My second chance at nude modeling... (Rosebud Photography) (Patreon)

“Try on these heels” The photographer handed me a box that still had price tags on it.

I came to this place to pose nude for this man, and I had no reason to hesitate. This time was different. There was no hustled pile of paperwork and no mansplaining of what “opportunities” I shouldn’t miss out on… We discussed over email about exactly what we were going to shoot. I was not being drooled over, nor hovered over.

I sat on the white stool on the living room’s edge, my back to the window overlooking the rest of downtown Seattle from at least 20 stories high. The high heels were shiny black stiletto pumps with a little buckle strap around the ankle, never been worn. It felt nice - even luxurious- to be wearing such nice heels. Most of my shoes came from Ross or a thrift store. I bet these ones were at least $60…

“They fit perfect” I reported. He half smiled and motioned for me to sit next to the corner of the room, where to windowed walls met, overlooking the city.

“Here…” he handed me a fresh dark colored flower. “I picked this up at the market this morning”. It looked nice.

“Now I am just going to let you move as you wish, you can smell the flower, lean on the wall, and I will just take photos… pretend I am not even here, except to occasionally look into the camera”.

“Should I take off this robe now?” I needed confirmation that it was time for me to get naked… 16 years later, the model I am now would have just walked on set naked, but I was still unsure of myself.