Have you ever posed nude for artists/photographers?

In my late teens when I was in shape, yes. My Aunt was a painter and a teacher. I would model for her and her classes.

It is hard work and you need not only toned muscles but the core strength to hold a pose.

It did pay well for a second job.

During the summer between high school and college, I took a beginning drawing class at a community art center. For the most part, we drew still life. However, the final two classes were life drawing.

The model was already in her robe when I got to class. She chatted with the teacher as the students arrived. When we got started, I was in awe at how comfortable she was disrobing and posing for us.

We had the same model at the final class later that week. While we were taking a break, she walked around to look at the drawings. She complemented one of mine. I thanked her. Feeling like I should make polite conversation, I asked how she'd started modeling.

She said that she was an artist, and started modeling to make a little extra money on the side. The teacher happened to over hear our conversation. She said that they're always looking for new models for the weekly life drawing session.

I didn't respond, but while we were cleaning up at the end of class the teacher came over. She said I'd done well in the class, and that I should check out the weekly session if I wanted to keep practicing.

So, I started going to the weekly drawing session. They were in the evening at the art center. People attended on a drop in basis. There was no instruction, but the teacher that had taught my class ran the sessions.

After a few sessions, the teacher came over to look at my drawings. She gave me a few pointers, then asked if I was still thinking about modelling. I admitted that I wasn't sure I could keep things under control physically. She smiled, and said she could arrange for a few artists to stick around after the next session, so I could give it a try. To my own surprise, I agreed.

The next week, most of the attendees left at the end of the session. Myself, the teacher, the model that had posed for our class, and another man and woman stayed behind. The teacher asked if I was ready. I told her I hadn't brought a robe. She said that was okay, and that I could change in the kitchen area.

I got undressed, and walked back out to the studio. The teacher guided me through a few short poses, then some longer seated poses. She had me do a standing pose next. Feeling completely exposed, I start to get aroused. By the end of the pose, I was completely erect.

We took a short break. I didn't have any way to cover myself, so I remained naked. Next, the teacher had me do a few more medium length poses. I willed my penis to cooperate, but it had a mind of it's own and remained hard.

During the next break, the teacher asked if I wanted to see some of the drawings. I walked around politely, not sure if I should cover myself. Without exception, they'd all drawn my erection. She asked if I was up for one more pose. I nodded.

The teacher turned to the model and asked if she was up for a duo pose. She said it might help to have some extra guidance, and added that they so rarely have the opportunity to draw two models together. The model agreed. She went into the kitchen area and rejoined us nude.

I got onto the model stand with her, and she posed us. We stayed in that position for about 20 minutes. By the end, my limbs were shaking. Focusing on staying still finally made my erection subside.

After the pose, we went back to the kitchen and got dressed. I gathered my things from the studio. I was embarrassed about my performance. The teacher walked over to me. She said I might not be ready for the general classes, but that I was always welcome to volunteer for some of the instructors if I wanted more practice. Turned out the other two people that stayed behind also taught at the school. I apologized for my arousal. She said it was quite all right. They don't often get to draw more primal poses.

I posed for them a number of times after that and later for the regular classes.

Not sure this belongs here or not but I often wonder if any of you ladies have posted a nude picture online and if there have been responses to it. With the hundreds of identifiable women pictured on sites like this, I’d like to hear stories about what others thought of them. Do they ever cause trouble for anyone? Do you get comments you like and/or don’t like?

It seems to me a ‘Miss America’ lost her title a few years ago because some nude pictures of her were found online. I’d like to hear about experiences members here have had.

It seems to me a ‘Miss America’ lost her title a few years ago because some nude pictures of her were found online.

Now that must be as hypocritally ironic as can be.

I've answered this before (post #22) but I'm feeling a bit raunchy tonight, so here's a re-telling. (CMNM reminiscence okay, I trust.) What follows is fairly explicit.

I had met an older guy named Ray - I was in my twenties - who invited me to his house in the country to stay with him overnight. He had kindly first taken me in his car to see the sights of the town. (I don't know if that counts as a kind of fore-play. It did have an element of building up to something. Possibly Ray may have mentioned how that evening he intended to photograph me …) Come the evening, he didn't waste much time. He took out the reflex camera with its flashgun and set it up on a tripod. Then he asked me - still dressed - to pose for a portrait shot or two. But it didn't stop there. With a comment like, ‘Let’s keep going …', he suggested that I now take my clothes off. (Btw, I was of slender build, with dark hair - though not too much on my body. Also, I was still very much a learner'.) I don't think I hesitated much. Not only was the suggestion flattering somehow, but by now I had grown to trust this older man - we already had a minimal relationship (or a bit more than minimal) - and I had begun to feel that the suggestion had exciting possibilities. In such circumstances, your body tells you to follow your urges …

Well, the outcome was that I posed for several nude photos that evening. Being inexperienced, I may not have offered my own suggestions for poses as Ray had hoped I would. Even so, he got several pictures of me in my nakedness: with my back turned, then in profile, and, finally, as they say, ‘full frontal’. Am not sure that I actually got a full erection but certainly one wasn't far away, and so you could tell that I was interested … What Ray didn't ask of me were any extra-explicit poses like bending over and baring my anus. If he had, I don't suppose that I would have disobeyed him, though.

- Ken

A few years ago my sister in law and i were going to have nudes taken of us while we still in our eyes looked good before we got to old , i so regret not doing this as is she

I have done both, shot nude females and being shot by another photographer

Never professionally, but my dad was an amateur artist working in oil or plaster. Like my sisters and mom before me, I modeled on several occasions. I was 4 or 5 the first time. I was posed as a (naked) cherub crouched down and peering into a pool of water. The reality was me naked crouched down on a drop cloth playing with my new Etch-a-Sketch (maybe I was paid after all). The result may have had my body but not my face. Then when I was 11(ish), I modeled standing with a staff (closet rod). I wore a loin-cloth for that). The sculpture was of a nude, bored shepherd boy leaning against his staff looking out across his flock. Again it wasn't my face but it was my body. My last time modelling was for a bust of me at age 17. Just shirtless for that one. It was his only sculpture with my likeness.

Looks like most of my boyfriends had been secretly artists. Blushes.

I have never had the opportunity, but reading through these experiences I think I might like it. Probably should loose some weight or the artwork won't be very appealing.

Some advice: If the only thing that’s preventing you from posing is you think you’re too fat, or not toned enough or something along those lines – do it anyway. Most of us suffer from some form of body dysmorphia. Hell, when I was in my 20’s and 120 pounds I thought I was fat. From the perspective of age and more pounds, I look back on that and ask ‘what the HELL was I thinking?’

Take the photos. You’ll regret it if you don’t.

By all means be careful of how and to whom you share them, but do it for yourself. If you’re using a pro to take them ensure you retain the rights to the photos. Don’t sign a blanket model release unless you want them to have rights as to how they’re shared and if he/she makes you then find another photographer. If the photog is going to retain ownership of the work then you should be getting something out of the deal – like the sitting should be free and/or you should get paid. If a friend is taking them for you, make sure it’s your camera and/or you’re retaining the media.

Did it haunt Miss America as was pointed out in this thread? Sure, she was ‘stripped of her crown’ but she’s currently a working actress making bank so did it REALLY hurt her?

Re: @nurse_phillips - I agree with everything she said, but will add one more caveat: take the photos with a CAMERA, NOT a cell phone! Photos on your cell phone can instantly relayed to the cloud, and thus are out there for any internet savvy hacker to get hold of them. This caveat extends to modern Bluetooth &/or WiFi connected DSLR's.

add one more caveat: take the photos with a CAMERA, NOT a cell phone!

and also because cellphones take crappy photos compared to a real honest-to-goodness camera …

Never have, but sounds thrilling

First — The human body is a wonderful thing of beauty. It does not matter if it is the female body or the male body. All of us have beauty in our bodies. Those of us who want to show it should be able to do just that. However, it should be done in a tasteful way and not be just for sex. Sex has its place in the bedroom. We can talk about it, we can do it, but do not say that you do not like it. That does not mean that we all have to pose nude. If you want to do it, do it – if you do not want to do it, do not do it.

Second, as for me, as I have said before, I will not pose nude for any photo that shows my head from the front. The only photos of me that have ever been taken of me nude showing a frontal view are ones that others may have taken while I have a paper bag over my head. I have taken some with my own camera that show a frontal view and so I can see the camera as the picture is taken and know what it is doing, after the picture has been taken, I have edited out my head so that it does not show by copy/pasting something its place. You will never see a photo of me nude that shows my head. If you want to see a full frontal view of me nude, you will have to see me in person nude. Now as for a rear view, OKAY, you can see my entire body and the back of my head.

One more thing — Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, What one person thinks is the best looking male or female in the World, another will think is the ugliest male or female in the World. On the other hand what one thinks is the ugliest looking male or female in the World, another will think is the most good looking male or female in the world. Do not judge anyone by their looks.

When I met my wife in college I was a dual major in Computer Science and Art. In our second semester together I was taking a life drawing class and they could not find any models. The professor tried to talk someone in the class to model, but no one was interested. He said if we couldn’t find a model they would cancel the class. For the first two classes we took turns modeling with our clothes on.

My girl friend was very shy and prudish when we met, but we had gone to a hot springs where everyone was nude, so she got nude also. She was very nervous at first but we had a great time with everyone there and she really enjoyed being nude outside.

We skinny dipped a few times in the local river, but no one was around to see us. But it made her start to enjoy being naked outside.

I was shocked that she agreed to it, but I talked her into posing for my life class. I think she was trying to impress me with how wild she could be. Because the truth was that she was anything but wild.

But she agreed to do it. She met with the professor and he reassured her that it would not be embarrassing.

She only had the weekend to think about it. She met the professor on Friday and the next class was Monday.

She never asked about the makeup of the class, so I didn’t tell her that is was 8 males. And one of them, Andrew, we both worked with on the Literary Magazine for the college. She hated him. He was just kind of a jerk. No one really liked him, but she really disliked him a lot.

I decided I had to tell her or she might hate me, so on Monday morning I told her that he was in the class. She just stared at me and finally said, “oh well. Lots of people have seen me nude.”

I think she was talking about the hot springs where six people had seen her nude. But she felt brave and as I said wanted to show me how bold she was.

At the time she was 19 and I was 33.

I didn’t see her until the class started. I was so aroused all morning.

We were all at our easels waiting and talking about the class. The professor told us he had found a model who would be right out. The general discussion was concerning who would be our model. Most of the men figured it would not be anyone very attractive. They were sure it would be a local. Probably an older woman or a man.

So everyone was exuberant when my adorable girl friend walked out in her robe.

She looked terrified. She found me in the room and looked at me the whole time she was walking out and getting onto the platform.

Something I hadn’t known was that one of the men in the class had asked her out when she was a freshman several times. Once she went to get coffee with him between classes, but never went on a date with him, and he finally just gave up on her.

So she got on the platform and started untying her robe and looked around the room for the first time and saw this guy.

She was facing him directly and had her gown almost open. When she realized who he was she was just starting to pull the robe open. I saw her face change as she recognized him, and in an instant she turned around while taking the robe off.

She told me she was just panicked to realize she was taking her robe off in front of him. So she thought at least turning around would make it less embarrassing.

Although it didn’t. His first sight of her body was her amazing bottom. And, when she turned around she was now facing Andrew. She had the robe completely off before she recognized him.

For several awkward seconds she just stood there nude with her robe in her hand staring at him.

Finally she slowly set the robe down.

She looked catatonic. She was completely expressionless. Her whole body was beet red with embarrassment and she was all splotchy. Also something that happens when she is embarrassed.

By the time the class ended everyone had seen all there was to see of her. It was amazing.

It was 20 years ago and the memory is as sharp as if it happened yesterday.

It's been about 20 years, but I think I'm about to take my clothes off for a group of artists again. I wrote about my college experience in post 44.

I was at a craft fair a couple of weeks ago and was perusing some work at the table staffed by the local artists' cooperative - some pretty good works and some not-so-good. I talked with one artist - a woman of about 40 with salt-and-pepper hair pulled back into a ponytail (Diane). I was looking at a variety of pencil and charcoal pieces - studies of hands of all things. She started to explain what i was looking at (in rather elementary terms) so mentioned that back in college i spent a lot of time in the art studio as a model life drawing model.

One thing led to another and she invited me to visit the co-op the next day. I did, got a tour, met some artists, looked at some pieces, etc., and noticed some nude figure studies - some very rough and some quite good. Diane noticed and said that they did an open life drawing night with various models (some nude) twice a month and asked if I'd like to come the next class. I said that I thought that my modeling days were long over and she said “nonsense - models come in all shapes, sizes, and ages.” Then she invited me again, just to observe, not model, and judge my level of comfort.

So I went to the next class. There were 13 artists, plus Diane. Eleven of the thirteen were women ranging in age from mid-twenties to probably late-sixties, and from about 120 pounds to well over 300. The two men were both in their late 60s. Diane introduced me and said that while I had done some modeling in college, I was just there to observe. They all welcomed me and we all made small talk.

The studio was set up with a studio couch in the center with chairs When, easels, and donkeys in a circle around it. When it came time to start, Diane walked around with a glass bowl to each artist. Some dropped a folded piece of paper in and some did not - all told probably fewer than half did. She the came to me and asked me to draw a slip. So I did and handed to to Diane who said that this was usually how they selected a model - artists didn't have to put their names in - but that many had worked as models before and all were committed to the artistic process. She then looked at the paper I handed her and took a deep breath and said that this was the only fair way. She then told the folks to get ready, looked at me and told me to make myself comfortable and excused herself. 5 minutes later she came out of the bathroom in a robe and stood th the middle of the room, announced that they'd start with a series of short gesture poses to warm up before starting with longer poses. She asked on of the men to manage the clock, dropped her robe and went into a series of 15 and 30 second poses, followed by a couple of 1 and 2 minute poses. At this point she put her robe on and took a break. When she came back she did one 5 minute pose and then the group took a break - some continued to work on their pieces while others engaged in small talk and nibbled refreshments. (One note on Diane and her gestures and poses - she is maybe 5'4" or 5'5" and maybe 120-125 pounds. She is rail thin - her ribs, spine, and hip bones protruding through her skin. Most of her excess weight is carried in her butt. She has small breasts and a full 1970s bush of black pubic hair and tufts of black hair in her armpits. She was very graceful in her poses, hinting at perhaps a history as a dancer.)

When Diane came back to the group (fully clothed) she called everyone back and drew another name from the bowl. This time it was a young lady in her early thirties and a member of the 200 pound club. She went into the restroom and about 10 minutes later she came out with a ridiculous amount of eye shadow and bright red lipstick on. She dropped her robe and posed with a long paisley scarf. She did a couple of 1 minute poses and then did a 15 minute reclining pose on the studio couch. When the gentleman called time, she put her robe back on and went to get dressed. The artists finished up their work and packed their gear. Several stopped and thanked me for coming, and some expressed hope that I would consider coming back at some future date to model for the class.

Throughout the second part of the class, Diane had been busy with her own art. But after class she offered me a cup of very bad coffee and asked me what I thought. She said that their models clearly came in all shapes and sizes. I complemented the group in general and said that her poses embodied a certain grace that was art in itself. She thanked me and asked if I'd consider posing for the class sometime. Before I could answer she said that when they were able to get an outside model to come in that the class all pitched in some money - she said that the amount would vary based on the number of artists.

I told her that I'd truly consider it and let her know. The next class is tomorrow night (Thursday). Right now, I'm thinking I'll go. I'm not in the same shape that I was in college, maybe 12-15 pounds heavier, but I still work out. I'll let you know how it goes.

-Edit: a more detailed account of this story here: https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=blog;ox=showpage;pg=6449

So I went to the artist co-op last night to renew my modeling career… and it was a blast. I had posted earlier about my college modeling career, and that it wasn't necessarily erotic and was more like work. Well, now 20ish years later - and after discovering my fetish - I have to change my tune. This time around it was thrilling, empowering, a little erotic, a touch embarrassing, and 100% terrific. I'll post a detailed account in my blog and come back here to provide a link.

Bottom line, the artists were cool. There were 11 present - only one man in his late 60s. Like last time they did two sessions with a break in between. I modeled for both sessions. They meet twice a month and invited me back for the second session in September. Diane was very supportive and ran a great session. She suggested that if I was interested, there were already folks asking if I'd consider sitting for a dedicated long session (as opposed to the open session). Not to appear too eager, I said that I'd think about it, but that i wasn't sure how much time I'd have. Diane assured me that I could set my fee (the open drawing sessions “passed the hat” for contributions - the 11 folks there pitched in $72 last night, which I donated to the co-op).

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Edit: Here's the link to the detailed account of the evening: https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=blog;ox=showpage;pg=6450

Not exactly for art, but I have posed for nude photographs. This was a couple years ago, I was about 30. Responded to an online ad for a guy in his mid 50s who wanted to “Photograph you penis.” I like showing off and being inspected, so I contacted him. We chatted for a while over email, and I sent him him nude pics and he did the same. Also sent me some sample pics of other guys he's photographed (none of any of these included face).

So we decided to meet. He told me to take a shower and remain in my towel while he came over. I met him at the door and led him to my bedroom. He began taking pics of me in my towel, all while complimenting my body. He had me slowly start lowering the towel and revealing my pubes. My penis was already fully erect at this point.

The towel came off, and he spent 5-10 min photographing, inspecting, and complimenting my penis. He took photos from all angles, some while touching me like a doctor would during an exam. “ Oh what a beautiful penis. Look at that. Such a strong erection. Lovely purple head.” Etc etc. I was so turned on by all this attention.

He asked if he could finish me with a handjob, which I agreed to. He sent me a couple dozen of these pics, some I have uploaded here. Willing to share others too if interested

I never have, but it is something I'm curious to try. I'd prefer it to be a one on one session the first time though as I think I would be to nervous in a group setting.

I was asked to pose professionally by a famous photographer of male erotic nudes. i was so flattered because i had several of his books and he photographs such beautiful men that i could not imagine why he asked me. in any case i said yes fast, before he changed my mind. he said he saw a nude pic of me online with one of his large framed photos of a nude man in the background and he wanted to reach out to me. he found out who i was through a mutual friend.

The first time i went to his studio to shoot was amazing. i was excited, horny and nervous but i have no problem getting out of my clothes and he started by taking pics of me stripping. i spent the next four hours having my picture taken in every possible way. indoors and out, in gear and spread nude, tied to a cross blindfolded and sitting in a chair with his hairy handsome masturbating me. it was really exciting and he made me cum four times!

though i have loads of fun taking pics and on cam before and since, there has never been anything more exciting or erotic than being nude, erect and directed by a professional for him and his camera.

Yes and no.

The first time - no, but it was just as intimidating. My first job after leaving school at 16 was to work in a local clothing factory. I hated it as we were on piece work (you do not get a fixed rate, you only get paid for the “pieces” to make) so everyone worked. They asked for models and I got paid I think a pound a day extra and it got me off the shop floor. We did not do professional catalogue modeling, just “in house” stuff to show off our clothing to the designers and buyers. It seemed strange being on the cat walk, the centre of attention and having pictures taken.

The thing that did initially throw me was modelling the underwear & swimwear. There were only 2 of us (she was 30 odd) that would do it and I admit I was nervous walking about in my bra and knickers in front of the people that I worked with (the apprentice saw so much of me). Dresses and that sort of thing were visual only, but when you wore the underwear for the designers to check out they really pawed you, and expected that you change underwear in front of them to save time.

As a single mum unable to work long hours, I did still life modelling still life (nude) at the local college as apart from the money I could take my daughter with me and she would sleep through it. Like with the factory work, it was intimating being the centre of attraction and having a tummy bump made me even more embarrassed especial.

About 10 years ago i was talking with my sister-in-law about this and we were going to have nude photos done by a well known fashion photographer , my sister-in-law is a well known fashion designer , we were going to do this so we could look back when we got older because 10 years ago we were still pretty hot and sexy and I talked to her about this last week and we are both kicking ourselves that we didn't do it

Back in the 1970s, when I was a teenager I posed naked for a boy friend I had back then. Of course,back then, he had to develop and print all his pictures himself in black and white. Nothing very remarkable about this story apart from the fact that he went on to be a professional photographer and worked in filming as well. He worked for the BBC but did a lot of freelance. Up to about 10 years now I would often see his name on the credits for wild life photography. I always think its a shame that he did not sign any of the pictures that he took of me as they might be worth something these days!!

@SouthernAnn when you wore the underwear for the designers to check out they really pawed you, and expected that you change underwear in front of them to save time.

This reminds me of a friend of my son's back in the 1990s. His friend went on to study photography and got a diploma or whatever. He started working for a company that made catalogues of apparel, mostly ladies clothes but also swim suits and lingerie. He'd go along on photo shoots of course which, for the swim suits, were often held in well-known vacation spots, places where it was warm and sunny with suitable backgrounds like the Spanish Costas or the Caribbean and such. Real fun places with sun, women and drinks galore and so on.

But I was later flabbergasted to hear he got tired of the job and quit. I don't think it was because of the pay either, but something to do with boredom, always pretty girls, often enough naked, semi-naked, changing in front of him.

I suppose it does become normal enough like in showbiz and indeed fashion modelling, but still. I would have loved such a job when young.

Even now I'd still love such a job. Heck, might even do it if it only paid travelling expenses and hotels.

SouthernAnn, that is an awesome story of posing nude. i, and i am sure others, would love to hear more details. like about being embarassed to be in your underwear in front of people you worked with. How hard was it the first time?

but ggreat story. thanks

It was strange walking around in a bikini let alone my underwear exposing myself for all to see. When I was first asked to model the bikini's I was extremely hesitant, but the other person that modeled bikinis as well was frankly old enough to be my mother and after we had had a chat, I thought if she can do it, so could I (remember when you are 16, 30 is ancient).

The changing thing was strange at first. I am not going to pretend I was a shy thing at the time. I wore bikini's in public, and was naked in the changing room in the gym/pool, but during the fittings most of the others were fully clothed and initially I found it awkward especially if the apprentice was modelling as well.

I do not think it occurred to the people in the room that dealt with professional models that I was shy, and embarrassed but I admit that in the end I trusted everyone so much I never gave it a moments thought.

Awesome SouthernAnn, may i ask your age at the time you modeled for the company?

and could youtell us a little more about modeling for a life drawing class. My wife posed for my life class in college. it was soooo hot for me. she was super embarassed by it.

Having posed for a artist friend of mine on numerous occasions I was asked by him if I for a fee would do the same for he and two other classmates of his from a community college art and photography class.

Once I agreed to such I went with him on a sat. eve. to a countryside residence belonging to one of the aforementioned classmates whose dwelling was a reconstructed barn loft large upper room very much looking the part of a studio of an artist.

Being wintertime it's source of heating was a wood stove from the lower floor as you entered the abode. Very rustic and atmospheric was the setting.

After customary introductions were performed to the other two we proceeded upstairs scaling a wide ladder like stairwell. After a few beverages of courage were consumed by myself I stripped off my clothing only clad in a swimmer jockstrap much akin to a old school posing pouch brief.

After numerous variations of positioning were performed for their study and enjoyment my sense of exhibitionism kicked in and I removed my miniscule garment and became seated down with my outside leg upward blocking view of my oncoming erection from apparent excitement from the experience.

After a brief period elapsed I stood upward with full frontal nudity feeling I was giving my all being I was being paid for the duty. I received comment of “ finally someone with no inhibitions”. This actually gave me a sense of ease erasing a bit of anxiety within myself.

About a month later I repeated this with another classmate joining in this time a female . I often reflect back to all this with enjoyment and excitement. Fretter

I would like to, but I'm afraid that the laughter would spoil the moment (how cute! Just like a real one, but much smaller!).