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Some old pictures I forgot to re-link y'all to.

If someone wants to get me a new computer... with a working camera, I've been dying to do one of these little series again. It definitely gives me something to do when I can't sleep, and when I'm old, I'll have something to look back on.

Everybody should do it!

But... you know, I'm an Erotic GODDESS ( in a dream, someone had said this to me, so it's probably true) so yours might not be as erotic as mine... but regardless, go get sexy.


  1. Lol you dont have a little $40 digital camera with a timer??

    And yes i have to agree, everyone should do this. I will anonymously admit i get a huge kick out of posing for my own pictures and posting them on random art and nudist message boards to be admired by others. But being a guy and all its not exactly as sexy as some may hope lol. Everyone should try this! I always HATED sleeping with a girl who wouldnt let me take pictures of her because she thought she was ugly.


  2. Do you post your pictures for your own enjoyment/ post them anywhere else? I really want to share mine, but not only do they come off more of a guy taking pictures alone and less as an art form, i am to shy to post them publicly. I was just curious if you think guys are even capable of pulling off the nude art in the same way a female can be a pin up girl. especially a guy not in the best of shape. Maybe im just high/horny/bored lol, ahhh ignore me :p


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