If you’d told me when I was 19 that I would end up making tens of thousands of dollars from OnlyFans, I would never have believed you.
I’d always been the good girl, fitting inside the box that society thought I should as a woman. I never wanted to upset anyone and became a Mormon shortly before my 20th birthday.
During my upbringing in a conservative household in Gardnerville, Nevada, sex was never talked about. It was considered bad.
I was raised to believe that marriage came first, and most of my friends lost their virginity well before I did at the age of 18.
I never even had a boyfriend before graduating high school in 1996. Then, after moving to Las Vegas — so-called ‘Sin City’ — to attend a dental school, I met someone there.
Like a lot of people in the area, he was Mormon and as our relationship became serious it didn’t take me long to convert.
I think it filled a void in my life because I was looking for some greater meaning. I followed the rules, never drinking alcohol or even coffee because of the buzz from the caffeine.
At 24, I met Jarom, my future husband, after breaking up with my first boyfriend. He was also studying dentistry, at the age of 24. We both had a lot going on in terms of academic work, but we just about found the time to fall in love.
I moved to Las Vegas – so-called ‘Sin City’ – to attend a dental school. Soon after, I became a Mormon. (Pictured: Kelly Lamoreaux).
I met Jarom, my future husband who also studying dentistry, at the age of 24. We both had a lot going on in terms of academic work, but we just about found the time to fall in love. (Pictured: Kelly Lamoreaux).
Jarom, who was raised in Gilbert, Arizona, had a devout Mormon background, too. We married at a temple in Mesa, Arizona, in 2004.
Jarom would carry copies of The Book of Mormon in the back of his car, giving them out to people at gas stations. He really considered it his mission to spread the word.
I admired him for that — and tried to become the perfect Mormon wife.
I covered myself up in line with the religion and wore what I can only describe as frumpy clothes. Things are said in Mormonism — and in religion in general, that if a woman doesn’t dress modestly, she’ll tempt men and make them sin.
As a result, you must wear thin white fabric under your clothes to cover up your skin. You must even wear your bra and underwear on top of the garments. If it was 130 degrees outside, you’d still have to put up with layers. But I got used to the long johns and full-sleeved tops that covered my legs, arms and shoulders.
I was told that, if I took them off, I wouldn’t be protected by God. My husband was the only person allowed to see my body.
In 2006, at the age of 28, I qualified as a fully-fledged dentist after eight years of training. It was an intensive program, partly because they want to weed out the people who can’t stay the course.
Jarom and I worked at a couple of dental practices before establishing our first practice in Monument, Colorado, in 2008.
I’m a very driven person and, the moment I accomplished one thing, I was onto the next — juggling a demanding career with raising my kids. We had our third girl in 2009 and our son in 2012.
Looking back, I realize I put on a lot of baby weight. But I wasn’t particularly unhappy with my figure because I thought it was bad to be vain.
Then, when Jrom and I were both 35, we started to question the Mormon church. We read things on the internet which, in our opinion, showed the inconsistencies and hypocrisy of the faith. In the end we left for good.
It was especially difficult for Jarom who’d been born into the religion. His family was appalled, and we were estranged from them for a while. It took them months to start talking again with Jarom. They still had a wall up against me.
But I didn’t really care. I felt like I’d been liberated. From my teens to my mid-30s, I’d been wearing dowdy clothes. Suddenly I was intoxicated by the freedom I felt. I could show off my body after more than 15 years of hiding it.
It gave me the motivation to lose weight. I changed my diet to eating healthier. In the end, I lost almost 70 pounds.
Meanwhile, I started going to the gym. At first, it felt weird dressing in a little crop top and gym pants. But then I felt empowered about finally showing parts of myself I wouldn’t have dreamed of before.
Inspired by a friend, I took up body building. I competed in fitness competitions in the bikini division where you don’t have to bulk up. You do various poses and are judged on your physique.
I covered myself up in line with the religion and wore what I can only describe as frumpy clothes. Things are said in Mormonism — and in religion in general, that if a woman doesn’t dress modestly, she’ll tempt men and make them sin.
Jerom and I married at a temple in Mesa, Arizona, in 2004. (Pictured: Kelly Lamoreaux with husband, Jerom.)
Jarom, who was going through a transformation of his own after leaving the church, loved the change. ‘I feel like a billionaire because I’m walking beside you,’ he told me.
I started modeling swimwear and sportswear, appearing in on-line magazines.
Next I launched an Instagram account, striking some sexy poses, and was delighted to get about 150,000 followers very quickly.
My photos weren’t overtly sexual, but I’d show my cleavage and legs. I also included photos of me as a dentist. I never thought there was a problem in combining the two.
In 2023, I got more daring on Instagram, which attracted 800,000 followers.
Then a fitness model friend who’d appeared on the Playboy website encouraged me to try it. Playboy felt iconic to me, not trashy. I remember seeing photos of the Baywatch stars Pamela Anderson and Brandy Roderick in the magazine and wanted to be like them.
I posted photos and videos. They were never explicit. I didn’t even go topless. But gradually, I built up a following.
A month after I started, a subscriber offered me $5,000 for a 30-second video of me pleasuring myself. I was really shocked at first. But then I thought about how I could do it without showing my face in case the video was leaked.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was worth it for the money. It was the easiest money I’d ever earned.
The same guy paid me a total $40,000 over the next four weeks for follow-up photos and videos. I slowly got more confident about revealing my identity. By then, I didn’t think twice about using my real name, Dr Kelly.
Soon, I had tens of thousands of Playboy subscribers. In late 2023, some of them wanted me to go on OnlyFans, where the real money was. The content is also monetized by subscriptions, tips and pay per view so it made financial sense. I made at least $100,000 per month, far more than I was earning from my dental practice.
But I didn’t want to quit dentistry. It was my passion. Besides, I’d trained so hard to achieve what I had; I wasn’t going to give it up.
I genuinely didn’t — and still don’t think — going on a platform like OnlyFans should stop me from pursuing a medical career.
But once you’ve crossed one line, it becomes easier to justify going further.
After just three months on OnlyFans, I started creating more explicit content and teamed up with another creator, traveling to Los Angeles to make videos with him which we’d post on the site. Each video cost the subscriber $110. We’d make three in a month and earn $100,000.
I’m a very driven person and, the moment I accomplished one thing, I was onto the next. I juggled a demanding career with raising my kids. We had our third boy in 2009 and our daughter in 2012. (Pictured: Kelly Lamoreaux with family members).
Jarom was my greatest cheerleader, especially when he learned how much money I was making. He even accompanied me to the shoots to watch and make sure I was OK.
He never got jealous and encouraged me to push my boundaries. But I refused to do anything I felt uncomfortable with.
I never introduced dentistry into my OnlyFans content. But I saw no shame in telling my subscribers that I was a dentist.
But someone somewhere managed to figure out where I worked. Unfortunately, they took screenshots of my performances and sent them to my family, including my kids. It was a horrible, vindictive thing and I still don’t understand why they did it.
Jarom and I will never forget the look on our 16-year-old’s face in December 2023 when he got back from school one day. ‘What were you thinking, Mom?’ he said, showing us the anonymous Instagram messages on his phone.
But we sat down and had a conversation. Some of the kids’ friends found out. But they didn’t judge me. OnlyFans is much more mainstream in the younger generation.
I haven’t got to the bottom of who sent the images to my children, my mom and my in-laws. Mom was taken aback and my in-laws said they were shocked and appalled. But they’re more accepting now.
It seems the same person emailed the grabs to a company from whom I buy products like veneers. They probably also sent them to other vendors, who were too polite to let me know.
My fans wanted me to go on OnlyFans, where the real money was. The content is monetized by subscriptions, tips and pay per view. It made financial sense. I made at least $100,000 per month, far more than I was earning from my dental practice. (Pictured: Kelly Lamoreaux).
Someone managed to figure out where I worked. Unfortunately, they took screenshots of my performances and sent them to my family, including my kids. It was a horrible, vindictive thing and I still don’t understand why they did it. (Pictured: Kelly Lamoreaux).
Meanwhile, somebody on a Facebook group for dentists with hundreds or even thousands of members posted about my OnlyFans work.
Some of the commenters wanted to know how I could have self-respect as a dentist when I was putting myself out there in sexually explicit pictures and video.
I guess they thought if you’re an attractive, curvaceous woman, you’re dumb and can’t do the job properly.
Others came to my defense: why should the fact I’m in the health profession bar me from expressing my sexuality and making money to boot?
I took an eight-month break from OnlyFans after the bully did their thing. But I didn’t want them to win so re-launched my account in the fall of 2024 at the age of 47. I post content that is a little tamer than before but it’s doing well.
My earnings are no longer quite as much as six figures every month, but I’m still making a lot of money. I’ve paid off my student loans, my practice debt, the liability and the mortgage of my $2.8 million, five-bedroom house. I’ve invested heavily in real estate and my kids’ college funds.
The dentistry teams who works for me and my husband don’t care about the way we’re supplementing our income.
I don’t know how many of my patients recognize me from OnlyFans. If they do, they don’t mention it. I suppose it would feel awkward if I was doing a dental exam on a known subscriber.
I know that some people — like those misogynistic dentists on Facebook who criticized me — are judgmental. But I honestly don’t give a damn.
As told to Jane Ridley. If you’ve got a powerful story to share, please email jane.ridley@mailonline.com
