The Wonderful World of Artsy Images.

I'm not too artsy with words but I do try with pictures sometimes :)

Only a couple of Am Pics posters stick out in my mind as being artsy with their words Kitty. :kiss: Most of us do what you do and use our pictures. Speaking of, yours is very nice. It should probably be called "Submissive Waiting to be Shackled". I couldn't help but notice the open lock hanging on the door behind and to the left of you. A nice subtle addition to your pose.


Very nice Mara! :rose: It's so much fun getting to put our artsy hats on. You had the sexy hat already. All sorts of nice rounded bits in your photo. ;)

Not as artsy as these other lovely specimens but I love the capture of light. :rose:

Art is in the eye of the beholder Rain or do you prefer Ms Dancer? :confused: A sun dappled breast is very artistic. I spent some time sun watching. It's like cloud watching but instead I stared at your spots and move the the screen left and right trying to find hidden images in the sun kissed curves of your body. Sadly, no new images. Happily, they're very nice curves.

Cheers
 
Buzzing in the morning sun!
 

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Very nice Mara! :rose: It's so much fun getting to put our artsy hats on. You had the sexy hat already. All sorts of nice rounded bits in your photo. ;)

Cheers!

Thanks, Rogue.

I'm totally in love with the painting in the background. And another artist friend dried and painted the gourds. It was fun to play with this image.

Buzzing in the morning sun!

I love these sharp contrasts. Well done!
 
Bound again:

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I loved the result.

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This thread is a joy. I have missed too many to go back and comment on each but I loved seeing them all. Well done and it's nice to see a few new contributors. Hope you post more.
 
Fears

Often in my head, I lose track of who I write for. You all seem to mix in, happiness and sadness, pleasure and pain.
A whirling roiling mess of emotions, the darkness inside my head, the loss of an innocent summer, my fearful steps towards a beautiful predator...
Till it's a mix of flashes and darkness that ceases to have distinct meaning... from the confusion two things are clear to me.
I fear that you never read what I write, that my writing screams for you and you don't even realise.
And that, I am addicted to pain. For at least a little while.

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Often in my head, I lose track of who I write for. You all seem to mix in, happiness and sadness, pleasure and pain.
A whirling roiling mess of emotions, the darkness inside my head, the loss of an innocent summer, my fearful steps towards a beautiful predator...
Till it's a mix of flashes and darkness that ceases to have distinct meaning... from the confusion two things are clear to me.
I fear that you never read what I write, that my writing screams for you and you don't even realise.
And that, I am addicted to pain. For at least a little while.

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Lizzie. ..so sensual. .. totally what those Oscars statues should look like
 
Often in my head, I lose track of who I write for. You all seem to mix in, happiness and sadness, pleasure and pain.
A whirling roiling mess of emotions, the darkness inside my head, the loss of an innocent summer, my fearful steps towards a beautiful predator...
Till it's a mix of flashes and darkness that ceases to have distinct meaning... from the confusion two things are clear to me.
I fear that you never read what I write, that my writing screams for you and you don't even realise.
And that, I am addicted to pain. For at least a little while.

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Satin fabric against silky skin, a heavenly combination.:kiss:
 
This pic had a special guest editor.😀
I loved the result.

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Your special editor did a nice job alright.

Often in my head, I lose track of who I write for. You all seem to mix in, happiness and sadness, pleasure and pain.
A whirling roiling mess of emotions, the darkness inside my head, the loss of an innocent summer, my fearful steps towards a beautiful predator...
Till it's a mix of flashes and darkness that ceases to have distinct meaning... from the confusion two things are clear to me.
I fear that you never read what I write, that my writing screams for you and you don't even realise.
And that, I am addicted to pain. For at least a little while.

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I read it all before looking at the pic. You're pretty in words and poses.
 
This pic had a special guest editor.😀
I loved the result.
Oooo, ghosty Icy, very nice! :rose:
Often in my head, I lose track of who I write for. You all seem to mix in, happiness and sadness, pleasure and pain.
A whirling roiling mess of emotions, the darkness inside my head, the loss of an innocent summer, my fearful steps towards a beautiful predator...
Till it's a mix of flashes and darkness that ceases to have distinct meaning... from the confusion two things are clear to me.
I fear that you never read what I write, that my writing screams for you and you don't even realise.
And that, I am addicted to pain. For at least a little while.

This is gorgeous Lizzie!! :rose:
 
Often in my head, I lose track of who I write for. You all seem to mix in, happiness and sadness, pleasure and pain.
A whirling roiling mess of emotions, the darkness inside my head, the loss of an innocent summer, my fearful steps towards a beautiful predator...
Till it's a mix of flashes and darkness that ceases to have distinct meaning... from the confusion two things are clear to me.
I fear that you never read what I write, that my writing screams for you and you don't even realise.
And that, I am addicted to pain. For at least a little while.

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I always read what you write even while mesmerized by your images.
 
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