only naked person in a room of clothed people

I was a part of an art club when I first moved to Texas. It got me out of my room and my mind off of school. It was a club of about 12 males. Every other week they had a nude model come in for the lesson. I was approached by the instructor when I first met him to be a model for them. I declined but was interested as it paid well. He was a pervert and had the female models pose in distasteful positions. This was a big reason I believe that we didn't have more female models for art class. He said many students over the year had posed and it not uncommon.

At one point I thought I was moving to attend another college. I told the instructor I would be moving soon. He asked me one last time to model before I left. I didn't think about it and said yes. I didn't sleep for a week! I was a nervous wreck... I came in the next week and undressed and came out. I have to admit that it was one of the most intense sexual feelings I have ever had.

I was breathing so hard he thought I was having a panic attack. I told him I was nervous, but I wasn't. Anyway, a week or so later I found out I wasn't moving. I never did show up to class again. I wished I had never done it. Not because I didn't like it, but because I missed the art class. It was one of my healthy outlets.
 
I was a part of an art club when I first moved to Texas. It got me out of my room and my mind off of school. It was a club of about 12 males. Every other week they had a nude model come in for the lesson. I was approached by the instructor when I first met him to be a model for them. I declined but was interested as it paid well. He was a pervert and had the female models pose in distasteful positions. This was a big reason I believe that we didn't have more female models for art class. He said many students over the year had posed and it not uncommon.

At one point I thought I was moving to attend another college. I told the instructor I would be moving soon. He asked me one last time to model before I left. I didn't think about it and said yes. I didn't sleep for a week! I was a nervous wreck... I came in the next week and undressed and came out. I have to admit that it was one of the most intense sexual feelings I have ever had.

I was breathing so hard he thought I was having a panic attack. I told him I was nervous, but I wasn't. Anyway, a week or so later I found out I wasn't moving. I never did show up to class again. I wished I had never done it. Not because I didn't like it, but because I missed the art class. It was one of my healthy outlets.

Tell us more shea, you know that there is more to this story!
 
Tell us more shea, you know that there is more to this story!

I'm not proud of that night but I let the situation and thinking I was moving get the best of me. I was lonely and liked the attention. He knew I was vulnerable and he put me in a vulnerable position. I enjoyed the attention and they eventually figured it out. I believe the instructor took advantage of me and I did what I was told to do. I was a little bit too naive but he treated me like I was a girl who desperately needed money, not the student I was before.
 
tumblr_mycn13jyWK1s0yaxoo1_1280.jpg


Why am I not in Eastern Europe?

I assure you I never have been. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

(although if my husband ever sees this picture he might argue! :eek:)
 
Tell us exactly what you mean by a vulnerable position, details ....:devil:

He knew I was nervous and I believe he got off on it. He said I reminded him of a high school girl and that's what he wanted me to present to the class. I didn't know what he wanted. I walked out and saw the guys I had been painting and drawing with the previous few months. They saw me differently and I saw them differently in a strange way. The teacher had a teacher desk as a prop with school books and an apple. There was an old dunce hat beside the desk.
I walked out and sat on the desk with my legs crossed. I felt embarrassed initially I admit and didn't want to look at them. He came over and put the dunce hat on me and told me to bend over the desk. I did. It didn't seem real. It seems like a dream. A part of me told me to walk out and the other part said stay for the money. I was excited after awhile. And 20 minutes or so went by and it became uncomfortable. It wasn't so exciting anymore staying in one uncomfortable position for so long. The hour seemed to go by fast actually.
 
I was excited after awhile. And 20 minutes or so went by and it became uncomfortable. It wasn't so exciting anymore staying in one uncomfortable position for so long. The hour seemed to go by fast actually.

Are you excited when you think back on it or do you feel embarrassed or like you were taken advantage of?

Have you masturbated thinking back on that day?
 
I was a part of an art club when I first moved to Texas. It got me out of my room and my mind off of school. It was a club of about 12 males. Every other week they had a nude model come in for the lesson. I was approached by the instructor when I first met him to be a model for them. I declined but was interested as it paid well. He was a pervert and had the female models pose in distasteful positions. This was a big reason I believe that we didn't have more female models for art class. He said many students over the year had posed and it not uncommon.

At one point I thought I was moving to attend another college. I told the instructor I would be moving soon. He asked me one last time to model before I left. I didn't think about it and said yes. I didn't sleep for a week! I was a nervous wreck... I came in the next week and undressed and came out. I have to admit that it was one of the most intense sexual feelings I have ever had.

I was breathing so hard he thought I was having a panic attack. I told him I was nervous, but I wasn't. Anyway, a week or so later I found out I wasn't moving. I never did show up to class again. I wished I had never done it. Not because I didn't like it, but because I missed the art class. It was one of my healthy outlets.

That's too bad you missed out on your art class, but that's a hot story. I've always fantasized about being a nude model for an art class.
 
Are you excited when you think back on it or do you feel embarrassed or like you were taken advantage of?

Have you masturbated thinking back on that day?

It took me a few days to process what happened. I am still shocked at how I just freely said yes and went through with it. I have come to accept it and often look back on it and get excited. I think about it sometimes when I walk around my place naked, which isn't very often, but I still think about it from time to time.
 
I'm not proud of that night but I let the situation and thinking I was moving get the best of me. I was lonely and liked the attention. He knew I was vulnerable and he put me in a vulnerable position. I enjoyed the attention and they eventually figured it out. I believe the instructor took advantage of me and I did what I was told to do. I was a little bit too naive but he treated me like I was a girl who desperately needed money, not the student I was before.



I am sorry to hear that a Professor took advantage of his student. That is not professional. I hope expressing that today helps you feel good about yourself.

Now that you are more mature and understanding, have you done nude pictures since?

Today so many women enjoy the freedom of expression posing topless or nude gives them.
 
Thank you for your concern, but I must admit I didn't run when it happened. A ex boyfriend took nude pictures of me once and put them on a Bdsm website. Of course my face was not involved. Several men were explicit to what they wants to do to me and he got insecure, and rightly so. I still find taking nude pictures exciting.
 
It is a bit sad.

I see less topless sunbathing and general frolicking now.

my best guess is, that a major factor in this is, that whenever you do something a bit outside the norm, some idiot will whip out a camera.

Earlier the witnesses had a memory, and a few other had a rumor... nothing more.



Today it can live forever with hard photographic evidence, and photo-software can even be used to make a search to identify you.
 
It is a bit sad.

I see less topless sunbathing and general frolicking now.

my best guess is, that a major factor in this is, that whenever you do something a bit outside the norm, some idiot will whip out a camera.

Earlier the witnesses had a memory, and a few other had a rumor... nothing more.



Today it can live forever with hard photographic evidence, and photo-software can even be used to make a search to identify you.


Good point, C. :(
 
This has been a recurring fantasy of mine.

To be at a cocktail party, dinner, club, anywhere where I am the only naked person.

Does anyone else share this scenario?
Has been one of my fantasies for years - As a male I would be at a party and they would ask me to milk my cow (if you know what I mean !) IMAGINE THE SCENE WITH 'MILK' FLYING OVER THERE NICE BLACK DRESSES.
For you it must be the vulnerability that appeals and maybe the prospect of wandering fingers groping your naked flesh
 
Has been one of my fantasies for years - As a male I would be at a party and they would ask me to milk my cow (if you know what I mean !) IMAGINE THE SCENE WITH 'MILK' FLYING OVER THERE NICE BLACK DRESSES.
For you it must be the vulnerability that appeals and maybe the prospect of wandering fingers groping your naked flesh

No, actually, groping is not part of the appeal.
 
Back
Top