Morgan Dayne

About a year after I completed college, a former photography classmate of mine invited me to assist her on a job on the island of St. Martin. Flying to St. Martin meant boarding a puddle jumper in San Juan, Puerto Rico for the short hop to this Virgin Isle paradise. As would have it, our flight from Miami to San Juan was delayed and we missed the last prop plane to our final destination.

As most of you flyers know, when an airline cannot make their connection a good deal of free stuff comes the way of the stranded passenger, including lodging and vouchers for food. Well the hotel that they put us up in that evening was right on a white sand beach, which I didn’t see until the following morning because the casino next to the dining room was bouncing with activity. Salsa activity.

Now this was the first time that I ever laid these eyes on Puerto Rican women, and as debatable as it always is, they were the most sexual girls I had ever met. Believe it or not, I had not seen another Puerto Rican woman for the following ten years, except the occasional model featured in either Stuff or Maxim magazines. And then she walked into our hilltop studio. She being the hyper sexually charged Morgan Dayne.

I believe all the boys on the Ranch had fallen for her at least once through out the day and it was her compliments toward us and that ability to pout her lips to get what she wanted. Morgan will get what she wants, even if for now it is just your attention.

Check out some preview BTS shots of our new little friend.

Peace,

Jp