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My dear, I really want to be friends with you, she told her and it wasn't a metaphor, she was talking to her soul...

But how can I be your friend, you've got thousands of threads woven into a single rope, and each thread has a feeling of its own. The girl led her hand along the snake until she saw how they all unfold at once...

I came to this world with something inside me, some call it a deep soul or a gift or something else. And I feel it all.

Sometimes it completely covers me. My heart, my veins, my throat.

This is neither pain nor happiness, it's as black as space, with tiny shiny stars. When this feeling sleeps, I can come to it and take ideas for art or life. But when it comes to take something from me, I burn with sensation I can't explain. What if it feels the same when I come to it? Or maybe we mix? This feeling comes to the world through me?

This feeling is insanely wild, as if I were sitting naked on a wild horse and trying to curb it just by the power of my mind... But what if I am a horse, and the feeling is in the role of a naked girl?

As a person, it is difficult for me to understand all this depth, my body simply does not have enough space, and this huge feeling is so difficult to fit into this small body. That's how we live. But you know, it's easier not to touch this feeling, not to let it into your body! But what it gives is called beauty, and I am ready to pay for beauty, for thin strings of sensations with which you can feel the world and people...

One of the interesting and challenging activities is erotic art.

But as far as I know, as a creative artist, creativity is not chosen, but it itself chooses you, as if creativity wants to use you to transform into this world with the help of a person. Hmmm... What if creative energy is an alien who uses people to be born in works and absorb the whole world)

In its act, creativity unfolds and emits hypnosis, which pierces a person's feelings, penetrating into his brain.

Art infects a person with an itch, a non-stop itch that can be satisfied by producing something….

Erotic creativity is the most difficult, hottest, most discussed and condemned. It always lasted, even in the era of Salvador Dali, in his time there were erotic artists, he always spat at them, well, he called them, practically, pornographers, although they were considered as such. They sold drawings to their audience, like I do on Onlyfans or another channel.

I studied the works of Salvador Dali, and he has a lot of erotic overtones, but there is no direct nudity or open sexual dialogue, but the smell of sex is present)

This is an eternal problem when artists who make their erotic stuff are judged by other artists, although everyone does the same thing, just someone shows more, and someone less)

I am super tolerant of all performers who use their body as an instrument. Everyone has their own vision and the right to do it, regardless of who likes or dislikes what. The eternal disappointment of people who take offense for the fact that somebody doesn't take explicit photos and the other side of people who, on the contrary, condemn that those are filmed in porn) At such moments I want to say: fuck you, disgruntled gentlemen. Probably, in the future it will be possible to live in several parallel realities in order to satisfy everyone at once (joke!) to satisfy only oneself)

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