Answer: The first thing I remember as a child was my Mom saying to me, “Son” she said, “have I got a story for you, what you thought was your daddy, was nothin' but a....”. Wait! I’m getting my life mixed up with a Pearl Jam song. Let me start over. It actually was quite the contrary; my childhood was very surreal looking back. I had an extraordinary family life growing up with my parents continually catering to my needs and providing a loving and very stable home life. I truly believe if it weren’t for my parents’ patience and love I would be in jail or probably dead today.... Or maybe wind up in porn or something like that. :)
I was one of those kids that was very hyper growing up, you know those annoying kids that wouldn't sit down at a restaurant or at the movies or in school or, well you get it. I was one of those. Lets just say my passion for not sitting down helped me in sports. I played most every sport but my favorite was Baseball. I started playing as soon as I could stand and continued throughout high school. I’m a lefty so I pitched and played center field until I threw my arm out when I was going into my senior year. Talk about a let down. It was one of those lifetime dreams that shattered in a matter of a few weeks. So I did what any middle class American teen would do, I started drinking and doing drugs. Those were the good old days. Nothing too obsessive, just partying on the weekends and the occasional "ditching-school-cocktails" here and there but I still needed to kill some time so I tried out for my school’s golf team. I fucked around with my friends on some of our local par 3 courses and my Dad would take me out golfing with him a few times a year but other than that I didn't have that much golf experience. To make a long story short, I made the golf team and with a ton of practice I got pretty good. I went on to play for my college and I even received my junior PGA card. I was 17 years old with no job and back then if you showed this card to most golf courses they would let you play for free or charge you like only 5 bucks to play. I even got to play once against Tiger Woods. He wasn't in my group but I played in the same tournament as he did. My golf dreams came to a halting stop once I turned 19. 19 years old is the cut off age for the Junior PGA and unfortunately I wasn't good enough to advance to the next level. That meant no more free golf and I didn't have a job. I was still playing for my college but for some stupid reason we had to be at the golf course every weekday at 5 am and partying and hanging out with my friends eventually got in the way of that. So there goes my sports life. I finished up my schooling (degree in computer graphics) and went out and got a job so I could move out of my parents’ house. Finally at the ripe old age of 21 I decided to spread my wings and I ended up a half mile away from the California coastline. Life was good; I had a little bit of money and a lot of freedom.
I was at my new job and was out on my own for only one month when the company I worked for announced that they were going to hire a new vice president. Who really cares when you're in your early twenties, as long as they didn't harass me too much or get in the way of my surfing I didn't care who they hired until her huge natural titties walked or I should say bounced in. My boss ended up being a hot chick with big titties named Kelly Madison!
As the workdays pressed on we got more acquainted, our boss employee dialect turned into joking and flirting. One day I was driving home on the freeway and noticed she was right behind me. I moved over into the next lane so I could give her a hard time for following me and she smiled and laughed. We sped up, slowed down, flirted with each other until my exit approached where I got off and was thinking, “I can't wait to see her tomorrow”. Then I looked in my rear view mirror and she was getting off the freeway too. I made a left, she made a left. I made a right, she made a right, I made a left then another right and she was still right behind me! I turned right and pulled into my driveway and she put her brakes on but turned left into her driveway. Are you kidding me? We lived right next to each other? Work was about 25 miles away and we live 200 yards from each other! Our employee employer relationship dwindled from that point onward. We would go to the local bars after work, go to clubs and It didn't take long before we got really drunk and, let’s just say, got better acquainted. Work started getting more enjoyable and a lot easier for me. She would take me along on her sales calls and there would be no selling going on. Maybe we should have called them, “Carl's Jr. parking lot, keep your head down” calls. One day after one of our Carl's runs we were talking and came to find out we had a mutual friend in the adult industry. We were talking about how much money he was making and how crappy and amateur his product was. That’s when our porn career was born!
I think Kelly picks up from here on her model page. Thanks for hanging in there with me, hopefully it wasn't too painful. We have been in the adult industry for over 15 years now and here's to another 15. Cheers!
One other thing that's completely off topic, when I was growing up, one of my friends had a 1989 December Playboy. That's the one with Petra Verkaik as the playmate of the month. Holly shit! I remember being hypnotized by her body, mainly her huge, perfect, perky, natural breasts. I ripped some of the pages out of my friend’s Playboy without him knowing one day and brought them home. I kept those ripped out mag photos for a long time in my closet, all the while fantasizing about one day marrying a woman with a body like that. I think about that sometimes and I can't believe (yes, I'm going to say it) my dreams came true. I'm one lucky motha fucker. :)