Codey Steele, Scorpio, born 1976 in Los Angeles, grew up Mormon with a gang of troublemaking buddies who kept him busy. First time he ever got laid was with his girlfriend at a brand-new high school in some podunk town full of girls bored out of their skulls by the same old faces. He branded himself the neighborhood “PROmiscuous” stud and made out like a bandit.
He had dreams of aerospace engineering, but secretly he’d been that kid who’d strip for laughs at any party. After the nine-to-five slog, porn curiosity flared back up when he scrolled Twitter and spotted ads for a company in Arizona. No messages, just lurking—until he finally emailed and claimed he was local. They handed him three scenes, no experience, zero real guidance. Double duty wore thin, but he stuck it out. Then he met Alison Rey, vacations to LA turned into a permanent move.
Favorite film? Grandma’s Boy. Horror? Loves the ones where the hero gets slaughtered in spectacular gore.
Off-camera he lifts, cooks, and travels. Shooting for Pure Taboo felt like a party: great energy from Bree, a fun crew, and zero tension that let the sex hit different.
He figures people already harbor those taboo urges; seeing them on screen might simply help folks map their own kinks. The pearl-clutching crowd might freak, but even they’ll sneak another look, he swears. Viewers know the deal; they signed up, they’ll leave happy. As for getting caught, he says it’s never happened—everything stays strictly, enthusiastically consensual.
Codey Steele, Scorpio, born 1976 in Los Angeles, grew up Mormon with a gang of troublemaking buddies who kept him busy. First time he ever got laid was with his girlfriend at a brand-new high school in some podunk town full of girls bored out of their skulls by the same old faces. He branded himself the neighborhood “PROmiscuous” stud and made out like a bandit.
He had dreams of aerospace engineering, but secretly he’d been that kid who’d strip for laughs at any party. After the nine-to-five slog, porn curiosity flared back up when he scrolled Twitter and spotted ads for a company in Arizona. No messages, just lurking—until he finally emailed and claimed he was local. They handed him three scenes, no experience, zero real guidance. Double duty wore thin, but he stuck it out. Then he met Alison Rey, vacations to LA turned into a permanent move.
Favorite film? Grandma’s Boy. Horror? Loves the ones where the hero gets slaughtered in spectacular gore.
Off-camera he lifts, cooks, and travels. Shooting for Pure Taboo felt like a party: great energy from Bree, a fun crew, and zero tension that let the sex hit different.
He figures people already harbor those taboo urges; seeing them on screen might simply help folks map their own kinks. The pearl-clutching crowd might freak, but even they’ll sneak another look, he swears. Viewers know the deal; they signed up, they’ll leave happy. As for getting caught, he says it’s never happened—everything stays strictly, enthusiastically consensual.
