Rae Champagne

80s photo shoot bound with eight characters packed. Only one of us plans to behave.

With the tide curling around our feet, you move against me slowly as though the island had been waiting for us to make love upon its shore.

The boss ran the city. She ran her nails down his back while he ruined her black dress.

She had reached the age where beauty no longer felt like an audition. It was simply another language she spoke fluently sometimes in complete sentences, sometimes barefoot in a tiny yellow set.

Warm sun. Cool water. Soft curves. The kind of vacation view that follows a man home.

The water cooled me down. That look probably did the opposite to you. 😏

Some views relax you. Some views ruin your concentration.

She looked like a late summer secret

Wet skin, soft feet, pretty toes, and a gold anklet doing exactly what it was supposed to do.

Black lace against the city light. Soft, romantic, and a little dangerous...the kind of woman a grown man remembers after the night is over.

Some pictures feel like summer. Some feel like trouble. This one is a little bit of both. 😌

Cinematic, soft, and a little dangerous. The kind of grown-woman energy made for men who like mystery with their beauty.

A little couch, a little soft light, a little grown woman calm. Bare feet, long legs, and the kind of quiet sensuality that doesn’t have to beg for attention.

There’s a quiet kind of power in knowing your lines, holding your shape, and letting elegance do the flirting first.

A romantic little mirror moment for the men who love softness, curves, confidence, and a woman with mystery.

Sweet, sporty and shaped like somebody’s favorite distraction.

Romantic. Pretty. Classy. Just a little dangerous if you stare too long