Modeling for art classes can be a paradox. When I'm nude in a class, I always wish it could last longer, but when I'm in a long pose that keeps growing more and more uncomfortable, I wish the poses could be shorter. I was in one of those long poses, a standing one that was to last the entire three hour class, thinking that the clock was moving too slowly....
Prologue This is the story of how my best friend discovered that she is an exhibitionist, how I found out, and how I somehow ended up with near total control over her increasingly public nudity. And it all started with just one unexpected statement over dinner. * "We could model for each other. That could be fun." Those were not the words I expected to h...
The numbness starts in my toes and creeps up the length of my foot. Somewhere in my upper thigh or lower buttock, the weight of my body is pressing on and constricting the major veins and arteries carrying blood to and from my foot. But I don't move my leg or any other body part. My job is to stay still. I glance up from the base of the easel that I have bee...
Marion walked home quickly. Her heels tapping out a quick hammering beat on the sidewalk to match her racing heart. Her cheeks were flushed. Her breathing was quick and panting. But not from exertion. Her full breasts bounced in her sweater, rubbing against the soft wool, keeping time with her quick, urgent stride and the tapping of her heels on cement. A f...
Jennifer was single, studious and a very mature thirty two year old librarian who was currently studying history at a local college. Two months prior to this moment, Jennifer had responded to an advertisement, something she would never have seriously considered before, let alone admit to having any such desire for what it entailed. She had almost missed the...
Dammon in always on to be naked around his house and sleep that way for his nudity expresses how free and liberating. Even going outdoor he can feel the breeze blow on his skin as he walks with his thing swinging two and fro. They only clothing however he wold have is a robe,shorts,breifs boxers but most of the time he is naked. He usually answers the door t...
Nineteen year old Lilianne was an aspiring young artist. Always a studious bookworm, Lilly, as her friends called her, never had much time for boys. She had never dated a man, let alone been intimate with one. Her only exposure to nude men had been in online porn, and sex ed videos. Throughout her school years Lilly had fantisized about attractive young men...
In the middle of a busy, outdoor mall, a glass cube is unloaded from the back of a trailer. It measures ten feet in all dimensions. Outside of the metal frame and door handle, it's perfectly clear. Two men in white coats, serving as both medical professionals and security, escort the robed artist inside. The men soon exit with the robe, leaving the naked art...
"I'm going to hate this," I announced to Marisol while we quickly got dressed in the girls' locker room. We were the last two girls in there, having had to search for our clothes which had been hidden by some of the other girls as a practical joke. Marisol was on the verge of crying because she would most likely be late for her job. I wasn't taking the delay...
Husband drafted to be life model for art class, finds it's not that bad. Sometimes, you know, life really does imitate art. Or is that vice-versa? Anyway, freshly early-retired with a move to a college town in the East, I convinced my shy wife, Sharon, that we shouldn't be passive, but should dive right into the local scene. Reluctant at first, she knew I h...