Delving deeper into the world of erotic art and how we may express society’s thoughts through it, I am posting my latest three pictures which centre around the Cock and how it is to be admired not just as a sex object but as a metaphor.
As with all my erotic work, these paintings are for sale as prints in limited edition runs of 5.
I am being studied in close detail with all eyes on me. I am totally naked on a small platform or stage. This scenario I have pursued. I fantasize about being on display totally naked as long as I can remember. After I began posing naked for art it became apparent that a key aspect of this erotic fantasy involved humiliation. The first time I lost control, developing an erection in front of the student artists with all eyes on me. My decision to stay in the pose closing my eyes and attempting to calm myself . As I did this it wasn’t just me experiencing this arousal. Everyone in the studio was too along with me. Realizing this my failure to calm my pulsing rock hard penis after making an effort to do so. Continuing the pose elevated my arousal to a level I never experienced before. In the close quarters of the art studio I can feel my erection stiffen with intensity, then for a while , relax a little. As I concentrate to hold the pose without changing the position of my head , arms, amount of twist in my body. As my thoughts drift from what my plans were for later to how my friends and family must not find out my secret passion. Brought out the daze by the rhythmic thumping in my groin, back to reality when my penis , as if it had a mind of its own , has restored its rigidity. The buzz of arousal flowed through me, the hush of the studio I could hear whispering around me but could not make out what was being said. An occasional cough or a dropped pencil was all I could hear over my heart beating. I blush. How awkward a situation to be in, exposing my true self, humiliated, yet deriving pleasure from this. Shame on me? I don’t think so.