Removing the Fig Leaf

I recently read about an assignment in an art course to redesign the human genitals so that they would be more equitable. I couldn't help but laugh because what makes genitals interesting is their difference, not their sameness. I also knew right away what the "answer" was: give men fig leaves! The obvious feature of male genitals is their visibility. With female genitals, it is their hiddenness. (Between men, the main difference is ... well size!) The only way that might equalize things with respect to women is to give the man some cover -- a fig leaf.

On the whole, I don't care much for aggressive, in-your-face nudity. The suggestive and evocative work just fine for me. The interplay between knowing and not knowing excites me no end. This might lead to a fascination with the fig leaf as a cover, but in my case, I hate covering something I find so intriguing.

I remember well the first time I encounter a male mode without his "fig leaf." It was my first quarter in college. I had taken many drawing classes while in high school but our male models always wore jock straps. For some reason, female models, even then, posed fully nude, but men didn't. I couldn't help but wonder (although, at that age, I tried not to) why the male anatomy need to be covered. Even then, I felt that drawing the male figure without its defining feature left things somehow incomplete. I couldn't articulate it back then, but a "fig-leafed" model wasn't being fully himself.

On the day that all this changed, I walked into the studio and took my seat at one of the drawing desks. The model walked in wearing the usual robe and mounted the platform. Turning to face me, somewhat intentionally it seemed at the time, he dropped his robe. My eyes almost popped out of my head. There, before me, was the missing piece that made the puzzle complete.

Never before had I been so aware of how exposed the naked man is. His sex is flaunted, not suggested as it is with women. The nude female hints that sex is to be found between her legs. The nude male gives it full throated announcement. You see all there is right up front.

I marvel at the lengths that people will go to conceal the male member from the public gaze. Movies that parade women in full frontal scenes crop the screen at the critical point when a man enters the picture. His back is turned, his hands are strategically placed, the director cuts away at just the right (or wrong, depending on your point of view) moment. What is it that makes showing the penis so taboo?

What seems to matter most is that women shouldn't gaze. Men are notoriously incapable of modesty in locker rooms, The one exception, I am told, is that they don't like sporting erections in front of other men. Otherwise, they parade around without a stich of cover. They make no efforts to conceal their endowments. I know a woman sports reporter, and her account on locker room interviews makes me envious. It is the closest thing to ancient Greece that I can imagine. Nudity that does not matter!

I admit that, to a large degree, a woman's attention is drawn to this part of a man because it is the instrument of her sexual pleasure. It is more than simply an arm or an ear because it is an invitation to fantasize. But the fantasy can only go so far if the instrument of her fancy is flaccid. Art hardly ever presents a penis in an aroused state, but this limitation is also a launching pad for further fantasy. What gets my juices going is the ever-present potential that a flaccid penis can to grow and become hard right before my eyes. Whenever I see a naked man I know that what is hang now can, in an instant, stand and salute me.

People who study this kind of thing say that there are "showers" and "growers." I take their word for it, and it does correspond to my experience to a large degree. One of the most erotic statues that I have ever seen is a young man by Rodin called L'âge d'airain. While I wouldn't judge him a shower, how can anyone miss what he shows? Just ask any woman. Every female eye goes directly to his penis. Although quite subtle in presentation, the statue would be more aptly named "The Penis."

Another equally erotic piece of art that goes in the opposite direction is by Coleccao Berrardo. I don't know what it is called, but it consists of a naked man and women lying in each other's arms. The woman's sex is slight visible. The man is sporting a full erection that is much more visible but not flaunted. I dare any woman to tell me that she does try to peak over his hip to get a better view.

All these reflections about art and fig leaves have a point. I have a reoccurring dream that I truly enjoy. I find myself alone in a museum filled with statues of nude men. I am wearing a loose while dress that flows gracefully over my feminine curves. It is quite sexy. Each of these statues, as you might have guessed, has a fig leaf cover. I move from statue to statue surveying their bodies. As gaze upon them, I raise my hand and remove the fig leaf. I marvel at their newly revealed attributes. I take measure (pun intended) of their sizes and their potential for arousal. I am particularly interested in whether the head of glans of his penis is exposed or merely outlined by his foreskin. I choose one of the statues for a more complete disclosure. I take hold of his penis and, with my hand and mouth, bring him to erection. There is more, but I will leave that to your imagination.

Recently, after waking up from my dream, I ravished my husband, who says that he awoke with my lips wrapped tightly around his penis. Shortly thereafter, he exploded in my mouth. I gave him no relief as I immediately mounted him and banged his brains out. I ended with an earth-shattering orgasm that I will never forget.

Afterward, he asked me what was going on. I told him about my dream and how I disparately wanted to act it out. He had a great idea. He suggested that I hold a benefit for local art scholarships. I would invite my closest friends to a backyard reception. I could hire models to pose as statues around the garden. The models would be both men and women. The women would be completely nude; all but one, that is, who would wear a loose cloth skirt covering her pubic region. The men would wear jockstraps. The idea would be to auction off their "fig leaves."

I found the idea appealing for several reasons. I could watch the response of my women guests to the "fig-leaved" men and see if their reaction was as strong as mine own. Secondly, I could gage their enthusiasm for unveiling the real thing. Finally, there was the surprise that I had in store for them as a finale.

I sent out invitations calling it "Revealing the Real." As the day approached, I chose my models very carefully. For my women statues, I picked the most sexy, large busted models I could find. This wasn't very hard, but I need to find a special one for my finale because I need to ask a particular favor. For the men, I wanted large penises. , and this was even easier because all the male models I knew were well endowed, to say the least. Men with average penises don't model. I chose Will for my special attraction.

On the day of the event, I placed my models strategically around my backyard. When my guests arrived, I asked them to mingle and take in my art. I could tell right away that most found the fig leaves strange. All the men and, and indeed all the women, gave cursory glances at the men but studied the women at length. There was something captivating about the nakedness of the women and that was missing with the men. Perhaps it was a sense that the men weren't being completely openness, their poses lacked honest. One thing for sure, they seemed more guarded, less willing to confront the vulnerability that nakedness imposes.

After perhaps 30 minutes, it was time for the second stage of my event. I asked them to gather around Dave. It was well known that Dave had a very long and skinny penis that the women artist in my group loved to draw because it was always flopping to one side or the other. I asked who pay for the privilege of removing Dave's fig leaf. Everyone's hand shot up. I began the bidding. The winning bid was $200. It was going to be a great day for art.

Carol won. I stepped to the side and invited her forward. I had cut the jock straps so that they could be pulled off with one yank. Carol reached up and swiftly removed Dave's cover. My audience let loose a loud cheer. There was Dave fully exposed and, I have to say, in a much more interesting state. All eyes were fixated on his fully visible attributes. His long slender shaft caused some mouths to drop open. It was both beautiful and highly erotic.

What happened next was something I had not foreseen. I suppose it was the combination of charged atmosphere and the fact that a dozen women's eyes were glued to his manhood. Dave's penis thickened and lengthened about two inches, which made it really long! His foreskin began to peel back exposing the ridge of his glans. I saw more than a few eyebrows rise.

Watching the process of a man becoming erection has always been a big turn-on for me. Contrary to what you may think, each man does it a little differently. Even though I had never before seen Dave aroused, his was one of my favorites. It was just a straight lifting in the way that one might extend the slightly curled fingers of you hand. It was such an impressive sight that Carol kicked in an extra $50 for, as she said, the extra "scenery."

Although no one wanted to leave Dave, I insisted that we move on. I was a bit surprised that all the female models had left their posts and had joined the crowd. It feels somewhat strange to be walking around in a mixed crowd of clothed and unclothed people. I especially enjoyed watching the male guests trying to keep eyes focused ahead when carrying on small talk with the large breasted women standing nude beside them.

The next several "de-leafing" came off as I had expected. Each man was larger than one might have guessed, and the drama of revealing their secrets heightened as we move one to another. Finally we came to Will. I had placed Will last because he was ... well, hung! He also had a reputation for "saluting" his audience. He did not disappoint. Will was literally bursting out of his jock as I auctioned him off. A cool $1000!! Will was even longer than Dave and about twice as thick. There were audible gasps when his fig leaf was removed and his foot-long appendage popped out.

I had not thought of this before, but I decided that, since my friends had kind of bought the rights to these models, they should have the option to have a model escort them around. I asked each naked male model to find their matron and offer their arm. My friends went positively giddy.

It was time for my finale. We went to the only statue left standing -- the one woman who was not full nude. I said that, since it was my party, this was my gift. I slowly pulled the loose cloth covering her loins. It fell to her feet. There before us was a very beautiful woman, lovely in her complete exposure. The secret element was that I had asked her to shave her pubic hair so that her sex would be as front and center as it could be for a woman. She was unbelievingly erotic. So much so, that every male model sprang to attention. There was really no way for them to hide their feelings. I mean how exactly does a completely naked man pretend that he is not really aroused?!

It was time to bring my auction to an end. I told the men that they could, if they wanted, find a nude female model to escort for the rest of the afternoon, but that they would need to shed their clothes. Every man did. I told the women that they should remain clothed and take in the show as compensation for the many years of fig leaves that they had had to endure. Fun was had by all.

My husband is a very well-endowed man himself. I paired up with him, but insisted that he remove his clothes. He gladly did so. By this time, he was rock hard. I took one look and said, "Oh, my!" I led him to a secluded part of the garden and knelt before him. I took his penis deep into my mouth. It was not long before I got the first foretaste of his cum. He exploded shortly thereafter filling my mouth completely. I don't think I have ever felt him throbbing climax so powerfully. I was also glad that I had some cocktail napkins with me so that I could wipe my chin.

When he had recovered, I led him back to where my quests had gathered. It was clear than my husband flaccid penis was spent but still engorged. Everyone would know what we had done. To my surprise, there was not one man who was not in the same condition. Even the now nude male guests sported thick, engorged, flaccid penises

I said that I had a question for them men. "Which was better, the fig-leaf or the real thing?" No one took the fig leaf. I asked the women that if they wanted a repeat next year. All gave an enthusiastic yes! We decided to begin planning right away. Next meeting would be at a new studio where I had heard there was an impressive young male model.