My Experiences as a Figure Model
When I was a lot younger I used to be quite self-conscious about my body. I particularly was embarrassed about having a fat butt. Most mens pants never fit well, particularly in the seat and tummy, and I eventually discovered womens clothes fit better. To make matters even more confusing, I started wearing lingerie when I was 12 or so. It seemed to confirm and acknowledge my effeminate body. I have spent hundreds of hours primping and posing nude in front of myself. Oh, and did I mention I particularly loved wearing corsets or waist cinchers?
So never in a million years would I think of becoming a figure model. Right. Lol. Yet emotionally I probably always wanted the thrill of exposing my nude body in front of 25 or so art students. I have modeled dozens of times. Now you are probably wondering whether I ever got hard. Nope! Not once because I knew it was 1. Not appropriate. 2. Because posing involves work. And 3. Simply didn't have the urge. Admittedly I did get wet once when I posed sitting on a stool. During the latter stages of modeling you usually did your last pose seated. The instructor had handed me a stool having a really small seat. I knew as soon as I sat down, my ass would take it over. I also knew from the back my body must have looked like Ingre's Violin by Man Ray. This pose was for twenty minutes, so I gave it my best shot, so to speak, and placed my hands at my waist as I sat naked. It was as though I was telling and showing everyone, "Yes, here is my nude body. Isn't my big, fat, juicy ass just yummy?" Anyway, doing this pose made me feel--and judging by the drawings look--feminine. I felt so soft, curvy, flabby and exposed. Soon enough I found myself getting wet from my exhibition. Fortunately I was able to tuck my little cock between my legs a little to wipe any of the moisture away. At least I didn't think anyone noticed. Really, all they were doing was trying to rendure their interpretation of what my naked body looked like. Well, when this was all going on, I found myself having a little difficulty maintaining my seat. It was just too small for my butt! And I found that in order to hold more still I really had to arch my lower back out and protrude my ass even more! Hey, while I'm at it, I might as well acknowledge I enjoy flaunting my butt! And I felt so sexy and girlie in this pose. "Ain't I just so chubby and fem? Ain't I just the fat-assed slut!" If I was able to, I would have loved to give my ass a nice slap.
Once, the instructor wanted me to grab a rope that was hanging from the rafters. I was able to barely grab it, and I had to strain because the rope was so high. I had to hold still, of course, as this was going to be a pose, yet I found it was a bit difficult, and as I tried to hold that rope, my body struggled a lot. I knew this image of me drew attention to the fact I am not particularly athletic. It was also a rather awkward pose anyway, and seeing me struggle, naked in front of everyone, showing all how little my upper body strength was and generally how narrow my upper body was. It reminded me of my failure doing ropes in school. I think I was able to go just a quarter-of-the-way, and it was embarrassing! Holding on to that rope, with my struggling arms above my head must have been a sight. I felt and must have looked so uncoordinated. Yet throughout this I felt erotically submissive.
I can recall almost tripping when I first struck another pose. I remember someone asked if I was OK, and I felt self-conscious and just smiled, saying I am just a natural klutz. The students and teacher laughed. It was a form of self-deprecation, and coupled with the fact that I was naked made me feel even more esposed. Yet I thought my remark was quirky and fun--not unlike working as a figure model. Hey, if I am letting people see me, with all my naughty bits, I might as well make light of it!
Once, when I was having lunch with my dad at a restaurant (he didn't know I modeled as an occasional life model), our waitress looked at me and said, "Didn't you model at an art class?" Of course I had to deny it, but the waitress must have realized my discretion, because she smiled and I think she knew it was I. "Oh, yes, I'll have the eggs, and do you remember seeing my naked body a while back? You saw everthing, didn't you--including all the freckles, the saddle-bags, etc., etc. Plus--and I'll have the eggs scrambled--I had a droopy, fleshy body, didn't I? I think the instuctor did mention fleshy in describing me. I also remember knowing so many had seen me naked. It's was such a rush. I'll have coffee too."
So never in a million years would I think of becoming a figure model. Right. Lol. Yet emotionally I probably always wanted the thrill of exposing my nude body in front of 25 or so art students. I have modeled dozens of times. Now you are probably wondering whether I ever got hard. Nope! Not once because I knew it was 1. Not appropriate. 2. Because posing involves work. And 3. Simply didn't have the urge. Admittedly I did get wet once when I posed sitting on a stool. During the latter stages of modeling you usually did your last pose seated. The instructor had handed me a stool having a really small seat. I knew as soon as I sat down, my ass would take it over. I also knew from the back my body must have looked like Ingre's Violin by Man Ray. This pose was for twenty minutes, so I gave it my best shot, so to speak, and placed my hands at my waist as I sat naked. It was as though I was telling and showing everyone, "Yes, here is my nude body. Isn't my big, fat, juicy ass just yummy?" Anyway, doing this pose made me feel--and judging by the drawings look--feminine. I felt so soft, curvy, flabby and exposed. Soon enough I found myself getting wet from my exhibition. Fortunately I was able to tuck my little cock between my legs a little to wipe any of the moisture away. At least I didn't think anyone noticed. Really, all they were doing was trying to rendure their interpretation of what my naked body looked like. Well, when this was all going on, I found myself having a little difficulty maintaining my seat. It was just too small for my butt! And I found that in order to hold more still I really had to arch my lower back out and protrude my ass even more! Hey, while I'm at it, I might as well acknowledge I enjoy flaunting my butt! And I felt so sexy and girlie in this pose. "Ain't I just so chubby and fem? Ain't I just the fat-assed slut!" If I was able to, I would have loved to give my ass a nice slap.
Once, the instructor wanted me to grab a rope that was hanging from the rafters. I was able to barely grab it, and I had to strain because the rope was so high. I had to hold still, of course, as this was going to be a pose, yet I found it was a bit difficult, and as I tried to hold that rope, my body struggled a lot. I knew this image of me drew attention to the fact I am not particularly athletic. It was also a rather awkward pose anyway, and seeing me struggle, naked in front of everyone, showing all how little my upper body strength was and generally how narrow my upper body was. It reminded me of my failure doing ropes in school. I think I was able to go just a quarter-of-the-way, and it was embarrassing! Holding on to that rope, with my struggling arms above my head must have been a sight. I felt and must have looked so uncoordinated. Yet throughout this I felt erotically submissive.
I can recall almost tripping when I first struck another pose. I remember someone asked if I was OK, and I felt self-conscious and just smiled, saying I am just a natural klutz. The students and teacher laughed. It was a form of self-deprecation, and coupled with the fact that I was naked made me feel even more esposed. Yet I thought my remark was quirky and fun--not unlike working as a figure model. Hey, if I am letting people see me, with all my naughty bits, I might as well make light of it!
Once, when I was having lunch with my dad at a restaurant (he didn't know I modeled as an occasional life model), our waitress looked at me and said, "Didn't you model at an art class?" Of course I had to deny it, but the waitress must have realized my discretion, because she smiled and I think she knew it was I. "Oh, yes, I'll have the eggs, and do you remember seeing my naked body a while back? You saw everthing, didn't you--including all the freckles, the saddle-bags, etc., etc. Plus--and I'll have the eggs scrambled--I had a droopy, fleshy body, didn't I? I think the instuctor did mention fleshy in describing me. I also remember knowing so many had seen me naked. It's was such a rush. I'll have coffee too."
6 years ago