The first shoot I was proper nervous and didn’t know what to expect really. I thought it might be full of random old men having a perv from behind a wall or something! But it was actually fine – there was only about 6 people there at the most and they were mainly girls (make up artist, stylist, someone from Candycrib).
The second one was COMPLETELY different. I’d been asked for a test shoot and I had it in my head that I’d be competing with all these different girls. I’d put on a load of weight before then so I was completely paranoid about being the “Fat One” and very nearly didn’t go.
When I got there there was tonnes of people – loads of make up artists and stylists, random youngish blokes sat behind laptops and fiddling with cameras, the photographer, 5 other models…It was mad! I felt really out of place because I didn’t have a clue what I was supposed to be doing and who I was supposed to be talking to.
I didn’t really wander around naked. They give you a robe to wear so it’s not so bad. But you ARE naked underneath! It was really embarassing on the first shoot because I was sat there naked as the day I was born under this robe while having my face and hair done! I felt SO aware that I had no knickers on and kept crossing my legs and holding the robe tightly together!
Walking around in underwear in front of people doesn’t bother me because I walk around on a beach in a bikini and that shows the same amount of flesh off.
I think you just have your own limits of what you’re happy to do. Like I’d never go legs akimbo in some top shelf mag. That’s just not what I want to do. Ever. I think implied nude is where the photo looks like you’re completely naked but you don’t show anything. Like in Nuts where the girls standing side on and it looks like she has no pants on or is holding her hand in front of her bits – that kinda thing.
The first time I took photos of myself was when I was about 18 and wanted to be a model. I took 3 crappy photos of myself in a bikini with what I thought was “tousled” hair and sent them to Loaded. My hair was actually a state and I looked like I’d been dragged through a bush so obviously they didn’t get in touch.
So I forgot about it, went to uni, etc. Then I can’t really remember why I first took photos. It probably was for my boyfriend and then just got into it and sent them off and set up profiles. Then I was offered the Reveal shoot.
The Reveal was supposed to be this massive thing. For every click on the Reveal webpage, one pixel covering me was removed, until I’m totally topless.I think we all had big expectations of it. When I first joined Candycrib there was apparently some massive uproar and I shot up to one of the most popular girls of all time. I’d never, ever shown my nips and everyone wanted me to. I’m not a known model so it was never going to be a big deal, though. Hence it only having 40,000 pixels removed in over four months.
It was a big decision to go nipples out for Candycrib because I was adamant that I wouldn’t do it unless I got a lot of money. The way it was worded I thought it would end up being the start of my career but the Reveal ended up a bit of a let down and I don’t think CC expected it to take this long either!
I always wanted to do it I just thought I’d be like Lucy Pinder and take my time and get more money for it. But things don’t always turn out the way you want so you just have to live with it!
The pictures on my MyNuts page are the same as Candycrib – I take them all myself except the ones for www.pinupfiles.com. I don’t actually have a clue how to find out the ratings compared to other girls! But it doesn’t bother me. I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea and for every bloke who likes my pics there’s one who doesn’t – that’s just the way it is. I don’t let stuff like that get me down because it’s completely pointless!
I don’t really think about the photos being out there too much. In a way I kind of like it – not in an “I’m amazing” way, just a nice way knowing there’s people who like them. It’s not exactly flattering thinking men get a bit overexcited at my photos! It’s only weird because I don’t actually think about it. It’s weird but I don’t do my pictures thinking “This will get their dicks hard” it’s more “yeh I look fit like that” or “my boobs look huge in this bra”.
God the weirdest comment was probably something long winded about how beautiful I was. The filthy ones just make me laugh – like “I’d like to smash you from behind” – they’re just funny to me. But the long essay comments telling me how I’m like a sunrise? No thanks!
I don’t think I’ll regret it when I’m older. I never regret anything I do or say because it’s life – you live and learn. I enjoy the shoots and seeing my photos and seeing people’s comments. I’ve had people say “How are you going to explain it to your grandkids” but it doesn’t bother me. I’ll be a wrinkly old bag so I’ll be bloody chuffed to say “I looked like that when I was younger”.
I don’t think I’ll ever want to go further than implied nude. And I’d honestly only ever do implied nude for good money or for Playboy. I could never show my ladybits. Just, no…ugh!
At this point, we opened the floor to questions from Twitter.
Hmmm…There’s a lot of controversy surrounding the objectification of women in the media. Mary Whitehouse would probably be spinning in her grave if she’d how women are being portrayed at the moment. So I guess my question to you is…do you take it up the arse?
No I don’t take it up the arse. Never would either!
Do you agree with the Copenhagen Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics?
I have no idea what the Copenhagen Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics is (I’m sure many people don’t by the way). Let me Google it. I don’t have time to read it all at work. It’s someone else’s opinion on something I know nothing about therefore I have no opinion of it. So I don’t agree or disagree.
I’m getting paid for men to see me in underwear. And I don’t get why to be honest. It’s the same as what you’d see on the beach…Same goes for the women who think I’m degrading myself. I’m pretty sure they wear bikinis on holiday and to go swimming in. I’m happy. I don’t feel degraded. I don’t care.
The only thing that does annoy me is when people assume I must be thick as two short planks or some massive slag. Getting my tits out isn’t my only option in life you know – I do have a brain, a good one at that too I might add. It just happens to be a hell of a lot easier than actually working and it also pays better.
When you’re wanking at home do you get off to the thought of fat, sweaty, balding men bashing over your tits?
I don’t wank at home. If I did I’d picture Chris Brown wanking rather than some old man. It’s a much prettier sight.
Do you put hairspray on your nipples to make them stick out or rub them with porkpies?
…They stick out all the time anyway you freak.
Can I have a look at your tits?
Not for free no, give me a fiver and you can. OR you can just go on www.candycrib.com/princessaurora, www.pinupfiles.com and www.mynuts.co.uk/mynuts/sarawillis
What satisfaction does she derive from a load of dribbling spastics wanking over her?
Why do they need to be “spastics”?
What satisfaction do I get?
Hmm…
Seeing the money hit my account just for standing there with my tits out maybe? Yeh I think that’s it.
Sara’s website, which you should definitely not visit at work, can be found at bustysara.com, where you can see pictures, videos and read fascinating things like: “When I was younger I used to smear it up my arms and lick it…off…Yes I was a freak.”

Hmmm… I need to evaluate the size of her breasts against other breasts. Just to get a fair comparison. I shall undertake some in-depth research. I may report back. I may not. It depends on whether I still have the use of my right hand.