We knew Candy Manson before she was a porn star. In 2005, a freelance photographer sent in photos of Candy taken in Peoria, Illinois, before she had ever had sex in front of a camera. Right away, it was obvious that Candy would become a fuck star. There was something about her slutty look, the way she carried herself that said, “I’m going to fuck on film.”
And she did, no more than seven months later.
“I always knew I wanted to do it, and it was just a matter of time,” Candy told me in ’06. “After the photo shoots, I went back and forth to L.A. a few times because I was shooting, and I started spending so much time out there that it was pointless to stay in Chicago. I love having sex with boys with big cocks, and being in porn gives me the chance to have all the sex I want with boys with big cocks.”
Fair enough. Do what you love.
“I like watching myself fucking on video. It turns me on, especially afterwards when me and whoever I’m with watch it together, and he gets hard again and I’m still wet, and we do it all over again. That’s fun!”
Last time Candy appeared at SCORELAND2, we said that she was born for porn. Maybe that’s a stretch–“My mother and father are very, very old-school. They’re off the boat from Poland, so they’re set in their ways,” she said–but she got on the porn track quickly.
“Everything about me, everything I did growing up, was so shocking to them. Even the stupid things like body piercing, different-colored hair. I’ve been through them all. They kicked me out of the house a few times because they’d never seen anything like that. And being out and partying and making out with boys and drinking drove them crazy. They couldn’t control me. Just typical high school stuff, but for them it was like, ‘What’s going on? What’s wrong with her?’ But I got all of that out of my system while I was young, so that’s why I’m tame now.”
Tame, Candy? You could’ve fooled us.
