RTSY Visuals
@rtsyvisuals.bsky.social
Photographer, sometimes Santa and generally a bit of a fun weirdo
From a recent Hotel room shoot
July 3, 2025 at 12:58 PM
From a recent Hotel room shoot
June 12, 2025 at 3:25 PM
Nameless and faceless
Part of my Roses Series
Part of my Roses Series
May 29, 2025 at 10:43 AM
Nameless and faceless
Part of my Roses Series
Part of my Roses Series
Red couch sessions in red lace dress
May 6, 2025 at 1:37 PM
Red couch sessions in red lace dress
Softly her fingers trailed down her chest, teasing her eager nakedness slowly
March 26, 2025 at 1:57 PM
Softly her fingers trailed down her chest, teasing her eager nakedness slowly
Of course she's pretty in pink
March 25, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Of course she's pretty in pink
Softly glowing, like moonlit nights, Pearls caress the skin, a gentle delight. Each pearl a kiss, a silent vow, A tale of love that words can't show. A testament to beauty's reign, A moment captured, pure and plain. -RTSY Model is Nameless and Faceless
March 13, 2025 at 2:12 PM
Softly glowing, like moonlit nights, Pearls caress the skin, a gentle delight. Each pearl a kiss, a silent vow, A tale of love that words can't show. A testament to beauty's reign, A moment captured, pure and plain. -RTSY Model is Nameless and Faceless
Painting with Light
February 19, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Painting with Light
The pink perfection, a color so bright
A beacon of beauty, in the morning light.
In lace and silk, a whisper so fine,
A dance of innocence, a playful design.
A whisper of silk, against her soft skin,
A sensual embrace, where passion begins.
A beacon of beauty, in the morning light.
In lace and silk, a whisper so fine,
A dance of innocence, a playful design.
A whisper of silk, against her soft skin,
A sensual embrace, where passion begins.
February 16, 2025 at 4:15 PM
The pink perfection, a color so bright
A beacon of beauty, in the morning light.
In lace and silk, a whisper so fine,
A dance of innocence, a playful design.
A whisper of silk, against her soft skin,
A sensual embrace, where passion begins.
A beacon of beauty, in the morning light.
In lace and silk, a whisper so fine,
A dance of innocence, a playful design.
A whisper of silk, against her soft skin,
A sensual embrace, where passion begins.
February 12, 2025 at 5:05 PM
In a space so bare,
Yet in this solitude, a peace I find rare.
I'm not lonely, I'm not afraid,
In my own company, I'm not dismayed.
Alone but never lonely here,
Where freedom rings so crystal clear.
In solitude, I've found my art, Of being whole with just my heart.
Yet in this solitude, a peace I find rare.
I'm not lonely, I'm not afraid,
In my own company, I'm not dismayed.
Alone but never lonely here,
Where freedom rings so crystal clear.
In solitude, I've found my art, Of being whole with just my heart.
February 11, 2025 at 3:33 PM
In a space so bare,
Yet in this solitude, a peace I find rare.
I'm not lonely, I'm not afraid,
In my own company, I'm not dismayed.
Alone but never lonely here,
Where freedom rings so crystal clear.
In solitude, I've found my art, Of being whole with just my heart.
Yet in this solitude, a peace I find rare.
I'm not lonely, I'm not afraid,
In my own company, I'm not dismayed.
Alone but never lonely here,
Where freedom rings so crystal clear.
In solitude, I've found my art, Of being whole with just my heart.
February 10, 2025 at 10:41 PM
Her lips curve sly, in a wicked grin,
As she takes on the world, with a defiant spin.
Her style is fierce, her attitude bold,
A true original, that never grows old.
She's a badass woman, with a heart of gold,
A shining star, that shines bright and cold.
As she takes on the world, with a defiant spin.
Her style is fierce, her attitude bold,
A true original, that never grows old.
She's a badass woman, with a heart of gold,
A shining star, that shines bright and cold.
February 5, 2025 at 6:33 PM
Her lips curve sly, in a wicked grin,
As she takes on the world, with a defiant spin.
Her style is fierce, her attitude bold,
A true original, that never grows old.
She's a badass woman, with a heart of gold,
A shining star, that shines bright and cold.
As she takes on the world, with a defiant spin.
Her style is fierce, her attitude bold,
A true original, that never grows old.
She's a badass woman, with a heart of gold,
A shining star, that shines bright and cold.
Softly wrapped, a gentle bind,
Leather straps, a sensual find.
Her submission, a gentle hush
A surrender to the heart's rush.
Her body relaxes, her soul takes flight,
As she gives in to the moment's delight.
Leather straps, a sensual find.
Her submission, a gentle hush
A surrender to the heart's rush.
Her body relaxes, her soul takes flight,
As she gives in to the moment's delight.
January 26, 2025 at 1:43 PM
Softly wrapped, a gentle bind,
Leather straps, a sensual find.
Her submission, a gentle hush
A surrender to the heart's rush.
Her body relaxes, her soul takes flight,
As she gives in to the moment's delight.
Leather straps, a sensual find.
Her submission, a gentle hush
A surrender to the heart's rush.
Her body relaxes, her soul takes flight,
As she gives in to the moment's delight.
The power of touch, a spark that ignites,
A flame that flickers, with gentle, loving lights.
The touch of a lover, a fiery embrace,
A world consumed, in this sacred space.
A symphony played, on skin so soft,
A love unspoken, treasured aloft
A flame that flickers, with gentle, loving lights.
The touch of a lover, a fiery embrace,
A world consumed, in this sacred space.
A symphony played, on skin so soft,
A love unspoken, treasured aloft
January 23, 2025 at 12:15 AM
The power of touch, a spark that ignites,
A flame that flickers, with gentle, loving lights.
The touch of a lover, a fiery embrace,
A world consumed, in this sacred space.
A symphony played, on skin so soft,
A love unspoken, treasured aloft
A flame that flickers, with gentle, loving lights.
The touch of a lover, a fiery embrace,
A world consumed, in this sacred space.
A symphony played, on skin so soft,
A love unspoken, treasured aloft
A sensual curve, a sweet delight,
That beckons touch, and warm, soft light.
Long legs that shimmer, a silken gleam,
Legs that beckon, a seductive dream.
Each curve a promise, a hidden delight,
Arousing senses, morning, noon, and night.
That beckons touch, and warm, soft light.
Long legs that shimmer, a silken gleam,
Legs that beckon, a seductive dream.
Each curve a promise, a hidden delight,
Arousing senses, morning, noon, and night.
January 21, 2025 at 3:41 PM
A sensual curve, a sweet delight,
That beckons touch, and warm, soft light.
Long legs that shimmer, a silken gleam,
Legs that beckon, a seductive dream.
Each curve a promise, a hidden delight,
Arousing senses, morning, noon, and night.
That beckons touch, and warm, soft light.
Long legs that shimmer, a silken gleam,
Legs that beckon, a seductive dream.
Each curve a promise, a hidden delight,
Arousing senses, morning, noon, and night.
ASKING FOR REPOST
Pearls on my skin, a moonlit gleam,
A secret treasure, a whispered dream.
They trace my curves, a lunar glow,
A goddess' beauty, a radiant show.
A timeless elegance, a classic grace,
Pearls on my skin, a sacred space.
Pearls on my skin, a moonlit gleam,
A secret treasure, a whispered dream.
They trace my curves, a lunar glow,
A goddess' beauty, a radiant show.
A timeless elegance, a classic grace,
Pearls on my skin, a sacred space.
January 10, 2025 at 3:16 PM
ASKING FOR REPOST
Pearls on my skin, a moonlit gleam,
A secret treasure, a whispered dream.
They trace my curves, a lunar glow,
A goddess' beauty, a radiant show.
A timeless elegance, a classic grace,
Pearls on my skin, a sacred space.
Pearls on my skin, a moonlit gleam,
A secret treasure, a whispered dream.
They trace my curves, a lunar glow,
A goddess' beauty, a radiant show.
A timeless elegance, a classic grace,
Pearls on my skin, a sacred space.
In the heart of the storm, she stands,
And feels the power in her hands.
The wind may howl, the rain may lash,
But her spirit burns with a fiery flash.
She is not just a storm, but grace,
The calm and fury interlace.
Embracing chaos, wild and free,
She finds her strength, eternally.
And feels the power in her hands.
The wind may howl, the rain may lash,
But her spirit burns with a fiery flash.
She is not just a storm, but grace,
The calm and fury interlace.
Embracing chaos, wild and free,
She finds her strength, eternally.
January 5, 2025 at 3:21 PM
In the heart of the storm, she stands,
And feels the power in her hands.
The wind may howl, the rain may lash,
But her spirit burns with a fiery flash.
She is not just a storm, but grace,
The calm and fury interlace.
Embracing chaos, wild and free,
She finds her strength, eternally.
And feels the power in her hands.
The wind may howl, the rain may lash,
But her spirit burns with a fiery flash.
She is not just a storm, but grace,
The calm and fury interlace.
Embracing chaos, wild and free,
She finds her strength, eternally.
A whisper of silk, a rustle of grace, She moves through the world with effortless pace. Strength wrapped in velvet skin, The power held within. Queen of her domain, Her elegance remains.
January 3, 2025 at 10:17 PM
A whisper of silk, a rustle of grace, She moves through the world with effortless pace. Strength wrapped in velvet skin, The power held within. Queen of her domain, Her elegance remains.
Sensation as they slowly glide,
Tracing curves where shadows hide.
The skin, a canvas, the pearls, its art,
A masterpiece of passion, a work of heart.
A whispered secret, soft and low,
Where pearls on skin begin to glow.
Tracing curves where shadows hide.
The skin, a canvas, the pearls, its art,
A masterpiece of passion, a work of heart.
A whispered secret, soft and low,
Where pearls on skin begin to glow.
December 20, 2024 at 4:11 PM
Sensation as they slowly glide,
Tracing curves where shadows hide.
The skin, a canvas, the pearls, its art,
A masterpiece of passion, a work of heart.
A whispered secret, soft and low,
Where pearls on skin begin to glow.
Tracing curves where shadows hide.
The skin, a canvas, the pearls, its art,
A masterpiece of passion, a work of heart.
A whispered secret, soft and low,
Where pearls on skin begin to glow.
The texture of rope, so rough and so real,
A twist of fibers, a tactile appeal.
Each wrap a promise, each knot a kiss,
Creating maps of captured bliss.
To memories imprinted deep,
That rope's caress will always keep.
#ropebondage #Shibari
A twist of fibers, a tactile appeal.
Each wrap a promise, each knot a kiss,
Creating maps of captured bliss.
To memories imprinted deep,
That rope's caress will always keep.
#ropebondage #Shibari
December 7, 2024 at 4:44 PM
The texture of rope, so rough and so real,
A twist of fibers, a tactile appeal.
Each wrap a promise, each knot a kiss,
Creating maps of captured bliss.
To memories imprinted deep,
That rope's caress will always keep.
#ropebondage #Shibari
A twist of fibers, a tactile appeal.
Each wrap a promise, each knot a kiss,
Creating maps of captured bliss.
To memories imprinted deep,
That rope's caress will always keep.
#ropebondage #Shibari
Just me and my thoughts, in a space so bare,
Yet in this solitude, a peace I find rare.
I'm not lonely, I'm not afraid,
In my own company, I'm not dismayed.
Alone but never lonely here,
Where freedom rings so crystal clear.
In solitude, I've found my art,
Of being whole with just my heart.
Yet in this solitude, a peace I find rare.
I'm not lonely, I'm not afraid,
In my own company, I'm not dismayed.
Alone but never lonely here,
Where freedom rings so crystal clear.
In solitude, I've found my art,
Of being whole with just my heart.
December 3, 2024 at 5:17 PM
Just me and my thoughts, in a space so bare,
Yet in this solitude, a peace I find rare.
I'm not lonely, I'm not afraid,
In my own company, I'm not dismayed.
Alone but never lonely here,
Where freedom rings so crystal clear.
In solitude, I've found my art,
Of being whole with just my heart.
Yet in this solitude, a peace I find rare.
I'm not lonely, I'm not afraid,
In my own company, I'm not dismayed.
Alone but never lonely here,
Where freedom rings so crystal clear.
In solitude, I've found my art,
Of being whole with just my heart.
Light catches glimpses, then retreats,
As shadow's velvet softly sweeps.
Across the planes of hip and thigh,
Where light and dark both softly sigh.
Shadows wrap like lover's hands,
While light explores forbidden lands.
#artisticnudephoto #erotic #sensual #lingerie #boudoir #artisticnude #nudeart
As shadow's velvet softly sweeps.
Across the planes of hip and thigh,
Where light and dark both softly sigh.
Shadows wrap like lover's hands,
While light explores forbidden lands.
#artisticnudephoto #erotic #sensual #lingerie #boudoir #artisticnude #nudeart
December 1, 2024 at 12:34 PM
Light catches glimpses, then retreats,
As shadow's velvet softly sweeps.
Across the planes of hip and thigh,
Where light and dark both softly sigh.
Shadows wrap like lover's hands,
While light explores forbidden lands.
#artisticnudephoto #erotic #sensual #lingerie #boudoir #artisticnude #nudeart
As shadow's velvet softly sweeps.
Across the planes of hip and thigh,
Where light and dark both softly sigh.
Shadows wrap like lover's hands,
While light explores forbidden lands.
#artisticnudephoto #erotic #sensual #lingerie #boudoir #artisticnude #nudeart
They twinkle and gleam with a soft, gentle glow,
Painting her skin with a magical show,
Each beam a whisper, a secret to bestow,
Dancing lights in the heavens' flow.
Each flash reveals a secret smile,
Her body moving, wild with style.
#erotic #sensual #lingerie #boudoir #nsfw
Painting her skin with a magical show,
Each beam a whisper, a secret to bestow,
Dancing lights in the heavens' flow.
Each flash reveals a secret smile,
Her body moving, wild with style.
#erotic #sensual #lingerie #boudoir #nsfw
November 28, 2024 at 12:52 PM