Roxanne The Doll
She's a good girl. I think I love her.
Nice ass, by the way.
Anyway, she'll be modeling for us today.
It's very common for artists to fall in love with their models. Some artists have even married their models in order to keep them around.
With Roxanne, I don't have to worry about that, since I own her. She is a doll, after all.
Here she is from the back, in what she thinks is a pretty dress. I'm not a fan of the red. I guess it's more of a cocktail dress on a Friday night out. I'll have to find her another dress to wear.
Wow, I was able to upload the remaining twenty-eight pictures in one go. It took about five minutes, and then I had to re-size them all to 'Extra Large'.
That's good to know that I can do that. It starts to get tedious to upload each photo one by one, and then commenting on each picture takes time, time that I don't have right now. I have other things I want to do with my life than uploading photos.
I'm just glad it's done.
Let's have a look....I think over-all, the photos look pretty good, and are ready to draw from.
My work is done with this photo session. My other work is just beginning. The Artwork....sigh.
Do you know how long it takes to make a piece of art? It takes forever. It can take twenty to thirty hours on just one piece. Who has that kind of time? I don't.
Anyway, thanks Roxanne for modelling. I appreciate it.
"You're Welcome," says Roxanne.
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3:18 p.m. on Tuesday, May 4th, 2021.
I'm at the Econolodge in Reno, Nevada on Plumb at Virginia.
It's a beautiful day.
Anyway, here are the results of this morning's photo shoot. Brace yourself:
Nice ass, by the way.
That took forever to upload those eleven photos. I''m gonna shut down, and reboot. But I'm also going to walk to the tobacco store, and buy some cigarette papers. I'm running low.
"Okay," said the other part of myself.
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Okay, it's later in the day, and time to upload some more pictures:
So, there you go, there are all the photos from today. It was a fun photo shoot. I felt better afterwards, and maybe just a little guilty, but I didn't care.
What's love without a little guilt?
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