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A Badass Trio

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A Badass Trio. Models: Jinx Spectere, Olinka Lickova, Kay Ace

Squid Lounge #1 – Jenn, Olinka, and Lareina

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Jenn Michelle, Olinka Lickova, and Lareina Tay hanging out at the Squid Lounge.

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Kinky Komix – Fashionista Picnic (3)

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Kinky Komix – Fashionista Picnic –  Models: Crystal Nicole, Jenn Michelle

Dance of Exploration and Seduction (8)

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Two young beautiful women explore their bodies visually, through movement, and by touch. Models: Loiis and Olinka Lickova

Violet and Ava May – Dancing in the Shadow of Dispair

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Dancing in the Shadow of Dispair. Models: Violet and Ava May

Discarded Vanity – Stevie

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Lethe – Warrior

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Lethe in war paint practicing her spear technique. Model: Lethe

Lethe – Orb

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Spider Hunters – Olinka

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Eva Nude Dock

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The lovely Eva relaxing nude on the dock at Moon Monkey Pond. Model: Eva

Heaven in Hell

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Heaven in Hell – Eva and Stevie Raquel

Illustrated Woman – Astrid

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A Goddess Dances in the Meadow (video)

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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.

Queen of the Hill

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Lethe in the Sky

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Outgrowing the Biosphere – Destiny…

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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.