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Picnic by the Pond. A perfect afternoon for a picnic! The beauty all around was too much to resist and soon became a feast of sensual delights.
Cas leisurely sitting on a wooden bridge in a remote part of the galaxy. Model: Cas Diaz
In the Clock Tower – Models: Sophia Jade and Crystal A
Color Clouds. Models: Crystal Nicole @taurusbbbyy Jenn Michelle @jenn__michellle
Olinka Lickova nude on boulder. From our first of many photoshoots.
Lovely pinup style shot of Kay Ace sitting in a picture window. Also Frankie Bunny. You can barely see her, but she’s back there, swinging on a swing and happily surprised to see a T. Rex coming up on her. Models: Kay Ace, Frankie Bunny
Church of the Damned. Model: Olinka Lickova
Olinka in the Church of the Damned
In the Church of the Damned, where shadows dance,
Olinka stands, exalted, a spectral trance.
Above the dark demons and undead wail,
She rises, a figure in a ghostly veil.
The air, thick with a greenish swampy haze,
Creeps through the crevasses, in a spectral daze.
The rotting basilica, a haunted stage,
Its pilasters crumble in an ancient age.
Olinka’s presence, a beacon in the gloom,
A silhouette against the haunted tomb.
Her eyes, pools of mystery, deep and vast,
Hold the secrets of a forgotten past.
Around her, the undead whisper in despair,
Demons bow in reverence, a macabre affair.
As the swampy mist encircles each decayed stone,
Olinka stands, in majesty, alone.
A symphony of darkness, a spectral ballet,
In the Church of the Damned, where shadows play.
Olinka, a queen in this ethereal domain,
In haunting beauty, she shall forever reign.
Jane, Astrid, and Starla relaxing nude in a cool waterfall on a hot summer day. This was a public park and even though it was a weekday morning without many visitors, a few passersby did get quite an eyeful!
Roadhouse Dancers. Models (L to R): Sophia Jade, Crystal A, Kay Ace, Lior Allay, Amelie Belain, Olinka Lickova
We grow like snakes, shedding layers of skin that we leave behind in dried-out, lifeless husks as we get larger and larger–only these skins take on many forms in many dimensions: the cradle, the playpen, school, ignorance, fears, home, church, friends, belief systems, teams, clubs, tribes, self-image, etc.; and until we shed these once-protective, now-restrictive layers, we are confined in virtual jars that are usually transparent enough to see at least some of what is outside but prevents us from exploring all that is beyond the glass walls of whatever manifestations of super-ego we find ourselves trapped behind.
