Nude-Muse Magazine Magazine

Naomi stepped into Olde World Books, her heart beating like a small drum in her chest. The air inside was thick with the scent of antique paper and dusty leather, a fragrance she had always associated with sanctuary. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders, framing a face that held an expression somewhere between nervous excitement and defiance.

"Don’t tell me you’re here for the 50% off?" he grumbled, his voice like creaking wood. "Some young whippersnapper thought it’d be a good joke on poor old me....more>

This is also an idea I have always wanted to do in real life, but never got a chance to do it. Go by the book and have miles of red tape, or go risky guerilla style . I thought about both but sadly never took off.

In the pulsing heart of Sydney, where the harbour’s salt-tang hung heavy in the air and the skyscrapers cast their shadows like ancient giants, Lilliana walked with a graceful, measured pace. Her hair was a waterfall of blonde...more>