Four witches gather in a clearing in the woods to dance around a bonfire. Dancers: CJ, Angela, Leeanna, Anastasia
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Nature Vortex Nudes. Models: Ava May, Jemstarlight Moon
Sun-drenched. Model: Olinka Lickova
Olinka stands exposed, On the dock, by the lake’s edge, Sun-drenched haze wraps her, Nature’s canvas, unabashed, A moment in time, undressed.
Partying in the End Times – (L. to R.) Jinx Spectere, Destiny, Sophia Jade, Crystal A, Lareina Tay, Rachel Lily, Olinka Lickova
So I thought I would use my Photoshop skills and have a little fun channeling my inner 13-year-old’s sexual fantasies. I was quite an avid reader and collector of Archie comics as a kid. I would not have admitted it back then but I loved them just as much as my Marvel comics–maybe even more once I started adolescence. So here are the results of my fantasizing. There’s something uniquely erotic for me about these re-imaginings. Maybe because it takes me back to a hornier, more hormonally-charged period of my life, or maybe it’s the playful and innocent sexiness of them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. If so, let me know, and I will do more of them–maybe even try corrupting the Marvel universe. Topless Gwen Stacy? Naked Sue Storm? Hmmmm…
For this picture I put Violet on a pedestal, as a bigger-than-life statue of a goddess, in a grand atrium inspired by the uniquely creative artist M.C. Escher. Model: Violet
Crouching Lion, Hidden Wolf. Models: Violet and Ava May
Sunning Nude on a Big Boulder. Model: Jemstarlight Moon
Crystal in Congregation of Potato People. Model: Crystal A
Church of the Potato People
In the Church of the Tuber, where spuds convene,
A congregation of potato people, a sight unseen.
Their eyes, like russet orbs, fixed on the sacred ground,
As they gather in reverence, in silence profound.
Starch-filled hearts beat in unison, a tater’s devotion,
In pews of mashed delight, a tuberous emotion.
The pulpit adorned with skins, a priestly spud ascends,
Preaching the gospel of the harvest, where the potato life transcends.
But amid the devout, a stranger unknown,
A beauty in disguise, a presence all her own.
She, an outsider, a radiant yam,
In the sea of potatoes, a singular glam.
Her skin, a golden hue, not of earthly soil,
A sweet fragrance of difference, a celestial foil.
Yet, she hides among them, a secret delight,
In the congregation’s eyes, a clandestine light.
The potato people, unaware of her grace,
Continue their worship in the starchy space.
But the outsider listens, absorbing their prayer,
In the silence of tubers, a connection rare.
As the sermon concludes, and the congregation disbands,
The outsider reveals herself, a rose in the lands.
The potatoes, astonished, yet welcoming still,
In this diverse church, love trumps the thrill.
For in the Church of the Tuber, diversity blooms,
In the richness of differences, unity looms.
Potato people and yams, together they stand,
In the spud-filled sanctuary, hand in hand.
A nightmarish experience of being trapped in a dark empty void based on an actual nightmare. Featuring Jemstarlight Moon. Model: Jemstarlight Moon
Aurora Psilocybin. Model: Kay Ace. I once did Magic Truffles, and the view outside this window is more or less what I saw when I closed my eyes.