Shawna Lenee
Bare Desire
Kara Bare stands five-foot-two and weighs ninety-nine pounds. Blue eyes, 32C-25-34. She entered the business in 2005, already on a mission, and has shot more than fifty-three scenes since, eight in 2008 alone. Penthouse published her. Machines and solo clips keep her busy between partners. At eighteen she left home for Los Angeles, chasing a fantasy she first confessed at fifteen. Her parents hated the choice; she didn’t care. An agent signed her fast, and her first camera day was Service Animals 21. She shook until the lights hit, then worked through it. Kara tried anal once, off-camera, with a boyfriend. She says she might do it again if the scene feels right. She dropped the name Mynor because it made her skin crawl, tried Kara Star, then settled on Bare before landing on Shawna Lenee. Praise matters more than paychecks. She beams when directors tell her a scene worked. “God made me to be a porn star,” she laughs. She sees herself as an entertainer first, actress second. Before porn she flipped burgers at Wendy’s. Her first concert was Brad Paisley; her first car, a Pontiac. She keeps a crush on Dusty Mcartney and swears she’d sleep with him if the chance came. Football and video games fill her downtime. Ice cream is her weakness. In bed she wants to be pinned—missionary, arms held or wrists bound. She calls it a phase, but the cuffs stay handy. Palm Springs is her present escape; France waits on a someday list.
Kara Bare stands five-foot-two and weighs ninety-nine pounds. Blue eyes, 32C-25-34. She entered the business in 2005, already on a mission, and has shot more than fifty-three scenes since, eight in 2008 alone. Penthouse published her. Machines and solo clips keep her busy between partners. At eighteen she left home for Los Angeles, chasing a fantasy she first confessed at fifteen. Her parents hated the choice; she didn’t care. An agent signed her fast, and her first camera day was Service Animals 21. She shook until the lights hit, then worked through it. Kara tried anal once, off-camera, with a boyfriend. She says she might do it again if the scene feels right. She dropped the name Mynor because it made her skin crawl, tried Kara Star, then settled on Bare before landing on Shawna Lenee. Praise matters more than paychecks. She beams when directors tell her a scene worked. “God made me to be a porn star,” she laughs. She sees herself as an entertainer first, actress second. Before porn she flipped burgers at Wendy’s. Her first concert was Brad Paisley; her first car, a Pontiac. She keeps a crush on Dusty Mcartney and swears she’d sleep with him if the chance came. Football and video games fill her downtime. Ice cream is her weakness. In bed she wants to be pinned—missionary, arms held or wrists bound. She calls it a phase, but the cuffs stay handy. Palm Springs is her present escape; France waits on a someday list.