MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Tommy Harvatt

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 school, working on a piece, when Julia contacted me.

She was a friend of mine, and also one of my favorite models.

"Would you like to come paint us?"

She asked me.

"We’re going to be in lingerie. It will be at a private studio, and it will just be you and the photographer. We can’t have any of the other artists there, so it’s a special invitation."

I thought about it.

I was working on a piece, but I could put it on hold for this.

It would be a great opportunity, and I would get to see Julia again.

I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I had missed her.

"Who else is going to be there?"

I asked her.

"There will be five of us," she said.

"Okay, I’ll be there."

I set up my easel near the window, where the light was best.

I arranged my brushes and paints with methodical precision, trying to ignore the giggles behind me.

Julia came over, her perfume growing stronger as she leaned over my shoulder to look at my setup.

She was wearing a black bra and matching panties, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail.

Her skin was smooth and tanned, and her eyes were bright blue.

She smelled of lavender and vanilla.

She looked at me with a mischievous grin.

"Are you ready?"

"I am," I said.

The other models were already on the chaise lounge, posing for the photographer.

They were all wearing lingerie, and their bodies were arranged in elegant lines and shadows.

One of them caught my eye, a girl with short blonde hair and a tattoo of a snake on her arm.

She winked at me, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. "Let’s get started," Julia said, taking her place on the chaise lounge with the others.

I mixed colors on my palette, trying to capture the warm light that played across their skin.

My hands were shaking slightly as I began to paint.

The photographer snapped pictures while I worked, capturing the girls in different poses.

They laughed and joked as they moved around, their bodies fluid and graceful.

I tried to focus on their movements, but it was hard not to stare at their bodies.

They were beautiful, each one of them unique in their own way.

The blonde girl caught my eye again, and I found myself staring at her more than the others.

She was posing in a way that accentuated her curves, her legs stretched out before her like a cat’s.

I adjusted my grip on the paintbrush, trying to steady my trembling hands.

The blonde girl shifted, and I caught the curve of her hip in my brushstrokes.

The snake tattoo seemed to writhe on her skin as she moved.

The other girls were chatting and laughing, but I barely registered their words.

I was too focused on the way the light played across the blonde girl’s body.

She stretched again, arching her back in a pose that made my heart skip a beat.

I saw my chance, and I took it.

I pretended to check my phone for the time, lifting it slightly and pressing the capture button.

The soft click seemed deafening in the quiet studio, but the girls didn’t notice.