MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Anonymous

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 painting nude models was the time I took an art class, and we had a model who was clothed. Now, here I was, about to paint not one model, but a group of them…in their lingerie.

How did I get myself into these situations?

Although I had to admit, I was excited to see what the finished product would be.

I watched as the models—there were five of them, including Julia—walked around the room, getting comfortable.

They were all different shapes and sizes, which I liked because it meant that my painting would definitely be interesting.

As they walked around, they chatted about what they would be doing and how they were going to pose.

I listened quietly as I set up my space, making sure that everything that I needed was within reach.

Once they knew what they were going to do, they started undressing.

I had always been fascinated by women, and now I had five of them disrobing in front of me.

Any other man would have been sporting a hard on, but not me.

I moved a little closer to my easel and started moving my paints around, trying to get the right spot for them.

As I was moving them, I glanced over at the women, trying to see which ones were wearing wedding rings.

I noticed Julia right away; she was wearing her ring as she undressed.

I saw another one with a ring, and then another.

The fourth one was hard to tell because her left hand was hidden beneath a silk robe.

She had dark hair and was wearing pink lingerie.

The fifth woman didn’t have a ring on her finger.

She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and she seemed to be posing more provocatively than the other four women.

She kept looking at me and smiling.

I cleared my throat as I picked up my charcoal, trying not to stare at any of them.

I started drawing some of the lines of the painting, making sure that I had the right shape before I started filling it in with paint.

"Julia, why are you still wearing your ring?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She glanced at me with a small smile, "It's a reminder of what I've left behind, not what I still hold onto."

The blonde woman chuckled softly, "And here I thought it was just because you liked the sparkle."

I glanced over at the blonde, watching as she whispered something to Julia.

They were standing by the window, their bodies close together as they giggled.

I watched as they leaned against each other, their shoulders touching.

The blonde was whispering something in Julia's ear, and Julia was listening intently.

I saw the blonde reach up to adjust Julia's necklace, her fingers lingering on Julia's collarbone for a moment before they moved on.

Julia's wedding ring caught the light as she reached up to grasp the blonde's hand, their faces only inches apart.

"Remember Milan?" the blonde whispered, her voice barely loud enough for me to hear.

Julia's eyes widened for a moment before she smiled and pulled her hand away.

"That was a different time," she said softly, crossing the room to take her position on the chaise lounge.

The blonde followed her, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Different time, maybe, but some things never change," she teased, settling beside Julia.

Julia glanced at me, her expression unreadable. "Some things do change," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of something I couldn't quite place.