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The Mad Hatter. Costume created by Autumn Huse. Photographed at Muses in Wonderland. Model: Autumn Huse
Midnight Encounter @taurusbbbyy a.k.a. Crystal Nicole. This shot, at night, with the bright dramatic lights behind her, was Crystal’s idea. And it came out great!
Olinka Lickova nude on boulder. From our first of many photoshoots.
Jessa did a spontaneous demonstration of her amazing hooping skills using two hula hoops. Model: Jessa Ray Muse
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.
Mandii and Frankie cool off in a waterfall. Soon their bikinis come off and things heat up. For full video go to the Erotic page. Models: Mandii Monarch, Frankie Bunny
Jungle Beauty. Model: Mira
Mira of the Jungle
In the heart of emerald canopies, Where sunlight filters through verdant tapestries, There emerges Mira, a jungle nymph, Grace adorned in the rhythm of leaves.
Her silhouette, a dance of shadows, Amongst ancient trees, where secrets linger, A symphony of nature, she orchestrates, In the wild, Mira is the untamed singer.
Tresses entwined with vines, Her eyes, reflections of the moonlit night, A river’s whisper echoes in her laughter, Mira, the enchantress, bathed in twilight.
Skin kissed by the sun’s golden ardor, Her footsteps, a delicate rustle in the undergrowth, A panther’s gaze mirrors in her stare, Mira, the epitome of untamed growth.
She breathes the fragrance of blossoms, Wears the hues of butterflies in flight, Mira, a canvas painted by the wilderness, A masterpiece framed by the fading light.
In the heart of the jungle’s embrace, Mira, the beautiful, weaves her own grace, A symphony of life, a testament to nature’s art, In her presence, the jungle whispers its heart.
Cas leisurely sitting on a wooden bridge in a remote part of the galaxy. Model: Cas Diaz
