Would you pose nude?

Every gott damn day I pose nude. In front of the mirror, my rippling muscles rise up to greet me in a symphony of beauty. Sweat dripping from my masculine nipples, I bask in the glory that is reflected from my own sheen; an oroborous of beauty and arousal; a feast of ejaculatory delight.

Yep. I'm an artist, so I use myself a lot as a reference and sometimes that involves nudity. I just did my first full cameo in a painting. I didn't think anyone would really notice since it's just off to the side and not really part of the main focus, but nope. People noticed. I'm over it. I don't know if being an artist has anything to do with me not having a problem with me being nude, or others. I guess when you sit in figure drawing class drawing every form possible, you get used to it. But the one thing that never gets old is the look of confidence that the model seems to have when they're being drawn. I always love that. Even if it's just a face drawing, or a full nude pose, I love seeing that look. It's different for everyone. Some are shy, some surprised, some soft, some bold, some even randy! It doesn't happen every time, but I'd say 80%. So I would totally go for it!

dude go and write a porno

Finished! Should I PM it to you or post here?

Once upon a time, a timid and shy lad was desperate to escape the fields of his native Iowa. He realized that, opportunities being so limited in his home town, the only way he could ever see the bright lights and big cities of the world would be to join the military.

He first knew that he was different when he underwent his pre-enlistment physical inspection. As he disrobed for the physician, the room was filled with a light as golden and warm as the fields of corn among which he matured. The physician looked on in awe, jaw agape.

It was then that he realized nude portraiture was his raison d'être; the cream filling for his twinkie; the irrigation for his spiritual crop.

In boot camp, he honed his body to razor-sharp beauty at the cruel urgings of his drill sergeant. Long nights at the barracks with humiliating but strangely pleasing episodes of hazing blended into long days on the ships of his early assignments.

As a wave of war swept the world, he earned more than his share of decorations as well as a host of scars that gradually began to mute and supress his early dreams of posing nude.

When finally he returned to the civilian world, hollowed out, emotionless, and cruel, he had no aim, no direction. All he could think to do was migrate toward the burgeoning arts scene in Chelsea.

There, under the hot lights of the artist's podium, his terrible memories of war and cruelty melted away into a calm, zen existence. He had resigned himself entirely to becoming an exploitable object with naught but aesthetic value.



[I left plenty of opportunities for the sex scenes which obviously you can fill in as you wish.]

Oh, also, on a serious note, I have posed nude. It was not a positive experience. I was told lies. I still remember the fellows name and I look forward to bumping into him again one day.