Erotic Art with a Twist

ooooooooooooooooh rebecca!!!!!!!!!!!

I love this one! the contrast of the almos art deco perals and sepia with the shiny black latex outift!

Damn I want to tour your gallery one of these days.
 
Salvor-Hardon said:
ooooooooooooooooh rebecca!!!!!!!!!!!

I love this one! the contrast of the almos art deco perals and sepia with the shiny black latex outift!

Damn I want to tour your gallery one of these days.

oh yes its a wonderful piece . Its amazing how he paints latex clear or otherwise I can almost always 'feel' it. I am going to stay with posting Marcus's work a few more days there is soooooooooo much that is soooooooooooo good.

The real Gallery 'Collection' in my home has far less pieces of fine Art erotica than I post here Salvor . Though in a few instances I have been fortunate..........smiles.
 
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Shankara20 said:
We all benefit from your research Sister Rebecca. When will the research earn that Ph. D in Smut and you become Dr. Rebecca?

:cool:

Awww your so kind , thank you Shank my friend......... :rose:
 
rbijon said:
Great pixs, Rebecca! Such erotica is very very apealing to me. :rose: :kiss:

Hello rbijon..... thank you . I happy you have enjoyed them.

Marcus Gray certainly has a very distinctive style I have become more fond of his work as I discover new pieces. He does pinup girls as well though I prefer the mood of his fetish themed Art.
 
Shankara20 said:


She haunts me like a ghost underwater
Flowing, moving, just out of reach
But always in my mind's eye
Her body, her smile, her laughter

Would that I could swim to her
Embrace the ethereal
Capture quicksilver in my hand
And hold her forever and a week

But she slips away from me each time
Running through my fingers
Splashing as she leaves me
And yet my thirst is quenched
 
Salvor-Hardon said:
She haunts me like a ghost underwater
Flowing, moving, just out of reach
But always in my mind's eye
Her body, her smile, her laughter

Would that I could swim to her
Embrace the ethereal
Capture quicksilver in my hand
And hold her forever and a week

But she slips away from me each time
Running through my fingers
Splashing as she leaves me
And yet my thirst is quenched

as lovely as the photograph....





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