By the time her knock fell upon my door, I had almost forgotten the model was coming. I am so easily distracted these days. I had retrieved the clay from the back closet and cut off an adequate piece, but then I realized the paintbrushes were still soaking and didn't want them to get soft, so I attended to them. Then there was a loud crash outside the window...
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...
Copyright ©, 2003: All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. * * * * * Two years ago, I celebrated my fortieth birthday alone. My husband, John, and I divorced after sixteen years. He claimed that I had become too dull, and he needed to explore new horiz...
It was going to be the first time Ella had posed nude and though it was for her art class and therefore appropriate she was still apprehensive as she waited. It wasn't as if she were a prude or that no one had seen her body it was just that no one had seen it for a while and she was aware as she followed Leslie, who had just finished her hour posing up on to...
Looking at the woman in front of her, Katelyn began to wonder if this whole thing was as good an idea as it had seemed when she and Theresa first planned it. While she was a full semester into her Fine Arts degree, her focus was in drawing and painting, not performance art. Her Midwestern background had not prepared her for what she was facing in attending h...
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...
While on a recent vacation I stopped by a local college to enquire about some history on the area I was visiting. Walking through the halls in search of the tourist office, I noticed a sign posted beside a classroom, It plainly said 'model required for art class'. I poked my head inside the door and saw an older man sitting behind a desk. I knocked on the do...
While on a recent vacation I stopped by a local college to enquire about some history on the area I was visiting. Walking through the halls in search of the tourist office, I noticed a sign posted beside a classroom, It plainly said 'model required for art class'. I poked my head inside the door and saw an older man sitting behind a desk. I knocked on the do...
Chapter 23 - A photo shoot in Huntington Hall A very eerie silence settled over the university once all the students had departed for the holidays. A couple of coffee shops in the student center remained open to serve the handful of students living off campus not traveling, but the dorm area was totally deserted. Even most of the RA's had left. A couple of...
This story is a companion piece to my story Brews & Brushes, which published a few days ago. This story is written in 1st person, from Faith's perspective, whereas Brews & Brushes was 3rd person primarily from the perspective of the husband, Larry. This story fills in a lot of the gaps from the first story and addresses many of the unknowns, giving you more...