I was somewhat slow in warming to this MetArt gallery. There is some inconsistency in the exposures — some over, some under, at least in my entirely fallible estimation — and a certain timidity in the posing that is a bit of a Pasha signature. Added to that, the model is not entirely my type. I in no way intend this as a criticism. Is there a man a live who would feel attracted in identical measure to every single MetArt model? The answer is quite clear.

Ira H. has strong features, and she really is quite striking, even bearing in mind that she is not quite my cup of tea. Her face — her high cheek bones, jaw line, and chin, in particular — is both expressive and sculpturally fascinating. And her trim body – even though we are denied the pleasure of any exceptionally intimate views – is blessed with appealing attributes. Her plump nipples, to name two, really are standouts — and I mean that in both senses of the word.

As I progressed through the set I felt my initial resistance diminishing. The rural setting — the lush green grass, the light of the summer sun easing its way towards the horizon — became more and more evocative with each passing image. Anyone who has taken a drive in the country on a summer afternoon, picked a secluded spot, spread a blanket, and enjoyed a few amorous hours with a beautiful and willing woman will know exactly what I’m speaking of.

The images spanning numbers 060 to 070 illustrate my point. In the first two Ira H. is upright, and the lighting flatters and reveals the contours of her body beautifully. But it’s when she reclines that the true magic happens. No, she’s not precisely my type, but if she said to me what her eyes and body are saying in an image like 062, my answer would be an immediate and emphatic “Yes!”