MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

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

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Julia Presley

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

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Lisa Torres

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

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When I got the call from Julia Presley, asking me to come to a private studio session, I couldn’t resist.
I never could when it came to Julia.
The truth was, I had a thing for Julia.
A long-standing thing that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake.
But it wasn’t just Julia I would be seeing today.
Oh no, this was going to be a special event, one that was sure to push all my buttons and drive me screwy.
The fact that it was also for an art project made the idea even more enticing.
After all, what artist wouldn’t want to paint half-naked women?
Especially these specific half-naked women.
I mean, I’d seen them all naked before.
Well, not all of them together.
But I had seen each of them without clothing in a photographic setting.
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I set up my easel near the centre of the room, trying to ignore the other women lounging around.
I had to keep a professional composure about me, after all.
I was here to paint, not to ogle.
Well, not too much anyway.
I arranged my paints and brushes on a tray, trying to ignore the way Julia’s perfume grew stronger with each step she took towards me.
It was a subtle scent, but one that I associated with her.
It was a scent that I knew would haunt me for the rest of the day and into the night.
As she approached, I could feel her eyes on me, watching me, studying me.
I glanced up briefly, catching her gaze before returning my attention to my paints.
She stopped just behind me, leaning in close as if inspecting my canvas setup.
Her breath tickled my ear as she spoke.
"So, are you ready for this?"
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I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her proximity affected me.
"Of course. I’m always ready for art."
The other models shifted their poses slightly, creating a living tableau of curves and shadows before me. I gripped my brush tightly in my trembling hand as I mixed colours on my palette.
Julia’s fingers brushed against my shoulder as she leaned in closer still.
"I think you should capture it from this angle," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear once more.
I nodded stiffly, trying to focus on the technical aspects of painting rather than the way her touch affected me.
Finally, she stepped back, giving me some much-needed space.
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I positioned my brush over the canvas, hesitating for a moment as I studied the composition before me.
Julia lounged on the chaise in the centre, her pose both elegant and provocative.
Lisa reclined on cushions to her left, while the other models arranged themselves around them in a carefully choreographed display of curves and skin.
My hand trembled slightly as I mixed flesh tones on my palette, trying to capture the warm glow of the studio lights on their bare skin.
Julia caught my eye once more, adjusting her pose ever so slightly.
The movement drew my attention to the curve of her hip, and I dipped my brush in paint before making the first stroke.
"Do you remember the last time we did something like this?" Julia asked, her voice laced with nostalgia.
"How could I forget? It was the night everything changed between us."
Lisa glanced over, curiosity piqued. "What happened that night?"
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I took a steadying breath, dipping my brush in paint once more.
"Nothing for you to worry about, Lisa."
I focused on capturing Lisa’s form first, the gentle slope of her waist and the soft curve of her breasts.
Julia watched intently from her pose on the chaise, her eyes following each brushstroke.
When I glanced up to check a detail, she caught my eye once more, giving me that same knowing smile she had given me that night - the one that made me finally kiss her after months of tension.
Lisa raised an eyebrow at us, clearly wanting the story.
"Come on, spill it," Lisa urged, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Julia chuckled softly, shifting slightly to catch the light. "Let's just say it was a masterpiece in its own right."
I sighed, focusing on my work. "And like any good art, some things are best left to the imagination."
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