In a sleep rough voice, Alex answers her ringing telephone, "Yes?" "Alex Reardon, please," the female caller asks. Not caring to offend the caller, Alex does not clear her throat, although the temptation to do so is great. "Yes, may I help you?" "I am calling for confirmation of the 10:30 appointment with Mr. Aeolus P. Cerigo." "Yes, I can confirm that t...
I knew as soon as she walked into my studio that something was wrong. Of all the nude models I had hired over the previous couple of years, Amy was the most outgoing and good-natured. Always happy – even though starting at seven o'clock in the morning is something that some models don't cope with at all well – Amy would usually spend the first half an hour...
Adam sat at an outside table, a newspaper in front of him, waiting to see which one of the café's staff would bring out his coffee and a vanilla slice, the last piece for the day. Sara came out, her young body fresh, appetising. She always flirted with Adam; a country girl down south from Queensland who'd moved away from her family, Adam didn't know why and...
Charcoal is the thing for nudes. If it's done well, nothing else quite captures the form and grace, and the startling eroticism. But it's all or nothing with charcoal - each sweeping line is definitive and can't be undone. I don't really have the skill, so I make do with pencil and a sneaky rubber to correct some of the wilder mistakes. But you still need co...
Stepping up to you I press you down into a chair, kissing you with a flick of my tongue against your lips. Smiling I draw away, my hands sliding down your chest to your thighs, fingers pressing inward to part them as I step between. Kneeling down I draw your shirt up slowly, leaning in to trail a line up your stomach with my tongue to the bottom of your nava...
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...
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...
I was going through some piles of junk a few months back when I came upon a drawing that my mother had made of a nude young man. I had known that my mother had an interest in art but had never seen any of her work. I had asked her a couple of times to show me some of her sketches, but she had always demurred, claiming that she wasn't very good and that it wo...
I knew she was a new model by the way she took off her clothes. She untied her robe with a quiet determination; chin high, eyes fixed on something on the other side of the room. She did not look at us when the robe fell to her bare feet. As she stood naked before 20 senior art students she looked only at our professor, calmly asking him what she should do....
Julie walked into the antique shop, she had seen a drawing in the window she felt draw too, a man of about 60 moved forward as she approached the counter. "Can I help you mam"? "It's the drawing in the front window, can I have a closer look please"? "I'll get my son to serve you ,he knows more about it". The old man shuffled away to be replaced by a youn...