MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Eli

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 had never been to a private studio session before.

The only experience I had with photography was my senior pictures and a wedding I had done for a friend of a friend.

When Julia asked me to come, I figured it would be no different.

When I arrived, I realized just how wrong I was.

The women were all in lingerie, or less.

Most of them were gorgeous, all shapes and sizes.

I noticed Julia right away.

Her long hair flowed down her back, and her body was perfect.

She reminded me of a goddess.

She came over to greet me as soon as I walked in.

"Hey."

She kissed my cheek, leaving a trail of heat behind.

It was the first time anyone had kissed me like that before, and it left me stunned.

"I’m glad you could make it. This is all the models we will have today."

She gestured to the other women, who were all posing in various ways.

I set up my easel near the center of the room.

The other models watched as I did this, but they didn’t move.

Julia walked me around the room, showing me where everything was.

The women were all beautiful, but I tried not to stare.

I set up my paints and brushes on a table next to my easel.

I took out each color and lined them up in order of how I would use them.

My hands were shaking a little as I uncapped each one.

Julia came over and leaned over my shoulder.

She smelled amazing, like roses and vanilla.

It was intoxicating.

"This is what I want. I want you to paint the entire room. The models can be in whatever poses they want."

She pointed out the composition she wanted, and I nodded in understanding.

"Let’s start with this one first."

She pointed to one of the women who was posing on a couch with her legs spread wide open.

I gripped the brush tighter in my hand.

I had to remind myself to breathe.

I mixed the right shade of pink for her lingerie.

The women shifted and stretched on their perches, but they were still holding their poses.

I looked over at Julia, who was standing next to me with her arms crossed, watching me.

I started by painting the curve of a hip, then the arch of her back.

Julia walked around behind me and watched over my shoulder.

My hand trembled slightly as I painted.

The other models watched as I worked, whispering to each other.

I heard a few giggles, but I couldn’t tell what they were laughing at.

Julia’s fingers brushed against my shoulder, and I nearly dropped my palette.

"Relax, you're doing great," Julia whispered, her voice soothing but firm.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my hand. "Why did you really ask me here, Julia?"

She paused, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart race. "Because I need someone who sees beyond the surface, and I think that's you."