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Destiny’s Naked Nightmare

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Nude in Public Nightmare Model: Destiny

Destiny’s Naked Nightmare

In the realm of midnight’s haunting veil,

Destiny, stripped bare, wanders frail.

Through streets unknown, a surreal domain,

A nightmare’s grip, a relentless chain.

Naked truth adrift in shadows’ keep,

A city unfamiliar, lost in sleep.

Whispers of forgotten tales entwine,

As Destiny treads through the ghostly line.

Moonlit alleys, cobblestone dreams,

Echoes of silence, or so it seems.

Mysterious faces leer from the shade,

In the abandoned city, where fears cascade.

Twisted figures with eyes unknown,

Their gazes pierce through flesh and bone.

A carnival of the bizarre, a midnight parade,

Destiny’s essence on display, betrayed.

Lurking in corners, figures bizarre,

Dancing with shadows, beneath the stars.

Wraiths and phantoms, specters unkind,

In the surreal recesses of Destiny’s mind.

The city breathes, an entity obscure,

As Destiny stumbles, unsure.

Her footprints echo in deserted streets,

A symphony of solitude, where destiny meets.

The clock strikes midnight, a haunting chime,

As Destiny navigates the corridors of time.

Naked vulnerability in the moonlight,

A captive in her own nightmare’s spite.

Through this desolate city, she roams,

A captive soul in the cosmic catacombs.

Yet, in the heart of this dream-like despair,

Destiny seeks escape, a silent prayer.

In the labyrinth of the mind, she’s confined,

A dreamer lost in the corridors of the mind.

In the strange, surreal city, where shadows play,

Destiny yearns for the light of a new day.

Olinka Lickova – Ice Queen

By Fantasy, Goddesses, Home, Nature au Naturel

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.

Jenn Crystal and Sophia – Pretty In Pink

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Jenn, Crystal, and Sophia expressing their inner pink. Models: Jenn Michelle, Crystal Nicole, Sophia Jade

Flaming Orange – Lauren

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Mysterious Misty Jungle Nude – Violet

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Violet naked in a mysterious misty jungle.

Dark Mushroom – Crystal and Chandra

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Dancing in the Attic of the Subconscious

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Dancing in the Attic of Subconscious Mind where little makes sense and access to the conscious is denied.  Model: Starla

Midnight Romp of the Fairies at Moon Monkey Pond

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Midnight romp of the fairies at Moon Monkey Pond. Model: Lethe

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Ava May Heaven

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Ava May Heaven. Model: Ava May

The Goddess Jenn on the Altar of Sensuality (4)

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The Goddess Jenn on the Altar of Sensuality. Model: Jenn Michelle

Olinka – Sun-Drenched Haze

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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.

Mira Forest Goddess

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Forest Goddess. Model: Mira

Fire Dance – Jemstarlight Moon and Lethe

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Violet – Night Circle

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Violet – Night Circle Clones

Sophia Jade and Crystal A on Pink

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Sophia Jade and Crystal A touching and exploring each other’s naked bodies.

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Starlust – Violet

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Starlust – Violet

Passover Angel of Death…

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Happy Passover!
For a great example of God’s infinite wisdom, power, and love, you need look no further than the story of Passover. In order to free His chosen people from the cruel Pharaoh, God made a bunch of plagues happen so that Pharaoh would relent and let the Jews go free. But despite the rather impressive plagues, Pharaoh was not impressed, and continued to refuse letting the Jews go free.
But wait, that’s not exactly true, Pharaoh WAS ready to let the Jews go after some of the more dire plagues, but GOD HARDENED PHAROAH’S HEART so that he changed his mind and did not let them go! It was like God had a few more plagues he wanted to try out and he was not going to let Pharoah’s softening heart stop him.
Finally, after many plagues, God decided to murder every firstborn child in Egypt except for the Jewish firstborn, who would be “passed over” if they painted lamb’s blood on their doors so the Angel of Death would know who the Jews were (how else would God know?).
Anyway, so God killed all the firstborn children of Egypt, from Pharoah’s son down to the lowliest maidservant. Breaking his own commandment (in a big way) of “Thou Shalt Not Kill” it seems God really just wanted to commit mass murder. I mean, he could have gotten the same result any number of ways without all the horrible deadly plagues and the mass murder of innocent children. For instance, maybe, just maybe, instead of “hardening Pharoahs’ heart” he could have, I don’t know, SOFTENED PHAROAH’S HEART???
But no, God wanted to have some fun trying out all his magic tricks and plagues and top it all off with the murder of thousands of innocent children who had nothing to do with the enslavement of the Jews. God’s great wisdom, power, and love for all to witness!

Warrior Princess (2)

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Warrior Princess. Models: Liv Hill, Sara Scarlet

Outgrowing the Biosphere – Destiny…

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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.

Sophia Full Moon Fetish

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