I don't want to tell my stories in any specific order, hence, why not starting from a recent one?
I have been modelling in London for 3 years now: life drawing sessions, corporate gigs, parties, birthdays, students, church groups, hen dos, you name it.
Last weekend I was working at a hen do. The venue was the usual first floor of a pub on a Saturday afternoon, a tutor to help with instructions and drinks, and a group of 20 ladies.
The bride was a young brunette named Charlotte, light blue eyes and a smile that could tell how happy she was to be getting closer to the due date.
The group was a mix of family and friends, a lot of family actually, she was there with her younger sister, two cousins, her mom and two aunts.
As usual for these events the group had a bottomless brunch before going to the drawing thing, it makes them feel lighter and ready for a naked guy. As they arrived they were already singing and in a mimosa-inducted state of joy. Tipsiness usually makes things easier and funnier, the group is less focused on drawing and more on having fun, and time goes faster for us. The basic idea is to collect a happy memory of a nice and blurred afternoon in a London pub, specially for those coming from different counties.
The session starts and the first 15 minutes pass with the usual difficulties of understanding the task while pretending that drawing a Picasso is the goal, tutors struggle to get attention, and short poses are mostly received with little drawing and a lot of shy gazing, giggles, and quiet whispers. Nobody wants to be caught looking at the obvious elephant in the room.
I am fairly used to it at this point, and take this time to understand the vibe of the room, receive comments with a smile, and answer the basic questions they have for me. It is fair to say that I am on the good looking side, I keep in lean shape and always bring a big smile to a session.
In this event there's always time for a first however, and this session was no exception. After two short one -minute poses we (me and the tutor) asked the group to show their drawings, and among the doodles one big message "good size for a limp dick!". I found it funny a perfectly captured the tone of the session coming up.
Since the group was pretty hectic, loud, and chatty, it had a hard time following instructions from the tutor, and we decided to turn the ball to their court, asking the bride to decide the next pose.
This task usually shows the entire spectrum of humanity, ranging from random request of naked duos to shy asks for a kneel and a bow. This case was explosive, one of the aunts immediately asked for a pole and for the bride to "stick it up his ass!". I laughed knowing that there was no way she would do it, people are bolder with words and three-too-many mimosas in their system than with their hands. Another thing to know is that drunk people are louder than they think, reason why I could hear her saying "I want to see that thing up and hard" to the lady sitting next to her, which I decided to ignore, proceeding to instruct to bride on how to use perspective to stage a pose that could look like the request was accepted, for good fun.
The session proceeded with more poses and games, prosecco was poured, bad sketches were drawn, it was a smooth ride until the last pose.
Usually the winner of a drawing game can choose the last pose, and as it is the last chance for fun these can get a little spicy. I this case the girl winning the game opted for a very artistic "draw me like one of your French girls" pose on top of a high table, a classic, with the bride having a glass on her hand.
Done with the pose I was asked to stay still for a group photo. As many photos with different phones were taken I could feel something on my foot, a smooth touch. I turn around and it was the aunt! To my surprise this lady in her mid 50s was licking my bare foot, and getting caught she just smiled. I did not react as I was actually turned on by the act.
