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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

Queen of the Last Day – Olinka

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Queen of the Last Day – Olinka dressed up with ropes, a red cape, and crown in a bombed-out scene of destruction.

Olinka Psychedelic (5)

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Lareina Tay – Standing Like a Flamingo in a Magical Happy Place (3)

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Standing Like a Flamingo in a Magical Happy Place. Model: Lareina Tay

Jenn Michelle – Outdoor Black Latex (9)

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Outdoor Black Latex. Model: Jenn Michelle

Liv Hill – Sultry #2

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Sultry #2. Model: Liv Hill

Sara Scarlet – Tempest

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Tempest. Model: Sara Scarlet

Veil of Shadows

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Veil of Shadows.  Model: Sara Scarlet

Forest Fairy (9)

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Forest Fairy. Model: Jessa Ray Muse

Jenn Crystal and Sophia in Pink

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Jenn, Crystal, and Sophia in pink. Model: Jenn Michelle, Crystal Nicole, Sophia Jade

Ray Lynn – Bareback on White Stallion

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

Dancing in the Hall of Insanity – Lior Allay and Kay Ace (3)

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Two Women dancing naked in the Hall of Insanity, inspired by the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Models: Lior Allay and Kay Ace

Prayer – Olinka

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Mira Forest Goddess

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Forest Goddess. Model: Mira

Jenn Michelle –Digital Couture

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Digital Couture. Models: Jenn Michelle @jenn__michellle

Crater Lake – Lethe

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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!

Dark Mushroom – Crystal and Chandra

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Destiny on the Altar

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Destiny on the Altar. Model: Destiny

Kay Ace French Parlor Noir

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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.