Standing Like a Flamingo in a Magical Happy Place. Model: Lareina Tay
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Fairy Ass. Model: Amelie Belain
Nameless and hidden
In shadows of a shadow
Fairy Ass shines pure
Moments in Two Lifetimes – Models: Amelie Belain, Olinka Lickova
Sea Nymphs – An underwater fantasy of beautiful nudes and fantastical oceanic plant-like creatures. Model: Lethe
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
Hold On While I Fix Your Head. Actually, heads were, in fact fixed a little on this shoot. Several days of close bonding and sharing put us all a little more right. Model: Ava May, Jemstarlight Moon
Sophia Jade and Crystal A in Shadows. Models: Sophia Jade and Crystal A
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
French Parlor Noir. Model: Kay Ace
In a French parlor boudoir, where whispers waltz, Kay reclines on a chaise lounge, a dreamer’s vault. Silken shadows play on walls adorned with tales, As her mind pirouettes through ephemeral trails.
Lace curtains breathe in the evening’s mystique, Softly rustling secrets, the room’s mystique. Candles flicker, casting a warm amber glow, Igniting fantasies that only she can know.
A vintage mirror reflects her wistful gaze, Eyes painted with the hues of twilight’s haze. In the tapestry of time, she weaves her desire, A silent symphony, stoked by passion’s fire.
The scent of lavender lingers in the air, A fragrant sonnet, a romantic affair. Kay’s thoughts drift like petals on a breeze, Dancing with whimsy, lost in reverie.
Her fingers trace patterns on the plush fabric, A tactile sonnet, a touch of the graphic. In this sanctuary of longing and grace, She paints her dreams in an intimate space.
French whispers caress her wandering mind, Verses of love in a language refined. The chaise cradles her in an embrace so tender, As she surrenders to fantasies, wild and slender.
Oh, the tales she conjures in this private cocoon, In the parlor boudoir, where dreams softly swoon. Kay, the poet of her own clandestine lore, In the symphony of silence, she yearns for more.
Olinka – Ice Queen. Model: Olinka Lickova @na5tyninja
Olinka,
naked beneath the bear skin’s coarse embrace,
a whisper of life on the frozen lake’s glass,
her form etched against the tundra’s pale breath.
The wind howls,
but it cannot reach her;
the ice cracks,
but it does not break.
She stands, a beacon of warmth
in a world that swallows light.
Her gaze, ancient and knowing,
meets the cold with quiet defiance.
It speaks of fires unseen,
embers nestled deep in the heart.
In her eyes,
a promise:
even here,
life endures.
Olinka,
the solace in the struggle,
the warmth within the frozen waste.
