Have you ever posed nude for artists/photographers?

My friend Juana asked me to pose for her series of nude portraits of male artists and writers(and I qualify in both categories.

I loved how Juana included a still life of my boy’s Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs in the portrait, given my boy’s underwear fetish; and that I was skinny enough then, and am still skinny enough now, to make representatives of my collection my daily underwear.

One of the best results of posing for Juana came when mutual friends of ours recognized me when Juana hung the painting in a local gallery show.

After my Ma passed; and realizing that seeing a nude portrait of her son could no longer upset my Ma in heaven, Juana made a gift of the portrait to me. And last year Juana made a gift of the Polaroids she took to use as preliminary sketches.

(All but one of the Polaroids that is, as Juana gave our mutual friend Francine her choice of one picture. Francine has always had an active interest in seeing me with no clothes on.)

Hi @XposeHer I was 16 when I modeled at work. Initially it was not so bad as I only modeled dresses, but when the offer came to make more money and model the underwear I stupidly jumped at the chance. The two of us would meet the designers in a room and we would wear what they gave us. They were more use to this sort of thing than I was, and they would cup my breasts to see how they sat in the bra and I admit I found the non consensual intimacy very alarming.

The day we showed off to the workers what they were was going to produce next year was squeaky bum time. Everyone not involved in the show sat either side of the canteen. We all changed outside the canteen and then in small groups we went through the door, walked to the end, turned around to face everyone and the senior designer gave a description. Funny I remember my bare feet on the lino, and to get though it I looked straight ahead, walked down, turned, paused and looked at a another spot on the other doors blanking out the audience from my mind. I discovered there is no modesty when you are modelling and we all changed in front of all the other models with of course us two being naked.

I really was embarrassing walking about in front of people I knew, showing everything but in fairness, everyone especially the 3 men in the company were real gentleman, and I did not get any stupid comments, not even from the apprentice.

As for the still life, I was 21, still shy and embarrassed especially as my baby bump still showed itself. It was odd being naked in front of so many people, but they were professional and looked but did not glare which made it a bit better and to be honest, no matter how I found it embarrassing, humiliating and terrified I would bump into someone I knew, but I needed the money.

I would image you were quite a stunner in your bra and knickers at 16 @SouthernAnn . I don't doubt you are still quite stunning and would cause quite a bit of arousal in bra and knickers if you posed today.

Excellent story! thank you so much for sharing, and i whole heartedly agree with Lord Jim

… and they would cup my breasts to see how they sat in the bra and I admit I found the non consensual intimacy very alarming.

….and to be honest, no matter how I found it embarrassing and humiliating, I needed the money.

Would be nice if I could find a modeling gig where they would cup my balls to see what the ideal pouch for them in a jockstrap would be. I'd find the non consensual intimacy to be somewhat of a turn on, either in the moment or later.

And no matter how embarrassing or humilating it might get, i could actually use the money if they offered it.

They wouldn’t have enough paint !

Yes once in Liverpool for an artist I met at an exhibition. She was setting up for an exhibition that was opening that evening. I got into conversation with her and she offered me tickets for the official opening that evening which I couldn't go to as I was going away that night so she invited me to call her when I returned. To explain I often use to visit museums and galleries to fill in time between appointments.

A few weeks later having not much to do one afternoon I gave her a call and found she didn't live too far away from where I was so went to see her. She showed me her pictures which were all round her flat including one male nude. While I was looking around she went and made two coffees and I think she was hoping I buy a picture. I commented that all the paintings were of females with no males and she explained they were all ‘working girls’ who didn't have much to do during the day so were happy to earn a bit by posing nude. As we drank the coffee and talked she asked if I'd mind her sketching me. I was a bit surprised and asked if she meant nude, she sort of apologised and said no she'd just meant as I was but added if I was prepared to pose nude that would be great. I gave it a bit of thought, not very much to be honest, and said if that was what she wanted I would and started to strip. Spent the next hour nude in several poses while she sketched - never seen her since.