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Jemstarlight Moon – Portraits (20)

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Portraits. Model: Jemstarlight Moon

Anna Explores a Mysterious Cave

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Anna sheds her clothes to explore a strange cave that gets hotter and hotter the deeper she goes. Finally she comes to a cavern filled with beuatiful gemstones and a mysterious glowing orb. Model: Anna Lemon

Space Station Stripper – Jemstar Moon

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Sophia – Plasmatic

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Carissa Santigate – Grotto of the Agony (9)

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The Grotto of the Agony. Model: Carissa Santigate

Jemstarlight Moon – Forest Nymph In Red Sarong (9)

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Jemstarlight Moon – Forest Nymph In Red Sarong

Fire Dance – Jemstarlight Moon and Lethe

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Pond Nymph (2)

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Jenn Michelle as a lovely, body-painted, nude pond nymph.

Heaven in Hell

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Heaven in Hell – Eva and Stevie Raquel

Clap Clit Crown

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Red Moon Sky – Lethe

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Lior Allay and Kay Ace – Nude Dancers (6)

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Lior Allay and Kay Ace dancing nude under a purple bouquet of lights.

Secret Hideaway (3)

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Secret Hideaway –  Models: Amelie Belain, Olinka Lickova

Carissa Santigate – Forest Nymph and Fairy

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Forest Nymph and Fairy. Model: Carissa Santigate

Jenni – Berries

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Cas Diaz – Wooden Space Bridge

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Cas leisurely sitting on a wooden bridge in a remote part of the galaxy. Model: Cas Diaz

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!

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.

In the Clock Tower – Sophia Jade and Crystal A

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In the Clock Tower – Models: Sophia Jade and Crystal A