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Sauna. Model: Eva
More from a photo shoot I did with this lovely Russian from St. Petersburg. Interesting story–a cautionary tale for you photographers. We had done about three hours of shooting, including some dance videos to some of my music, before going to the sauna. I checked what we had done up until then and everything looked great! I shot her while she was relaxing in the hot sauna and all was looking good. When we finished, however, all the photos and footage for the day was gone! Completely wiped out! I was devastated. I figured that maybe I had gotten too close to the heating element in the sauna and it gave off a powerful magnetic field that wiped out the memory card in my camera. But while I was face down on the ground, beating my fists against the floor in anguish, Eva was a real trooper and said, “There’s no use crying about it, we just have to shoot everything again.” So we did. And everything actually came out better the second time around! Model: Eva
Juliet, Krystal, and Lumen enjoy a sun-filled naked picnic at Muses in Wonderland. Models: Juliet in the Wild @julietinthewild, Lumen Foxx @lumenfoxx, Krystal Kitten Mari @krystalkitten828
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!
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.








































































