I moved away from all my friends and family to be near this man in Southern California, and I was trying to make it as a nude glamour model. I couldnât believe he was accusing me of âdisrespectingâ him. Somehow I magically mustered the confidence to properly stick up for myself. âRemember a few months ago when I told you I got that inquiry for Playboy Selfies TV and they asked me to submit cell phone videos and selfies? And I thought it was probably a scam but I submitted anyway? Thatâs what this was! Playboy doesnât do p0rnographic content-â
âRespectfullyâ he interrupted me again, âYou were looking into the camera and saying stuff like âdoes my p*ssy look tight to youâ? You donât call that p0rnographic?â
I understood a little why he was being so judgmental, but he already knew about and had seen my open leg modeling and er0tic content across the internet for years, since we first started dating. âItâs CONTENT.â I stated. âFor Playboy! You should be proud of me!â He just stared with motionless eyes at me. I tried to stare back, but relented and moved my gaze to the somewhat more peaceful flickering yellow light on the corners of the clear water glasses.
...to be continued...