a red latex catsuit... and i'd rather not discuss the background...
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my hair is mussed and damp with sweat... from dancing. and no, that is not a euphamism in this case... | 
going to the club... two hours in front of the mirror with a micro-brush for those lines, which i smeared 15 minutes later...
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this image was inspired by a breath play moment...
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i look annoyed in this one, though i'm not. how could anyone be annoyed in a black catsuit? | 
in the snow, in front of the cemetery cathedral. the leather pants are surprisingly warm.
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on the dance floor, literally.
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this was taken for a magazine article which was never published... |
a latex catsuit at the peak of summer is interesting when the air conditioning is being repaired... | 
my smile in this one is a bit mona lisa-esque | 
another catsuit image...
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a rejected image from the magazine shoot |
meow?
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"we'll bite and scratch and scream all night..."
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another clubbing makeup fiasco... aluminium powder is not compatible with contact lenses, for the record.
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playing with fire does not always leave you burned...
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sepia-toned corsetry, for the vintage look... or something.
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yet another catsuit image.
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and yet another.
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latex with a purple hue... |
another catsuit image. i like the latex, what can i say?
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makeup and latex and long hair, oh my...
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more makeup concepts... | 
my favourite boots
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ah, my red hair phase...
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chained in a corset. not a cliché at all. really. | 
as demonstrated by this image, boots can never have enough buckles. | 
another fishnet shirt and corset combo
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pssst. you. come here.
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i think pvc is underappreciated in the fetish community.... | 
at the cemetery at night, in the snow... latex catsuits and corsets do not insulate as well as anticipated. | 
i love old cemeteries... they are so peaceful, and have some truly beautiful stones... |
dancing at a club... | 
i have a thing for opera-length black latex gloves... i'm not sure why, but I believe trent reznor on the cover of rolling stone magazine is to blame.
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on the george washington bridge, at the u of m | 
coming up the stairs...
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purple leather and johnny the homicidal maniac. what more could one want?
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i love my purple leather pants...
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the window seat at 438
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the obligatory leather trench coat |
me in a white shirt- a rare occurrence
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having a bare-chested rockstar moment.
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laying on the bed in latex
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