shoot one day and asked me again, and I said no. I had no idea who the father might be and the baby could be black, white, red or yellow. But he assured me that it did not matter. He would look after me and the baby - no matter what. I said "yes" and we were married in June at a hotel close to where we had met in Cumbria.

With love, we made it through the rest of 2000 somehow. But there was still the pressure to finish existing contracts.

So I completed a dozen or more shoots for Walton Photography who sold the pics to Amateur Teen Kingdom. Quite funny really because I was never an amateur and definitely not a teen any more.

I did very few hardcore shoots after that - all with Lee's approval. The most memorable were Fleshhunter and New Breed by Jules Jordan.

Lee was getting worried because he was twice my age and finding it difficult to satisfy my inbred nymphomania. So we came to a compromise. I had done a few shoots with his son, Tony, two of which were published worldwide. So Tony moved in upstairs from us in Toulouse and "filled in the gaps", so to speak.

I like sex but I am much happier when other men are watching me being fucked and, better still, awaiting their turn.

I love being gang-banged by dozens of horny men who each want to do me several times.

I moved back to my family home in Languedoc and now work freelance in aerospace so I have two good men permanently at my disposal - one at home and the other at my ski lodge in Andorra. Am I satisfied?

Not on your life. This is why I spend so much time chatting on line. That way, I can live out some of my unfulfilled fantasies with guys from all around the world.

My favourite is still the one where I get kidnapped by a class of my students, stripped naked, and tied, spread-eagle across a desk while 100 horny virgin schoolboys explore me, play disgusting games with me and all take turns to have their way with me.