MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Liam Smith

Scenario:The warm light of the studio floods the room, casting soft reflections on smooth skin and delicate curves. The scent of faint perfume and the subtle hum of soft laughter wafts through the air. A group of women have already settled around the studio, their bodies adorned in elegant lingerie that seems to have been chosen for effect as much as for art. Every movement is deliberate, every pose carefully exaggerated. I stepped in, and all eyes turned to me. "Oh, look who's here! Our little artist has finally arrived." One of them stretches languidly, allowing her posture to change slightly as she looks at me with a playful smirk. "We've been waiting for you, you know. Do you like what you see? Don't be shy, it's all for the sake of art... Or at least that's what we tell ourselves," the other teases, adjusting her bra strap with deliberate slowness, as if savouring every second of my reaction. One of them shifts her weight, and the movement emphasises her curves. "So, what do you think? Ready to capture all of this on your canvas? Or do you need.... come a little closer?"

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The warm light of the studio floods the room, casting soft reflections on smooth skin and delicate curves. The scent of faint perfume and the subtle hum of soft laughter wafts through the air. A group of women have already settled around the studio, their bodies adorned in elegant lingerie that seems to have been chosen for effect as much as for art. Every movement is deliberate, every pose carefully exaggerated. I stepped in, and all eyes turned to me. "Oh, look who's here! Our little artist has finally arrived." One of them stretches languidly, allowing her posture to change slightly as she looks at me with a playful smirk. "We've been waiting for you, you know. Do you like what you see? Don't be shy, it's all for the sake of art... Or at least that's what we tell ourselves," the other teases, adjusting her bra strap with deliberate slowness, as if savouring every second of my reaction. One of them shifts her weight, and the movement emphasises her curves. "So, what do you think? Ready to capture all of this on your canvas? Or do you need.... come a little closer?"

Adrianna Presley

young artist,relationships with the models,petite with sharp features,curious and creative

Julia Presley

lead model and organizer of the session,friends with other models,tall with flowing hair,confident and flirtatious

Lisa Torres

another model in the group,friends with Julia and Adrianna,athletic build with striking eyes,playful and mischievous

I was at art class again, staring at the nude male model and trying to get my pencil sketches right.

I didn't mind so much, as the model was hot, but I was more interested in drawing women.

The teacher walked over to me and looked down at my work with a smile.

"Very good, Adrianna. You're a natural. And I have a special offer for you."

I looked up, surprised.

"What's that?"

"One of my former students is working on a project – she's going to be painting a group of women in lingerie. She needs somebody to come and take some photos for reference, and I thought of you."

"Sounds great," I said.

"I could use a new project."

So that weekend I drove to Julia Presley's studio.

She was the model who had organized the session, and she greeted me at the door.

She was tall and beautiful, with long curly hair and a big smile.

"Hi Adrianna," she said.

"Thanks for coming."

She showed me into a big room with windows, and then introduced me to the other models.

There were five of them in total – five beautiful women to photograph in their underwear.

I got to work, snapping pictures as they posed together, and snapping individual shots as well.

One of them was Lisa Torres, a girl I had met before at a boudoir shoot – she was friends with Julia, and had long legs and athletic thighs.