Skip to main content
Here I share my erotic fantasy art, photos, music, and video. Just scroll or search on keywords or postings.

Kay – Shibari #3

By Home

Liv Hill – Sword Bearer

By Home

Sword Bearer. Model: Liv Hill

Ava May in the House of Nosferatu (4)

By Home

Ava May in the House of Nosferatu

A Goddess Dances in the Meadow (video)

By Home, Video

A Goddess Dances in the Meadow. Dancer: Christina Johnson

In the meadow’s gentle cradle she twirls,
A goddess in the sunlit swirls.
Beneath the vast and azure dome,
Her dance, a hymn of nature’s poem.
Soft grass cradles her nimble feet,
A tapestry of green, a cushion sweet.
The sky above, a canvas blue,
Each pirouette a tale anew.
Her silhouette, a grace untold,
A symphony in green and gold.
The forest’s edge, a silent crowd,
In hushed reverence, they’re endowed.
Tall trees stand like guardians wise,
Whispering secrets ‘neath the skies.
Leaves applaud in the rustling breeze,
Nature’s ballet among the trees.
Sunlight weaves through branches high,
Casting shadows where dreams may lie.
The goddess spins, a radiant sprite,
Embracing day, kissing the night.
In this meadow, a sacred trance,
She dances, lost in nature’s dance.
A goddess in the soft grass sways,
A celebration of eternal days.

Fairy Queen Conjures a Lover (video)

By Fantasy, Home, Video

This powerful fairy queen manifest her invisible queen’s court in the middle of the woods and conjures a beautiful lover from a pile of tree branches and dances seductively until she is tired of her and transforms fer back into a smoldering pile of ashes. Dancers: Angela, Christina Johnson Music: W.T. Rozar

Dual-Headed 3-Legged Elephant Bug – Olinka

By Fantasy, Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

A photo of Olinka Lickova nude on a boulder next to a friendly demon-spawn giant bug created in MidJourney.

Olinka – Sun-Drenched Haze

By Home, Nature au Naturel

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.

Loiis and Olinka – Four Moments (4)

By Home

Moments in Two Lifetimes –  Models: Amelie Belain, Olinka Lickova

Lareina Tay – Nude on the Dock (14)

By Home

Lareina Tay in her bikini posing on our dock – She soon got tired of the bikini and did some nude yoga while basking in the warm sun and enjoying the cool summer breeze on her skin.

Sophia White Witch

By Fantasy, Goddesses, Home

Lethe – The Event

By Home, Sci Fi

Lethe – The Event

Starlust – Violet

By Home

Starlust – Violet

Dark Mushroom – Crystal and Chandra

By Home

The Seeker – Rachel Lilly

By Home

Whatever it is you seek, just put on a hooded cloak and go to the top of a mountain. Unless you are seeking a sandwich. Or a slice of pizza. Or a new outfit. Or some new friends. But other than that, just go to some mountaintop; it will bring you closer to God, because, as we all know, God sits up high in the sky. And the thin air and grand vistas will make you feel a little high (why do you think they call it “getting high”?). Anyway, this piece is dedicated to all of us seekers in earnest. Excelsior! Model: Rachel Lilly

Damnant Quod Non Intelligunt (Video)

By Home, Video

Damnant Quod Non Intelligent

In shadows cast by the unlit corridors of knowing, They condemn what slips through fingers of comprehension, Words entwined in vines of uncertainty, Damnant Quod non intelligunt, the silent chant.
A labyrinth of misunderstood whispers, Confinement in the narrow alleys of judgment, Echoes reverberate in chambers of ignorance, The disoriented stumble on uneven ground.
Disaffection blooms in the garden of misapprehension, Petals of understanding fall, unclaimed, Faces etched with the weight of unspoken judgments, A disquieting tapestry woven with threads of conjecture.
Locked in the dungeon of shallow understanding, Truth stands as a specter, veiled and obscured, While minds strain against invisible tethers, Condemning the unfamiliar to the prison of dismissal.
In this landscape of fractured cognizance, They condemn the foreign, the uncharted, Yet beneath the surface of their certitudes, A sea of undiscovered worlds ebbs and flows.
Damnant Quod non intelligunt, a refrain of caution, For in the realm of the unknown lies the genesis, Of compassion untold, of bridges unbuilt, Where understanding might yet unfurl its wings.

Octopus Bathroom – Destiny

By Fantasy, Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

Nude woman freshening up in her octopus bathroom  Model: Destiny

Season of the Witch #2

By Home

Season of the Witch #6. Models: Mira and Jemstarlight Moon

Gazing at Heaven – Olinka Lickova

By Home

Gazing at Heaven. Model: Olinka Lickova

Olinka Lickova – Mountain Queen (3)

By Home

Mountain Queen. Model: Olinka Lickova

Olinka – Cage Portraits (6)

By Fetish, Home

Olinka loves to play around and be tied up in the cage. For more from this set go to “Erotic” page. Model: Olinka Lickova

The Cage

In the shadowed realm of fractured thoughts, where echoes of sanity dance on the edge, there she dwells, a captive spirit, imprisoned within the labyrinth of her mind.
Her days are woven with threads of confusion, a tapestry of dreams unraveling, a kaleidoscope of memories, shattered, a mosaic of emotions, fragmented.
A solitary figure in the theater of her soul, she plays the lead in a drama untold, each scene scripted by the whims of delusion, a tragic tale spun by the loom of illusion.
Behind the bars of unseen walls, she paces through corridors of uncertainty, the echoes of her footsteps lost in the silence, a phantom in a spectral dance of despair.
The windows of her mind are stained, painted with hues of desolation, shattered panes casting fractured reflections, a distorted gallery of her own creation.
In the chambers where thoughts should flow, a dam holds back the river of reason, its waters dammed by the debris of despair, a reservoir of tears unshed.
She gazes through the bars at a world unknown, a distant realm where clarity resides, but the key to freedom eludes her grasp, lost in the recesses of a tortured psyche.
The chains that bind are made of whispers, the haunting echoes of a troubled past, and though she longs for the solace of release, the door to liberation remains locked.
A prisoner of the mind’s cruel design, she yearns for an escape from this inner cage, where the boundaries of reality blur and fade, and the bars are forged from the shadows of the self.