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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.

Fiery Hot Dancehall Girls – Lior Allay and Kay Ace

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Two Women dancing in a bizarre tiki-like corridor inspired by the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Models: Lior Allay and Kay Ace

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!

Destiny’s Naked Nightmare

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Nude in Public Nightmare Model: Destiny

Destiny’s Naked Nightmare

In the realm of midnight’s haunting veil,

Destiny, stripped bare, wanders frail.

Through streets unknown, a surreal domain,

A nightmare’s grip, a relentless chain.

Naked truth adrift in shadows’ keep,

A city unfamiliar, lost in sleep.

Whispers of forgotten tales entwine,

As Destiny treads through the ghostly line.

Moonlit alleys, cobblestone dreams,

Echoes of silence, or so it seems.

Mysterious faces leer from the shade,

In the abandoned city, where fears cascade.

Twisted figures with eyes unknown,

Their gazes pierce through flesh and bone.

A carnival of the bizarre, a midnight parade,

Destiny’s essence on display, betrayed.

Lurking in corners, figures bizarre,

Dancing with shadows, beneath the stars.

Wraiths and phantoms, specters unkind,

In the surreal recesses of Destiny’s mind.

The city breathes, an entity obscure,

As Destiny stumbles, unsure.

Her footprints echo in deserted streets,

A symphony of solitude, where destiny meets.

The clock strikes midnight, a haunting chime,

As Destiny navigates the corridors of time.

Naked vulnerability in the moonlight,

A captive in her own nightmare’s spite.

Through this desolate city, she roams,

A captive soul in the cosmic catacombs.

Yet, in the heart of this dream-like despair,

Destiny seeks escape, a silent prayer.

In the labyrinth of the mind, she’s confined,

A dreamer lost in the corridors of the mind.

In the strange, surreal city, where shadows play,

Destiny yearns for the light of a new day.

Warrior Salutation – Olinka (2)

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Father Knows Best – The Nudist Exchange Student

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Remember the episode of Father Knows Best where the Anderson family hosted the foreign exchange student who was a practicing nudist? No? Well, now you have that memory. Model: Lareina Tay

The Goddess Violet

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For this picture I put Violet on a pedestal, as a bigger-than-life statue of a goddess, in a grand atrium inspired by the uniquely creative artist M.C. Escher. Model: Violet

Violet and Ava May – Crouching Lion, Hidden Wolf

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Crouching Lion, Hidden Wolf. Models: Violet and Ava May

Aqua Nymph

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Crystal Nicole as a lovely, body-painted, nude pond nymph.

Seraphina the Pink

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Seraphina the Pink Kneeling before one of her gods. Model: Violet

Enchanted Garden – Amelie and Olinka

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Enchanted Garden. Models: Amelie Belain, Olinka Lickova

The Greatest Gaslighting of All Time…

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The Greatest Gaslighting of All Time

There is perhaps no greater case of gaslighting on a grand scale than the three Abrahamic religions, which have all convinced millions of believers, over thousands of years, that God is the ultimate personification of good, and Satan is the ultimate personification of evil.
Despite wiping out every man, woman, child (and unborn child), and every living creature in the world (except Noah, his family, and select animals) because they were all “sinful”, believers still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.

Despite banishing Adam and Eve from paradise and punishing them and all their descendants for the “sin” of disobeying God and eating a forbidden fruit that opened their eyes to the knowledge of good and evil, we still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.

Despite murdering Job’s family, killing all his animals, and ruining his life in every way just to win a bet with Satan that Job would still be loyal to Him, believers still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.

Despite creating Hell, where people spend an eternity of hopeless, unimaginable pain and suffering if they do not worship and obey God, believers still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.

There are many, many more examples like these that clearly depict a creature who is, as Richard Dawkins famously wrote, “arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.”

And yet, believers still consider Him a good, just, and loving god.

On the other hand, what of Satan? What did he ever do to deserve being considered as the pure embodiment of evil? Convince Eve to eat an apple that would open her eyes and bestow knowledge of good and evil upon her? Rebel against a demonstrably evil God?

Satan only killed ten people in the entire Bible (the seven sons and three daughters of Job), which God was complicit in for betting Satan that Job would remain loyal despite this tragedy).
God, on the other hand, killed the entire world when he flooded it (breaking his own commandment and a moral precept understood by every person who ever lived, whether they
were aware of the Bible or not). In addition, he destroyed the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, including every man, woman, and child (and unborn child) who lived in there. He commanded Moses to kill every man, woman, and child (and unborn child) of enemy tribes (except the virgin girls, who could be taken as sex slaves). God killed every first=born child in Egypt as revenge against the Pharaoh. And countless others throughout the Old and New Testaments.

But God is good and Satan is evil? How does that make any sense? And yet, hundreds of millions of believers somehow do make sense of it.
Throughout recorded history, mankind has produced megalomaniacal tyrants. Totalitarian fascist dictators who use the Bible as their playbook and God as their model. They demand blind obedience no matter what. They demonize anyone who does not obey them blindly. They crush the exercise of free speech and critical thinking and questioning as blasphemy. They lie and perpetuate those lies in the face of all evidence and logic to the contrary. They use force and violence to assert their will. They allow no other gods before them; you must worship them and only them. These are the techniques and tools both of religion and fascism.

And Satan? His only real crime was defying God. Questioning God. Rebelling against God. In a fascist state, Satan is the hero to any outside witness. But to the fascist members of that state who have totally submitted their will to that of their dear leader, he is the devil. Evil incarnate.

Once you eat the forbidden fruit and open your eyes to the knowledge of good and evil, it is clear who is good and who is evil. Satan is the courageous figure who stands up to the all-powerful dictator. He deserves our admiration and support.

-W.T. Rozar

Forest Bedroom (video)

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A wood nymph wakes up in her bed in the middle of a magical forest. She walks through the forest and gathers up her clothes to get dressed for the day. Model: Lenny Langley

Mira – Jungle Beauty (9)

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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.

 

Liv Hill – Forest Goddess

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Forest Goddess. Model: Liv Hill

Another Room in My Brain #1 – Violet

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Another Room in My Brain #1 – Model: Violet

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Late Arrival (3)

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Late Arrival – Model: Amelie Belain, Crystal A

Olinka – Church of the Damned

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Church of the Damned.  Model: Olinka Lickova

Olinka in the Church of the Damned

In the Church of the Damned, where shadows dance,

Olinka stands, exalted, a spectral trance.

Above the dark demons and undead wail,

She rises, a figure in a ghostly veil.

The air, thick with a greenish swampy haze,

Creeps through the crevasses, in a spectral daze.

The rotting basilica, a haunted stage,

Its pilasters crumble in an ancient age.

Olinka’s presence, a beacon in the gloom,

A silhouette against the haunted tomb.

Her eyes, pools of mystery, deep and vast,

Hold the secrets of a forgotten past.

Around her, the undead whisper in despair,

Demons bow in reverence, a macabre affair.

As the swampy mist encircles each decayed stone,

Olinka stands, in majesty, alone.

A symphony of darkness, a spectral ballet,

In the Church of the Damned, where shadows play.

Olinka, a queen in this ethereal domain,

In haunting beauty, she shall forever reign.

Ancient Alien Cathedral

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Ancient Alien Cathedral. Models: Crystal A, Amelie Belain

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