Of course, during the week I eagerly awaited my next Saturday session with Angela and thought about it all the time. One day the phone rang and it was Angela calling. She sounded like she was in a panic and said that she was really worrying about not passing her upcoming final. "Well, you know I'll do whatever I can to help," I said. "I know," she said. "...
I wanted to model for the local college. I had done it once years before, and it was an interesting experience. I had recently lost some weight, and was in the best shape of my life, so I thought I'd show off. I told the art teacher I'd do it for free, I didn't need the money, it was just a good way for me to get out and experience life a little more. There...
She closed her eyes as she stepped on the scale, not wanting to see until it stopped changing. Slowly opening just one eyelid she peeked. The red digits glowed 125. "125! I'm 125? Holy shit!" Leaping up she fell backward off the scale and stumbled against the bathroom wall. The bath towel fell off and she looked at herself in the mirror. The body looking ba...
Harry's notes: hope you enjoy chapter 8. When you feel an unseen presence in the night sky, remember that it was born here. There is a summer poetry contest going on in the poetry feedback and discussion forum. Vote on all 5 semi final threads. One of them is mine. Silas decided on the bar for his meeting with Harry. Even how he arrived would determine...
A few months after the modeling adventure and the trip to Ted's place, Clarissa and I were relaxing and watching TV. There was a knock at the door and it was our neighbor Charlie. He was an art instructor, nearing retirement, and dropped by occasionally and we talked about a lot of things. He had seen the nudes of Clarissa I had taken in past years and I thi...
Sandi, the young, tattooed, college intern who worked at the reception desk, greeted us with a perky, "Hi Linda, Hi Eric," when we walked into the Art League office. "You're here early again." "Hi, Sandi. We just want to warm up and practice some new poses before everyone arrives. I hope that's OK," I replied. It was quarter past nine on Saturday morning, a...
Christina was rushed ... as usual ... running late ... as usual. She glanced again at the address she had been given. "Damn, it must be here somewhere." As she glanced in the rear view mirror, she could easily see the impending rain drawing closer and closer. Her hopes were to make it to the address before the rain caught up to her. Just as she turned onto...
The model, Kim, lay on the straw-strewn set, her cowboy hat balanced on the back of her blonde-tousled head. She smiled as she pulled the ribbon open on the front of her gingham and white-lace bra. The studio lights shone. Kim had always wanted to be a model, ever since she was a teenager. She would collect pictures of supermodels from her favourite magazine...
That morning, I picked up the phone and Abel, the photographer, was on the other end of the line. "I am working on a new collection of photos that centres on the nude body" He said. "I have been selected to represent the Cuban contribution to The International Exposition of Erotic Art that will take place very soon here in Havana City." He then added: "I n...
An hour into my first class as a nude art model, the instructor told me to get into a pose I could hold for 20 minutes. I was on a platform in the middle of the room with about ten students, two of them male, stood around me in a semicircle. I got down on my knees, put my forearms on the floor, and rested my head on my clasped hands. One of the men called ou...