Bob Shell: The Loch Ness Monster

AI rendering of Loch Ness Monster mythology
Loch Ness Monster. Rendering by AI.

Text by Bob Shell, Copyright 2024


Loch Ness Monster


I like to watch ‘History’s Greatest Mysteries’ on the History Channel. They usually do a pretty good job in their research. But, not so for the program about the Loch Ness Monster. This program was poorly researched. In my original career I was a zoologist. I’ve been interested in cryptids, unknown creatures since the 1960s. In around 1965 I read the seminal book ‘On the Track of Unknown Animals’ by Bernard Heuvelmans. That book really captured my attention, and spurred a lifelong interest in the subject. 

Interestingly, some of the animals in the book that were unknown at the time, some are now known, and some can even be seen in zoos. 

The Loch Ness creature has been of particular interest to cryptozoologists since reports of it go back at least 1,500 years. The ‘dragon’ that Saint George killed may have been one of these animals. 

In the 1960s a researcher named Tim Dinsdale got a 16mm film of an animal swimming rapidly away across the lake. You can clearly see the animal’s big front flippers churning up the water as it swims rapidly across the lake. Later he had a man take a powerboat across the lake to allow comparison. They’re obviously very different. To date Dinsdale’s film is some of the best evidence for an unknown animal in Loch Ness. 

In the early 1970s, as I recall, Dr. Harold ‘Doc’ Edgerton designed special underwater camera equipment and powerful electronic flash equipment to penetrate the murky water of Loch Ness, which is stained by peat. Visibility is limited to a foot or two. 

Now, Doc Edgerton wasn’t just anybody. He was the inventor of electronic flash. And he designed the special flash equipment to penetrate the murky water in his lab at MIT. 

The expedition using Edgerton’s equipment got several amazing photographs. One shows a large rhomboid flipper and the side of a very large animal. Another photo shows the head, neck, and front of the body. The head looks somewhat like a horse’s head. This fits with eyewitness descriptions that say the head looks like a horse’s or sheep’s. 

Why didn’t the TV program show Dinsdale’s film or Edgerton’s photos? Could it be that their researchers are too young to know about them? 

The program did devote time to a Swedish study that sampled water from Loch Ness and analyzed the DNA found there. They found DNA from many species, but also a significant amount of unknown DNA. Certainty they ought to have been able to determine what the unknown DNA was in broad strokes. For example, was it from a mammal, a reptile, a fish? That should have been possible to determine. 

One important point has been missed by every TV report and book I’ve seen on the subject. The Loch Ness creature and those from other large lakes are reported to undulate vertically. Because of the structure of their vertebrae, reptiles and fish undulate horizontally, not vertically. Mammals alone undulate vertically. That’s why fish and the extinct ichthyosaurs have vertical tails, while dolphins and whales have their flukes horizontal. Watch videos of fish and dolphins swimming. Fish move side to side, dolphins up and down. I would argue that what lives in Loch Ness is an unknown mammal that has resulted from convergent evolution to look like a plesiosaur. 

Dr. Heuvelmans also wrote the best books on the great sea serpent. The Loch Ness creature and other similar lake monsters are only found in lakes with connections to oceans. In the case of Loch Ness, the loch is connected to the North Sea by the River Ness, so the creatures could be migratory, like the eels that breed in Loch Ness then migrate to the sea. Animals looking like Nessie have been seen by fishermen around Scotland and the Hebrides. 

Gavin Maxwell, who wrote the great book ‘Ring of Bright Water’ and its sequels, tells of his sighting of an unknown creature while he ran a shark fishery off the island of Soay. This animal rose silently from the water, a horse-like head atop a long, slender neck. The animal stared at him for a few moments with very large eyes, then sank straight down and disappeared. These animals, whatever they may be, seem able to change their buoyancy, to surface or sink without disturbing the surface of the water. 

About The Author: Bob Shell is a professional photographer, author and former editor in chief of Shutterbug Magazine. He is currently serving a 35 year sentence for involuntary manslaughter for the death of Marion Franklin, one of his former models.  He is serving the 15th year of his sentence at Pocahontas State Correctional Facility, Virginia. To read additional articles by Bob Shell, link here:


Bob Shell: Banned in Boston

Behind the scenes at a porn shoot in LA
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Text by Bob Shell, Copyright 2024


Banned in Boston


I got a Publication Disapproval Notification in my nightly mail here at Pocahontas State Penitentiary. I thought it would be about some magazine that shows a nipple or something, which happens a lot, even though bare breasts are shown now on TV late at night. America is growing up – slowly. But, apparently not the Virginia Department of Corrections.
But no, it’s for my book ban in Boston! They’ve banned ‘Heaven and Hell on the Road to Reno!’ These backward people have said my book violates Operating Procedure 803.2 Incoming Publications, Specific Criteria for Publication Disapproval.
Material that emphasizes explicit or graphic depictions or descriptions of sexual acts
1. Actual sexual intercourse (vaginal, anal, or oral) including inanimate object penetration.
2.Secretion or excretion of bodily fluids or substances in the context of sexual activity or arousal.

Yes, the book contains explicit sex scenes. So do many novels. There are dozens in our library here.
My sex scenes are in the context of telling a story, not in isolation, and not as the point of the story. Some were used to emphasize just how evil my villains are. They’re essential to the narrative. This is a detective story with strong erotic components.
The US Supreme Court has held that the work must be judged as a whole, not disapproved just for isolated individual parts.

And they seem to have missed the humor in much of the book.

Effectively, they’re saying my book is obscene. It isn’t, unless the popular Jack Reacher series by Lee Child is, unless the worldwide bestselling series of ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ books by E. L. James are, unless the worldwide bestselling ‘Girl With The Dragon Tattoo’ and it’s sequels by Stieg Larsen are, unless many of the books by the late Richard Laymon are, unless most of the books by Wilbur Smith are, unless the books by Stuart Woods are, unless the books by Nobel Prize in Literature winner Mario Vargas Llosa are, unless Woody Guthrie’s lone novel is, and I could fill pages with examples, all in our library here, some of which are far more explicit and kinky than anything I’ve written.
Some of these were initially disapproved by the VDOC, but were later approved because of their obvious literary or societal value.

Last August I received a publisher’s proof copy of the book from Amazon without any problems. It was a mess, so I noted the necessary corrections in emails to the publisher. That book was not disapproved.

Forget that the Virginia Constitution says right up front in Article 1 “any citizen may freely speak, write, and publish his sentiments on all subjects.” I may be incarcerated, but I am still a citizen! I think ‘all subjects’ includes a detective story with erotic undertones.
It also says those rights “can never be restrained except by despotic governments.”

I recently read an essay by Margaret Atwood, author of ‘The Handmaid’s Tale.’ Speaking to the Governor of Florida and his sycophantic minions, she said, “Go ahead and ban my book. That will just insure that many more people read it.”
The sad lesson that censors never seem to learn is that censorship never works. It devours itself and the minds of the censors. Censorship is one of this world’s few genuine evils.

They’ve already admitted to me that I have the right to publish anything I want, just apparently not the right to read it after it’s published!

And to the Virginia Department of Corrections, I say, “Grow up! Sex in its infinite variations is part of the human condition. It always has been, it always will be.”

About The Author: Bob Shell is a professional photographer, author and former editor in chief of Shutterbug Magazine. He is currently serving a 35 year sentence for involuntary manslaughter for the death of Marion Franklin, one of his former models.  He is serving the 15th year of his sentence at Pocahontas State Correctional Facility, Virginia. To read additional articles by Bob Shell, link here:

Only Butts Allowed: YouTube and Censorship

Adult film star displays her beautiful butt during a porn scene break in Hollywood
Butts Allowed on YouTube. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Text by Tony Ward, Copyright 2024


Only Butts Allowed: YouTube and Censorship


For the past couple of months I’ve been experimenting with YouTube and the platforms censorship rules.  As of this writing I have 47 videos posted on my channel that range from behind the scenes clips of recent shoots, as well as vintage television footage of me working on erotic still and video productions from LA to Paris.

About one week into the experiment, I received a notice that one of my videos was marked as only available for viewers 18 years of age and older.  I said to myself ok fair enough, but why that one considering the clip was not that much different than other videos I already posted with no limitation on viewership.  Despite the age limitation, the view rate started to go up and so did the number of my subscribers. At the time of this writing around 9000 viewers have subscribed to date.  Not bad for an upstart.

 So I continued drilling down on my hard drives and the process of uploading videos continued  until I received my first STRIKE.  A strike is a warning that content has been removed from my site. So I looked to see what video was taken down and low and behold it was the very same video YouTube had already approved of – for at least a week running – until the algorithm thought otherwise, thus a strike out of know where it seemed.  How unfair I thought. Why would they allow the video to be up in the first place  if there was risk to breaking the rules? Just goes to show you these platforms are not perfect, so it’s best to be on the safe side if your plan is to game the system. Gaming the system means to monetize it.

Here is the video that was taken down:

A second 18 years of age limitation was placed on the channel on April29, 2024 but this time it was immediate. A message landed in my email inbox within a minute of the clip being posted. So again I was amused by how random these YouTube warnings can be if you operate close, near, or up to the line, when it comes to their censorship rules. Here is the clip that this time I took down without risk of getting another STRIKE. I will keep readers informed as this experiment evolves.


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Tracey Olkus: My Cloak of Invisibility

An eccentric woman in a Parisian park at night on a swing wearing a clown mask and wild pink boa feather coat
The Swinger. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Text by Tracey Olkus, Copyright 2024

Portraits of Tracey Olkus by Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Styling and Creative Direction by KVaughn

Lighting Assistant: Anthony Colagreco


My Cloak of Invisibility


  I can barely remember the timid little girl I was before I discovered I had the power. The power to disappear. The power of invisibility. In the beginning, I stumbled through  this alternate  universe to which my power gave me access  and used it in silly ways; listening  in on the cool kids’ conversations or peeking at my classmates’ grades. But It wasn’t long before I progressed to voyeurism and to my utter delight, I discovered which students  were cutting class to smoke, which were sneaking off  to masturbate and which were even pleasuring each other. Oh this new game would soon become  much more exciting  than I had ever anticipated.

I grew bolder with the confidence my invisibility allowed me. There were no limits.  I could wear anything I wanted. I could do anything I wanted. The unseen world is judgement free so my ego slipped away and my sexual id stepped into its place. Self consciousness gone. I hunted for  play partners that oozed sexuality. I took in their smell, their taste, their bodies. No eyes on me meant I could do this anywhere. And I discovered that I particularly liked to be in the most public places. 

A beautiful woman in a Parisian park at night dressed in black fashion and dark sunglasses
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

One night in Paris as I was on the prowl, I felt an inextricable pull towards an unlikely prey –  a beautiful yet awkwardly shy man who had locked eyes with me. I could feel the electricity between us as I approached. I ran my fingertips over his chest, felt the curve of his ass, and slid down his thighs to his calves. I ran my nose up the inside of his leg and felt his increasing bulge. I breathed in his essence as I lingered over his armpit. I was on fire, every button pushed. When I looked back at his face, his eyes were locked on me, skin flushed and dewey with nervous sweat. “Can you see me?”, I asked. He nervously looked around to see who was watching us, swallowed hard, and answered “Yes”. “Don’t worry, no one else can”. I kept my eyes locked on this marvel who had stepped through my cloak of invisibility as I slid my hand into his pants and felt his rock hard cock. My tongue teased his quivering lip before kissing him deeply. I opened his shirt, buried my face in his chest hair and took his nipple between my teeth. Electricity shot through him and he let out a loud gasp.. I unzipped my dress. His eyes darted around the room again. “Don’t worry, they can’t see you either”.  His neck  kisses started off tender and became more ravaging as he moved to my breasts-expertly working my nipples. My clit was at attention and I could feel the juices running down the inside of my thighs. “I have to taste you”, he whispered. “Yes you do” I replied and gently pushed him down between my shaking thighs balancing myself with my right leg over his shoulder . He parted my pussy lips with the bridge of his nose, cocked his head back, and took a long slow taste  before teasing my clit mercilessly. He slid two thick fingers inside me stroking my ‘ON” switch and I exploded, ejaculating profusely. He bathed in my cum soaking his face and hair.

A moment of inhibition struck and his head snapped from left to right. I assured him that we were unseen. We were in a parallel universe and this was a game where only we made up the rules. I pulled him up off the floor,”Your turn”.  His clothes were off. I pushed him onto his back and  worked his beautiful cock with my tongue  nearly swallowing him. My pussy was insatiable. I rode him like waves on the sand-rolling back and then crashing down on him over and over again spraying  cum all over his body . I slid off his cock. The look on his face begged me not to go. I nestled myself between his legs with one over my shoulder. I drooled on my middle finger and slid it gently but deeply into his ass stroking his prostate as my mouth closed around his erection. Electricity shot through his body and out of nipples and cock. He exploded. 

We lay there for a moment transfixed. No longer shy or self conscious.  Supremely satisfied. “Now the score is even 1:1. Want to play again?”

A beautiful woman in a Parisian park at night strikes a pose wearing a black top hat sheer blouse, shorts and fishnet stockings
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024.


For almost two decades, Tracey Olkus  has been transforming faces and elevating styles from her private studio in Philadelphia. Specializing in everything from everyday glam to commercial shoots to TV and film. 

Tracey’s artistic interests extend beyond the chair. With a passion for costuming, she crafts bespoke headdress designs available through commissioned works.  
As the curator of The Performance Salon, Tracey provides a platform for emerging and established artists to showcase their talents in an intimate setting. From musicians, to thespians, writers to chefs, The Performance Salon has become a hub for artistic expression with performances that leave audiences mesmerized.
But Tracey’s interests go beyond her professional pursuits . A dedicated patron of the arts and the finer things in life, she enjoys hosting extravagant dinner parties and whimsical camping trips…often simultaneously.
When it is time to escape, Tracey can be found exploring the world, talking to strangers, and collecting stories from every corner of the globe. And along the way, she is most happy to have has amassed an eclectic collection of friends that share her passion for the extraordinary.

Unraveling the Allure: The Sensual History of the Corset

Beautiful young woman wearing a pink corset with nothing else on
Delicious Corset. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Unravelling The Allure: The Sensual History of The Corset


Photography by Tony Ward


For centuries, the corset has captivated the imagination, adorning the bodies of women across various cultures and eras. This garment, with its intricate lacing and sculpted silhouette, has transcended mere functionality, becoming a symbol of desire, seduction, and feminine mystique. Beneath the alluring façade of the corset lies a rich tapestry of history, one that interweaves fashion, power, and a profound exploration of the female form.

The origins of the corset can be traced back to the ancient civilizations of Greece and Rome, where women employed rudimentary forms of body-shaping garments. However, it was during the 16th century that the corset truly came into its own, evolving from a simple undergarment into a meticulously crafted piece of art. The Renaissance era witnessed a renaissance of the female silhouette, as the corset became an integral part of the aristocratic wardrobe, accentuating the hourglass figure and projecting an aura of sophistication and wealth.

As the centuries unfolded, the corset’s design underwent a myriad of transformations, mirroring the changing ideals of beauty and societal norms. In the 18th century, the corset embraced a more exaggerated shape, cinching the waist to an almost unnatural degree, reflecting the era’s obsession with a tiny waistline. This trend reached its zenith during the Victorian era, where the corset became a symbol of propriety and restraint, encasing the female form in a rigid, unyielding embrace.

Yet, beneath the veneer of respectability, the corset harbored a secret allure. Its ability to sculpt and accentuate the curves of the female body ignited a sensual undercurrent, becoming a source of fascination and desire. Artists and writers alike were captivated by the corset’s power, immortalizing its seductive lines in paintings, literature, and the collective cultural consciousness.

As the 20th century dawned, the corset underwent a profound transformation, shedding its restrictive shackles and embracing a new era of liberation. Designers such as Paul Poiret and Coco Chanel challenged traditional notions of femininity, introducing looser silhouettes and freeing women from the confines of the corset. However, the corset’s allure remained undiminished, as it transcended its utilitarian origins and emerged as a symbol of empowerment and seduction.

Today, the corset has been reinvented and reimagined, gracing the runways of haute couture fashion shows and adorning the bodies of modern-day icons. From the intricate corsetry of Jean Paul Gaultier to the daring designs of Vivienne Westwood, the corset continues to captivate and intrigue, its sensual history intertwined with the ever-evolving ideals of beauty and femininity.

In the end, the allure of the corset lies not merely in its physical form but in its ability to evoke desire, power, and a celebration of the female spirit. It is a garment that has transcended time and trends, weaving a narrative of seduction, restraint, and ultimately, liberation.


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