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Kay Ace French Parlor Noir

By Fantasy, Home

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.

Carissa Lounging Nude on Dock (10)

By Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

The beautiful Carissa posing and lounging nude on the dock at Moon Monkey Pond. Model: Carissa Santigate

Asylum – Hysteria, Nymphomania, and the Sexual Madness of Women (3)

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Sins of the flesh. Nymphomania. Hysteria. Insane love. The demonization and pathologization of female sexuality. Models: Crystal Nicole, Olinka Lickova, Rachel Lilly

Lethe – Psychedelic #1 (8)

By Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

Agoda – Queen

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Liv Hill – Contemplation of a Sunbeam Through Stormy Skies

By Home, Nature au Naturel

Contemplation of a Sunbeam Through Stormy Skies. Model: Liv Hill

Jane Astrid Starla Waterfall

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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!

Jenn Michelle and Crystal Nicole – Intersexual Portal

By Fantasy, Home, Sci Fi

Intersexual Portal. Model: Jenn Michelle and Crystal Nicole

Pure Nude – Ava May

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Pure Nude – Ava May

Season of the Witch #4

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Season of the Witch #4. Olinka.

Anna Lemon – Ice Goddess (3)

By Fantasy, Goddesses, Home

Ice Goddess. Model: Anna Lemon

Alpaca Daydream – Olinka

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Cytokinetic Cloud Dance

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Ray Lynn – Bareback on White Stallion

By Home, Nature au Naturel

Lady Ray Lynn luxuriating naked riding bareback on a white stallion at Muses in Wonderland. Model: Ray Lynn

Woolly Mammoth – Ava May

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Woolly Mammoth – Model: Ava May

Arrival #1

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Ava May Nude On A Boulder (7)

By Home, Nature au Naturel

Ava May Nude on a Boulder. Models: Ava May

Road Wraiths (Video)

By Home, Rabbit Holes, Surrealism and Psychedelia, Video

Road Wraiths

On a moonless night, beneath a canopy of twisted branches, we found ourselves on a desolate road that snaked through the heart of an ancient forest. The air grew heavy with an eerie silence as our car’s headlights cut through the oppressive darkness.

As we ventured further into the lonely abyss, shadows danced on the periphery of our vision. Pale, ethereal figures emerged from the trees, their ghostly forms bathed in an otherworldly glow. Their beauty was haunting, a spectral allure that seemed to transcend the boundaries between the living and the dead.

The women, with flowing hair and eyes that glowed like forgotten stars, lined the sides of the road. Their spectral hands reached out, fingers beckoning with an irresistible pull. Mesmerized, we couldn’t resist the allure, as if the very essence of the night compelled us to follow.

The engine hummed, and the tires whispered against the asphalt as we succumbed to the enchantment. The forest enveloped us in an inky blackness, the trees closing in like sinister sentinels. A haunting melody echoed through the air, a mournful symphony that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the woods.

As we delved deeper, the apparitions’ once-beautiful faces contorted into twisted masks of malevolence. The air turned frigid, and the seductive whispers became chilling warnings. Panic set in as we realized we had been ensnared by a spectral trap, lured into the heart of a forbidding realm.

With each passing moment, the road seemed to stretch infinitely into the inky unknown, and the apparitions’ taunting laughter echoed through the desolation. It became clear that our journey had taken an ominous turn, and escape from the grasp of these ghostly sirens would not be easily granted.

In the heart of that haunted night, our car hurtled forward, surrounded by the haunting beauty of the specters, as we faced the unsettling truth that we had become unwitting travelers on a road that led not to salvation, but to a realm where the boundary between the living and the dead blurred into a nightmarish tapestry of the unknown.