MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Ivan

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 least a little surprised when Julia Presley showed up at my door, stripped off her shirt, and shaken the folds out of her skirt before she even said hello.

"Hey, girls," she said as she stepped inside my apartment.

"Come on in, Ilene and Lisa, and get comfortable. Adrianna, it’s great to see you."

I was happy to see Julia, too.

The last time we’d gotten together, I’d taken a bunch of nude photos of her and two of her friends to use as reference shots for a piece I was working on.

I think Julia had some other ideas in mind that day, as well.

She kissed me on the cheek and slid her hand down to give my ass a squeeze before she moved on into my living room, where the others were waiting.

"Hey, Ilene. Hey, Lisa," I said as I followed her.

"Would you like some wine?"

They both smiled and murmured something about being great, thanks, and I headed into the kitchen to grab a bottle and some glasses.

I was happy to oblige.

After all, they’d been kind enough to agree to come back and model for me again.

And Julia had been nice enough to set the whole thing up.

This time, actually, I’d been invited to someone else’s studio for a session – one where I got to take the pictures.

That was a nice switch.

Julia had brought along two other models, just like the last time.