Jessica Rain, here are a few source graphics from a computer font I made in August, 2013, named BeautyMarks:
I download photos or artwork from the Internet, resize and/ or crop them, so that the image height is 280 pixels, (with variable widths), then I draw on top of them in two colours, usually, but sometimes three. The colours I use for these graphics aren't important, so long as they will predictably change to black and white, when saved as monochrome bitmap file types. I import the monochrome bitmaps in to a font editor, and simplify them, by removing unnecessary nodes, (points that connect to each other, to form part of the contour outline)
I like the composition of the 'venetian blinds' image, in black and white. It's ambiguous as to whether the observer is in the room, seeing the woman silhouetted against the window, or if he/ she is outside, peeping at the woman, who may have left the blinds open, intentionally.
I like to try to create three dimensional depth perception in typography, whenever possible, as with the checkecommunity floor image, and the fishnet stockings.
I like the challenge of trying to create images that are, essentially, ink blots, when converted to scalable vectors, but the shapes suggest erotica, rather that smut.
Would you like to see some more like these?
By the way, Jessica Rain, your body shape is almost identical to that of the woman some years older than I, at the time, that I used to bang most Saturday nights for about nine months in 1984/ 85. She was a Jewish former hippy, with two daughters that had hippy names. They would stay over at her babysitter's house on Saturday nights, most weeks.
It was just a booty call for both of us; she dumped a common law shortly after we met, (she was a friend of one of my older sisters), and she wanted to be single, but also sexually active. It was a good deal for me, too, I got laid almost every Saturday night, at her place, without spending any money on dating her. It was all her idea, and I'd have been foolish to turn it down. I'd just call around eight o'clock, and say "Are we on for tonight?', and if she said yes, I just showed up around ten, and left Sunday morning around eight. Six days a week, we were out of each others' lives.
I really enjoyed the hour and a half or so each week between when I arrived, and when we retired, just talking, drinking wine, and smoking some weed, while we both knew we were going to get laid, when we felt like it. For that reason, I usually book longer sessions with Escorts, rather than more, shorter sessions.
To me, it's a bit crass to be in the shower, three minutes after arriving, as if we're both in a hurry to get it done, and get going.
The thread about it is called Milf Memoirs, but there was only the one, plus a few other posts, with no pertinent information.