Hey guys/girls
If you need someone to edit/photoshop any of your photos then i'm the guy.
Please get in touch.
I generally do little things for free but if there's a lot of effort involved then i may add a little charge.

Thanks

I'm too hard to photo edit crop idc if my sis is in the pic( LEFT)  I love jerkin to her friend on the right

Rape! Torture! Interrogation! Snuff! Gore! Terrible things happening to women in our fantasies. For instance, women we know (wives, exes, bosses etc.) edited into perilous, painful, agonising or deadly situations. If it‘s not possible in real life, we can at least make those fantasies come true in art (photo manipulations, drawings, stories). Please do share your your darkest fantasies here, I might create some manips on request.
come and join my new group Violent Fantasies! 

I confess my post just got deleted for an odd reason. Thank you Mr Mod.

I shall edit it slightly so it can stay live for more than 5 seconds...

Rate these girls out of 10? Which would you abuse and why? How would you abuse them? Who's your Maid, Teacher, Nurse and Secretary? The possibilities are endless! I have many photos of the girl in green heels and few fakes for those who post well!

Enjoy yourselves and peace.

This is an edit I made of my girlfriend for our private pleasure, it's all her and Ii love seeing the real her and then her posing for me to take photos of her nude and explicit and then examining the pussy detail, it gets very close and you see all of her clip spread and even inside her a little. Her pussy is very tight, so getting these photos of her was very lucky.  I get so hot watching this,  we had to share and see what you think.

Looking for someone with photoshop/photo editing skills to make some nude/sexy edits of a girl. Message me for additional photos! (blonde on the left in the attached)

Thanks,
K-U

Hey Motherless and any tech savvy people,

So I have a picture of a certain someone completely topless but with a text box containing the word "Nope" over the goodies. Now I just accepted this until I discovered that if I was viewing the photo's thumbnail in Finder on Mac, I could see the original unedited picture! The .jpg was not taken on my computer or camera I pulled it off a blog. So I went into View Options to increase the size of the thumbnail, but as soon as the icon is enlarged to 188 x 188 size, it shows a thumbnail of the edited pic with the text box. This is a very bizarre situation and I would like to know if anyone has experiences with this "edited photo, unedited thumbnail" phenomenon, and how I would be able to attain a copy of a regular size unedited version of this photo like the one I see in the thumbnail. Thanks!

Edited photo of a whore

can you edit one of these photo i need a revenge!

Can anyone edit her boobs into the photo?
I think we would all love to see them

can someone edit this photo of her with black cock its a neighbour of mine

I confess that I paid a guy to photoshop my 18 year old sister naked, I think it's fucking hot but don't know what else to do with the photo. The edit is super realistic and makes me so hard..

I’ve got a hot cousin and I didn’t know it till our grandma died.

My family wasn't close with the other relatives. They lived 12 hours away, across a lot of states. Snow dumped on us every year, much like how my mom’s siblings used to dump on her as kids, and they were basking in the sun complaining of freezing fingers when it’s sweatshirt weather, you know? We visited my grandparents' at Christmas every year and if the schedules coincided, I’d see a few relatives. I don’t know most of their names. I’ve got 30 cousins including wives and second cousins (that’s the kid of a cousin, right?).

So after my grandma was done fighting cancer, we had a funeral. It was really sad and I don’t mean to cheapen the sentiment with literotica, but this was the first time I saw many of my cousins and learned a lot of names that I’ve forgotten since. But not Arya’s.

Arya is not her real name. I’m a Game of Thrones fan and GoT has a bit of incest and Arya’s my favorite character and so why not call my hot cousin Arya? It’s kind of close to her actual name. I’ll be changing everyone’s names to whatever, but Arya gets a special explanation for hers. She deserves it.

I drove the 3 hours from college to my parent’s then another 5 to my grandparents’ town. I was a mess. It hadn’t hit emotionally, but I was low energy in the midst of studying for finals next week and this was the first funeral I’d been to since I was 8 and went in my spiderman pajamas. Basically I didn’t have funeral clothes.

When we showed up, I was in a dark shirt and jeans, looking somber, till a relative I didn’t know, this fat bustling aunt in a floral print shirt, came up to hug my mom then my dad then me. She knew me! “Oh, James,” she said as she smothered me. “You’re so big now.” She was warm and friendly so I put on a big smile as I said, “Hi…”

Luckily my mom saved me and said, “I’m going to talk to your Aunt Sarah. Will you go put our coats down?”

My relatives are country folk living in the South. They’ve all got that accent. I’m more of a city guy. And I felt a little uncomfortable, maybe superior in my arrogance, around these bumpkins. And I’m generally shy.

So I sat in the fold out metal chairs with my parents’ coats and just kind of looked around, uncomfortable, and checked my phone. My college girlfriend had recently decided we were better friends than anything else. Which was fine and all, but well, I didn’t want to text her about this. It’d probably guilt her into some comfort sexting, but I wasn’t feeling so bold at the time. Now years later, well, different story. I think I just opened Angry Birds and played a few games while sitting in front of the closed casket. It was adorned with a wreath and there was a corkboard of photos of her at all ages, though most were her as Grandma. And a group of people I didn’t recognize examined the photos, blocking my view. They were dressed appropriately in dark suits or dresses.

The group came over and asked who I was and asked if I was so-and-so’s kid and I was and I asked who they were and who their parents were and all that. It was three girls and two guys. One of the girls and both guys were my cousins, and you could see the family resemblance, round-face, curly hair, pudgy, and the other girls were their dates. I didn’t know anyone brought dates to a wake. But I felt okay again having checked out the ladies’ asses, though one had been my cousin’s.

We talked for a little bit about the last time I saw them. A Christmas when we were kids, though one swore it was Thanksgiving but I told him, “No, no, we always have Thanksgiving at home.”

That kind of turned them off.

We were the family that never visited. All of them lived near my grandparents, and when my grandma got sick, all pitched in. All my family did was offer to pay bills till it got to the end then Mom came for a visit.

Anyway, they walked away to talk to other cousins.

I was in my early 20s and so were those cousins, but we had older ones. And this man in his 30s with curly hair and a little extra fat especially on his cheeks entered with this stunning blonde, I assumed he was my cousin.

Oh no.

They came up the corkboard, attached one of their photos, and I introduced myself and asked him who he was related to.

He was this bumbling guy. “Well, her. Ha, ha. I mean, we’re in a relationship—married, so I guess her.”

The stunning woman in this tight black dress that was strapless and squeezed her breasts so the pendant of her silver necklace rested in her sun-kissed cleavage complete with tanlines from a bikini laughed and said, “I’m Dana’s daughter. Arya.”

Dana was the oldest of my mom’s siblings and had gotten pregnant in high school, or maybe right after.

“Who are you?” she asked.

I told her and she said, “Oh! Remember when I was testing my make-up on you? Why is that so fun to do to little boys tied up? God, I must’ve been in high school then and you were maybe in Kindergarten?”

“I think I’m repressing that memory,” I told her.

“Aw, was it that traumatizing? You were crying…”

“You know kids. Always crying till someone kisses it better.”

“I tried that!” She didn’t have an accent. That awful Southern rural accent. Sorry, but you’re talking like Huck Finn, it’s hard to sound educated. It drives me nuts. But she had shed hers.

“You’d think I’d remember that.” I was smiling a lot. You know when you meet someone and it just clicks and you want it to click because hey, they’re hot? That’s how it was and because I had no relationship with her prior, ogling her, flirting a little, smiling like an idiot didn’t feel wrong. But doing all of that at a wake for our grandma did. “It’s too bad about Grandma,” I said.

She hugged me. I hugged back. Then her husband joined in and it got uncomfortable.

My parents came round and said, “Sorry about his clothes. He’s fresh from college—second year half way done! And he grew out of all his dress clothes.”

Arya volunteered to take me. “I don’t know where I’m going or anything, but I’ll get him looking spiffy. We can catch up.”

When we got in her car, a used Lincoln, probably fancy a decade ago but now all it boasted was a large backseat and seat warmers, she let her hair down from its tie. “Oh god thank you for coming under dressed. We’re just going to cruise for a bit because I can’t be in there mingling with Tom, Dick, Harry, whatever their names are. Right after high school, I got a scholarship to Florida and never wanted to go back. All those hick accents!”

“Yeah!” I said. “Like Huckleberry Finn!”

“Sure…”

“You know, Tom Sawyer. Deep Missouri Valley country hick accent. Sorry, I’m an English major.”

“And you’re smart! You are the blessing of this trip. I don’t really read so no clue what you’re talking about but keep talking. It’s helping me unclench for the first time since hearing I’d have to come.”

So we talked in the car about how awful the family was, the cousins, aunts, uncles, their divorces. She knew a lot of scandals I hadn’t heard like one of our uncles was in prison for a sexual offense, but even she didn’t know what. He wasn’t here today. Another was a junkie, in and out of rehab. Then we got to grandma and grandpa and both agreed they were the only good parts of the family.

“Other than us, of course,” I said.

“You’re definitely a blessing.”

“And blessed to be in this car.” I meant to imply with her more strongly, but something snapped me out of the flirty attitude, and I added, “Away from them.”

She smiled at me and we got quiet for a bit and she turned on the radio as we drove through the small town. It was near Christmas. Decorations were up. There wasn’t any snow. I told her we got like two feet last week and still had classes. She asked where I went to college. I told her to visit any time she wanted. I found out she was a helicopter medical evac personnel. She didn’t fly the helicopter, but she was the nurse or paramedic in back treating whomever.

Finally we got to a shop that sold suits and dresses. One stop fancy shopping. I had my mom’s credit card, but I didn’t think she intended to get me a full-on suit. It’d be my first. But Arya told me we were just getting the off-the-rack stuff. It wouldn’t be too much.

So I tried on some things she picked out and I came out of the dressing room still doing up my belt because the pants were too wide at the waist and were just sliding down off and dragging on under the heels of the dress shoes. We looked at how deflated I looked in the mirror.

“Get those off and we’ll get you the next size down.” She rolled down the waist to see the tag and what size they were. “I’ll bring you the next ones.”

I went back in the dressing room and took them off. I was just in my boxers and undershirt when she came in. Just barged on in through the swinging doors. I tried being natural about it, like I wasn’t uncomfortable or having dirty thoughts, but then she whipped out the measuring tape. “Put these on.” I did and she started measuring my seams. The outer one first. She told me to stop fidgeting as she was on her knees touching my thigh. Then the inner seem. “I used to work in one of these suit shops during college. The way we measured our special customers was to do the right in-seam, then cup *it* and move it over and measure the other side.” She laughed at the joke (I think she was kidding) and I thought about our dead grandmother so I wouldn’t twitch beneath the pants.

Then she helped me on the shirt and I buttoned all but the top two. She looked at it and buttoned them both, then unbuttoned the top. It was a little too big so she told me to get it off and before it was off, she starts pressing up against me trying to get at the tag in the collar to see the neck size. I think it was like 17 ¾.

She came back with a smaller shirt for me and a few dresses for her. They were a little more modest than the little black dress she had squeezed into. “I’m almost as unprepared for funerals as you. I bought this for a dinner party and a self-esteem boost. Sometimes you pay extra for that.”

I was shirtless and she was looking at herself in the mirror, checking herself out, and I was thinking she shouldn’t need to pay for it looking like she does.

Curvy and sun-kissed and blonde and tall and just perfect. The kind of girl you get a crush on even if you’ve just met her and found out she’s your cousin.

And I felt her back against me. “Oh sorry,” she said. Right against my crotch. With that perfect ass.

I couldn’t help it! I might have rubbed up against her a little with my erection.

“Is that what I think it is?” she said, laughing nervously but not moving away.

“Sorry.” I also stayed there.

“No, thank you for the compliment. Okay, I’m going to try these on now.”

I stayed, confused, horny, hopeful.

“Wait out there? I’ll be real quick.”

Damn. So I sat in the chair outside, hoping it’d subside, when she came out and we paid for everything and got in her car and left.

I was feeling pretty embarrassed that I’d “made a move.” Yeah that was the best move I had. Pressing against her like it was an accident, but both of us probably knowing it wasn’t. She knew. She kicked me out as she changed. She didn’t even try them on for me or any other little hints. The drive back was quiet. Awkward.

And when the funeral home was in sight, we pulled off onto a dirt road. This was a farming town with a lot of forests and field entrances and just places that a high schooler might go with his girl to makeout. She pulled into the dead end where we were covered in shade, just past a bend so we could hear trucks drive past on the main road, but not see them.

“Okay, we better do this before getting there,” she said.

My hope was restored.

Then she added, “Get changed.”

Hope tarnished.

“50 people talking about the dead, suddenly sad, rushing to the bathrooms. There’s no way we could change there. And wouldn’t want to do it in the parking lot where someone would see.”

“Sure, a relative seeing would be awkward,” I said.

“Yeah?” she said laughing.

“Yeah…”

“Then let’s make it awkward.”

I don’t know what she was thinking or what she imagined would come of it or what I should’ve done, but she stripped off that top awful fast. Let those breasts loose. No bra. A black thong. And I stared and she stared back and I started getting my shirt off and pants and I reached for my new clothes but she pulled something from her bag. New boxer-briefs. Real tight ones. She just threw them at me. Once I was naked she looked at me, erect, then stared me in the eyes. She was still naked except for that thong. I don’t want to forget the shape of her breasts, the size, how the tan-lines colored them, how they jiggled, her ass, the birthmark or any of that, but that was years ago. Details fade, get edited. I think her tits are bigger in my head now.

But her devilish smile. I can’t forget that.

Finally, she said, “Let’s get those clothes on. They’ll be calling soon, wondering if we ditched.”

And it was over. She dressed. I got a little peek at that booty, but not much, and when we went in for the wake, her dressed more modestly, my erection hidden till we got to the service and it died down. My mom and her siblings and my grandfather gave their eulogies and I cried and we buried grandma. Then we all went to lunch at some diner where even the table was greasy.

I wanted to sit by my cousin, but I had to sit by my parents and they wanted to sit by some fat aunt that kept asking about my future and so on.

I didn’t get to talk to my cousin till it was time to leave. “I’m serious about coming to visit. Any time you want. It’s beautiful in the fall. All the leaves changing.”

“Sure, sure,” she said.

“Or the spring is good. Tons of flowers. Ever heard of Dutch pantaloons? It might be a local name, but they make the campus smell so much better. Hides the BO and stale weed stench.”

“I’ll think about it.” God, she had to have smelled my desperation for more, but she wasn’t obliging. Fine, I can take a hint. A woman says no, you just have to let go, right?

“Have a safe trip,” I said and waved like I was leaving.

But she pulled me in for a hug, saying “You too,” then when I was pressed up against that perfect tanned body, she heaved her hot breath into my ear and said, “Think about me some time…”

Oh I have… a lot.

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I'm looking for the best of the best. This hot little model did full on nudes for this photography studio, however everything I've seen of this gallery has been edited. I am looking for the password to this gallery, or a full on leak.

Picture related: She's the model. She's only posted one more from this set, but there are roughly 104 more photos behind that password. Please help! I would kill to see this set.

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what a sexy beauty. i love her smile beautiful skin. beautiful neck. oh please remove her green top any one can photo edit her please paste a cock jizzing on her

can someone help me edit this photo back to normal? will post moree pictures if delivered

posting this here due to popularity. see all the hidden pics in windows vista.every one ever edited. click my computer, choose operating system then users click 1 or the other, click app data, then local, then microsoft, then windows photo gallery, then original images and u will see all pics that were edited on your machine.. see what mom and sis are up to

Would anyone like any photo or video editing doing?

Feel free to send me a message!

POKETROCKET

i like to edit photos. here's one of a girl i know.

Can somone take this photo and cum on it then post it back???
Or edit a dick in there, or edit her head on a naked body??
And then tell me what you would do with her.

im looking for someone to cum tributes, x-rays or any editing please leave a message then ill attach photo ?

i confess that i've been staying at female relatives house while shes out of town and i've been naked the entire time here. when i jerk off it usually goes into her shampoo and conditioner bottles. i'm gonna say that there are about 10 loads in each one so far. ive even went in her mayo bottle once. ive came on her toothbrush and let it dry.
i cant find any of her dildos or panties. so im guessing she took those with her. ive jerked off onto a few of her utensils even. i sleep naked in her bed every night. ive jerked off with a pair of dirty socks i found and even used a few of her clean ones. i found a nice pair tall boots and came on those. found a lot of old photo albums and found a few picks of her at the beach and at a halloween party that ive used to jerk off.
i keep the windows open early in the morning when the sun comes up and stand in front of the window hoping a woman walks by. there was what i think is a 70 year old woman that walked by. she didnt notice. there are a few pictures of some very hot grandkids that i keep jerking to. theres one where there should be a nipple showing but i think they edited it out at the studio. id like to find the raw file of it.
i wore a few of her short dresses while jerking off. so far im having a great time but time is running short and im running out of ideas.

if anyone has any idea id like to hear them.

thanks.

Yeah so my step mom is such a dumb slut

(EDIT: photo removed by board admin TheFapmaster, child in view in photo)

I worked with a wedding photographer once, both as a 'second camera' and an editor. He'd use these high powered flashes - totally outdated as he was old - and what happened in this photo would happen at every wedding.

Basically, the dresses women would wear would seem totally normal in regular room light. Outside in sunlight you'd see a shadow of the body underneath it. BUT in the powerful camera flash it would be able to see right through them!

In the editing process I had to spend forever scanning every dance floor shot looking for the boob and pussy making an appearance. In the summer it was dozen of images a wedding. And since I was AT the wedding and got to know everyone where, it was incredibly hot seeing who the real sluts were. Hot MILFs not wearing panties, hot college things completely naked under their sun dresses.

Sadly, I didn't keep the photos we rejected. I always feared being caught. My bad.