Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Posing Nude – and Dripping Wet – for a Drawing Class

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: all links in this post are working)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "A couple of weeks ago, my roommate, the Cynic, told me that a guy who works in his office also runs a nude drawing class and is looking for models. They pay $50 for two and a half hours, he said. Would I be interested? My first thought was 'nah, not wo"

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

Posing Nude – and Dripping Wet – for a Drawing Class

by Pervertically Virtuous
A couple of weeks ago, my roommate, the Cynic, told me that a guy who works in his office also runs a nude drawing class and is looking for models. They pay $50 for two and a half hours, he said. Would I be interested?
[image added 2016 - original did not survive recovery]
My first thought was 'nah, not worth it'. If I wanted some extra cash, I could just do a pro-domme session for $200/hr, not $20/hr. But then I realized it might be an exciting experience. Exposing myself naked in front of people who would be staring at my body for a few hours trying to draw it, that sounded arousing. Were there any hot men in the class? Also, could I maybe get some of the drawings at the end? That alone would make it worth it. The Cynic didn't have an answer regarding the hot men, but said I would definitely get some drawings. OK, that sealed it.

I emailed the guy and made arrangements to show up in front of his studio the following week. I learned that you don't have to keep the same position for the whole 150 minutes as I had initially thought, but that instead there were going to be a bunch of 1, 2, 5, and 10 minute poses, followed by a couple of 15 and 20 minute ones. That sounded like even more fun.

The only challenge with that was that I'd have to come up with the poses. That was, I admit, a bit nerve-wrecking. How am I gonna come up with like 50 different poses?! What if I get all flustered and can't come up with one? Will I choose good ones? What are good ones?! I practiced a couple of poses to calm myself. Come on Z, how hard could it be?

That afternoon I showered, put on very light make-up, and walked over. Outside the studio I was greeted by two men: the guy I was expecting – the apparent owner of the art studio, and a guy I wasn't expecting - the guy who was actually running the class, who I happened to know because he had given me a ride to NYC several months earlier (courtesy of Craigslist Rideshare). Rideshare was very cute and I remember flirting heavily during that trip to NYC; unfortunately, there had been someone else in the car and we never took it beyond seducing glances, mildly suggestive hints, and a vague agreement to hang out sometime when back in Unitown. I hadn't seen him since, and was pleasantly surprised to see him then: There would be at least one hot man staring at my naked body. Off to a good start.

We walked up to the studio and in the few spare minutes before the rest of the class arrived, the two of them showed me some previous drawings to get a sense of the different pose possibilities. The shorter poses should be dynamic, the longer ones more relaxed. Straight lines (of shoulders, hips, etc) were bad, twisting was good. Sounded reasonable. Did I want some water? Yes. Did I want a robe? No. (What would I do with a robe while posing nude?!)

Two women and three more men showed up for the class. None of them attractive; one of them, a married father of two, turned out to be my old boss for a volunteering job I'd done a few years back. I had no idea he drew; he had no idea I modeled nude (well, I don't). A bit awkward, but not too bad.

It was time to start. I took off all my clothes and twisted my body in the first dynamic 1-min position that came to mind. The positions somehow came to me without too much sweating. It felt natural to just move my body through space. Sometimes I had to do a little bit of thinking, especially when deciding to switch from standing, to sitting, to laying down and back. Once or twice, I even felt the initial symptoms of panic at not knowing what to do next building up. But most of the time, it was easy, seamless, relaxed.

As I'd suspected, it was quite enjoyable. I like being naked and feel very comfortable in my body. I like being watched. I like pushing my body in new and challenging positions – rock climbing, surfing, snowboarding are all about that. I enjoyed the challenge of maintaining the succession of dynamic poses over 1, 2, and 5 minutes. I enjoyed being naked. I enjoyed having all these eyes staring at me intently, carefully dissecting every inch of my body.

I started to get aroused. I started placing myself into more and more sexual, open, revealing positions. Images of really raunchy, porn-like poses started running through my mind: bent over with my ass up in the air and my hands holding my ass cheeks spread wide; kneeling down with three fingers in my pussy and grabbing my tits with the other hand.

When it was time for the longer poses, I got into the most sexual position I thought I could get away with: I sat down leaning against the wall with my legs slightly open and my hands on my thighs, dangerously close to my crotch. It was totally a fuck-me pose. It brought my arousal to a whole new level.

With my pussy on display so openly, I got really wet. I wanted to open my legs farther and wider. I wanted to move my hands closer and start touching myself. I closed my eyes and pretended I was dozing off so that my legs would just naturally fall farther apart. I lifted one of my hands to scratch my nose for a second, and when I put it back down on my thigh I placed it even closer to my pussy. Close enough that my thumb touched my labia, and I would occasionally gently caress my clit with it. I knew my pussy was sopping wet, and I was wondering if some of it would drip on the floor. When the 15 minutes were over and I stood up, I noticed a little puddle of vaginal juices on the carpet. I smiled to myself and hoped nobody noticed. Not that I would've minded if they did.

The next pose had me sitting on a chair facing away from the group. The dirty image compilation continued to run through my head: sitting on the chair with my legs spread wide; bending over leaned against the wall with my hand forcefully clutching my labia... 15 minutes later there was another puddle of my pussy fluids on the chair. I wiped it off as I got up. I wondered if this happened to other female nude models. I had heard of male nude models getting erections, but not of female models leaving pools of their love-liquor on the floor. They probably do, they just don't talk about it. Right? Right?

After we were done and I'd gotten some drawings, Rideshare and a few others went to the local bar for a drink. I decided to join, mostly because I was horny and intent on fucking the Painter. I had a feeling he was hoping for the same, and if he wasn't, I was sure he could be persuaded. On the ride there I told him how aroused I had been. He told me I was much more outward-oriented than other models he'd worked with, as if reaching out to the viewers, interacting with them. Other models apparently tended to be more reserved, more inside their bodies. One of the other artists summed it well when we got to the bar: "Some models just do the classic positions [whatever that meant], others do yoga poses, but you were more sexual, you added a sexual twist to the positions."

They called the pose with the spread legs 'brave'. I didn't think it was brave; it was inescapable. My body didn't really have a choice but portray who I am – an easily aroused, highly sexual being; a horny slut, if you so prefer.

We chatted for a while. I asked if they ever drew men, and was very unpleasantly surprised to hear that they didn't. Rideshare said he didn't really like drawing men; the owner of the studio went further - he didn't want any naked men in his studio. He said he wouldn't sit on chair where a naked man sat, that after 2 ½ hours of posing the whole studio would start smelling of balls. I couldn't believe my ears. Such brazen homophobia, or androphobia, discrimination. He called it 'territorial'. Call it what you want, it's still intolerant and sexist. I was considering posing nude for them again, but hearing that changed my mind. They won't be seeing my naked ass around there again.

That put a bit of a damper on my excitement, but I was determined not to let it ruin my night altogether. I had to get fucked. I got up and sat next to the Painter. I put my hand on his thigh and whispered in his ear that it was time to split. He got the message.

We walked back to my house and got down to business right away. I was so horny – I had been so horny for hours – that I couldn't wait. I couldn't kiss him because he had a cold, but he made up for it by enjoying my body immensely. He just kept marveling at me, saying how sexy I was, how he couldn't stop looking at me and my pussy during the drawing session, how he had wanted to fuck me right there in front of everyone, how he had wanted to do this since he gave me that ride a few months back... He had a very dreamy aura about himself, like he was high on pot at all times, although he wasn't... It was endearing. Cute.

He was cute in general. Not too tall, with an adorable boyish face. Only the occasional grey hair in his otherwise charcoal black curly hair revealed his age was closer to 40. His body was in acceptable shape: There was no 6-pack, but the outlines of a 4-pack were still discernible. His cock was not very long, maybe 5'', but with decent girth and oh so hard. It was definitely going to do.

I was still dripping wet and it took no time to bring me to several orgasms while he fucked me from behind. He liked to pull on my hair. It was interesting to see someone who looked so sweet trying to be dominant in bed. It was kinda hot and I went along with it. He came all over my back and left soon after. I had a feeling this was not the last time I'd see him...


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Pervertically Virtuous | May 24, 2013 at 10:56 am | Tags: art, courage, exhibitionism, horny, nudity, Rideshare, sex | Categories: Casual sex, Sex Stories 

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