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Dec 07
Love1

Water Nymphs (video)

By Home, Video

We shot this video in a public park one lovely summer morning. There was only one person hanging out by the falls when we started but we asked him if he minded the girls getting naked and of course he didn’t. We invited him to watch as long as he stayed out of the shot, for which he was happy to oblige. A few more people passed by during the course of the shoot but they all respectfully kept their distance so as not to interrupt the shooting. A wonderful time was had by all! Models: Astrid, Jane, Starla

Dec 06
Love1

A Goddess Dances in the Meadow (video)

By Home, Video

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.

Nov 29
Love0

Nude Forest Bathing (7)

By Fetish, Home

Violet and Liv enjoy some nude forest bathing on a boulder. Models: Violet, Liv Hill

“Nude forest bathing” refers to the practice of immersing oneself in nature, particularly a forest environment, without the barrier of clothing. This concept combines two therapeutic approaches: forest bathing and naturism.

  1. Forest Bathing:
    • Shinrin-yoku: Originating from Japan, shinrin-yoku, or forest bathing, involves immersing oneself in a forest environment to experience the healing properties of nature. This practice has been scientifically studied and is associated with various health benefits.
    • Stress Reduction: Spending time in nature has been shown to lower cortisol levels, reduce stress, and improve overall well-being.
    • Boosted Immune System: Exposure to phytoncides, natural compounds released by trees, has been linked to enhanced immune system function.
  2. Naturism:
    • Body Positivity: Naturism promotes body positivity and self-acceptance by removing societal pressures associated with clothing.
    • Connection with Nature: Being nude in a natural setting fosters a sense of connection with the environment, allowing individuals to experience nature more intimately.

Combining these practices into “nude forest bathing” suggests an integration of the therapeutic benefits of both nature immersion and embracing one’s natural state. It’s essential to note, however, that this practice may not be suitable for everyone, as cultural norms, personal comfort levels, and legal considerations vary.

Potential benefits of nude forest bathing:

  1. Enhanced Sensory Experience:
    • Touch and Feel: Being unclothed allows direct contact with the natural elements, heightening sensory experiences such as feeling the texture of the ground, the wind on the skin, or the warmth of sunlight.
  2. Increased Body Awareness:
    • Mind-Body Connection: Removing clothing may facilitate a stronger mind-body connection, promoting awareness of physical sensations and fostering a sense of embodiment.
  3. Reduced Social Barriers:
    • Authentic Connection: Without the barrier of clothing, individuals may experience a greater sense of authenticity and vulnerability, potentially fostering more profound connections with others.
  4. Mental Well-being:
    • Body Positivity: Embracing one’s natural form may contribute to improved body image and self-esteem.
    • Stress Reduction: The combined effects of nature therapy and naturism may amplify stress reduction and relaxation.

While some individuals may find this practice liberating and therapeutic, it’s crucial to approach it with mindfulness and respect for personal boundaries. Not everyone may feel comfortable or safe participating in nude activities, and it’s essential to be aware of and adhere to local laws and regulations regarding public nudity.

As with any wellness practice, individual experiences will vary, and those interested in exploring nude forest bathing should do so with consideration for their own comfort, safety, and legal and cultural contexts.

Nov 27
Love0

Olinka – Cage Portraits (6)

By Fetish, Home

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.

Nov 25
Love0

Kay Ace French Parlor Noir

By Fantasy, Home

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.

Nov 24
Love0

Crystal in Congregation of Potato People

By Home, Rabbit Holes, Surrealism and Psychedelia

Crystal in Congregation of Potato People. Model: Crystal A

Church of the Potato People

In the Church of the Tuber, where spuds convene,

A congregation of potato people, a sight unseen.

Their eyes, like russet orbs, fixed on the sacred ground,

As they gather in reverence, in silence profound.

Starch-filled hearts beat in unison, a tater’s devotion,

In pews of mashed delight, a tuberous emotion.

The pulpit adorned with skins, a priestly spud ascends,

Preaching the gospel of the harvest, where the potato life transcends.

But amid the devout, a stranger unknown,

A beauty in disguise, a presence all her own.

She, an outsider, a radiant yam,

In the sea of potatoes, a singular glam.

Her skin, a golden hue, not of earthly soil,

A sweet fragrance of difference, a celestial foil.

Yet, she hides among them, a secret delight,

In the congregation’s eyes, a clandestine light.

The potato people, unaware of her grace,

Continue their worship in the starchy space.

But the outsider listens, absorbing their prayer,

In the silence of tubers, a connection rare.

As the sermon concludes, and the congregation disbands,

The outsider reveals herself, a rose in the lands.

The potatoes, astonished, yet welcoming still,

In this diverse church, love trumps the thrill.

For in the Church of the Tuber, diversity blooms,

In the richness of differences, unity looms.

Potato people and yams, together they stand,

In the spud-filled sanctuary, hand in hand.

Nov 24
Love0

Destiny’s Naked Nightmare

By Home, Rabbit Holes, Surrealism and Psychedelia

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.

Nov 24
Love0

Meditations – Sophia and Jemstarlight

By Goddesses, Home

Meditations –  Models: Sophia Jade, Jemstarlight Moon

In the celestial dance of Jemstarlight Moon and Sophia, Two souls entwined, in sacred union, a cosmic symphony unfolds. In the sanctuary of senses, they embark on a journey divine, Where the language spoken is of energies entwined.

Bathed in the moonlight’s gentle caress,

They traverse realms, a sacred recess.

Sensual massage, a dance of fingertips,

Awakening chakras, as the universe equips.

Crystals gleam, like stars in their embrace,

Held in hands, transmitting love and grace.

Each facet, a prism, reflecting the soul’s glow,

A kaleidoscope of colors, a transcendental show.

Meditation, a voyage to the inner expanse,

They breathe in harmony, in a cosmic dance.

Silent whispers echo through the cosmic sea,

As their spirits merge in sacred unity.

Healing touch, a balm for wounds unseen,

A communion of hearts, where love convenes.

Energy flows, a river of light,

A tapestry woven, both tender and bright.

In this sacred space, time takes a bow,

As Jemstarlight Moon and Sophia vow,

To honor the divinity in each other’s gaze,

A transcendental connection that forever stays.

Through the ebb and flow of life’s grand tide,

They stand united, side by side.

A sacred verse, a hymn to love’s sweet art,

In the temple of souls, they eternally depart.

Nov 23
Love0

Jessa Ray Muse – Rapture (5)

By Home, Surrealism and Psychedelia

Jessa Ray Muse – Rapture

Ah, Jessa Ray, a name that dances on the tongue like a melody, echoing through the chambers of the heart. In the canvas of existence, she emerges as a vibrant stroke, a symphony of beauty interwoven with the hues of sensuality. Picture her in a rapturous pool of light and color, an ethereal scene where every shade and beam conspires to accentuate her allure.
The light, a gentle caress, unveils the contours of her being, casting a luminous glow that highlights the grace in every movement. It’s as if the very photons are captivated by her presence, choosing to linger and play upon her skin, creating a dance of warmth and radiance.
And oh, the colors! They swirl around her like a palette in motion, each shade competing to embrace the essence of Jessa Ray. There’s a harmony in the convergence of hues — passionate reds, tranquil blues, and the gentle gradient of purples that mirror the complexity of her spirit. The colors seem to blend and meld, mirroring the depth of her character and the spectrum of emotions she evokes.
In this symphony of light and color, Jessa Ray becomes the focal point, a masterpiece painted by the cosmos. Her eyes, perhaps the most enchanting stars in this celestial canvas, hold galaxies of mystery and reflection. They reflect the pool of light, mirroring the universe within her, inviting those fortunate enough to gaze into them to lose themselves in the vastness of her soul.
The water, an element both serene and tempestuous, cradles her form, mirroring the duality of her existence. It ripples with the energy she exudes, capturing the essence of her presence in liquid poetry. The interplay of water and light creates a sensual ballet, a choreography of reflections and refractions that elevate the scene into a realm where reality and dreams converge.
Jessa Ray, in this enchanting pool of light and color, becomes a living, breathing work of art. A muse for the senses, an embodiment of beauty that transcends the confines of the visual, seeping into the very soul of those who have the privilege of witnessing such a captivating spectacle. In this moment, time seems to stand still, and the world becomes a gallery where Jessa Ray is the masterpiece, bathed in the tender embrace of light and color.