MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

C.J. Perkins

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 been invited to a private studio session to paint the women in their underwear, a creative project Adrianna had been dreaming of.

The models were all friends of mine, so I accepted the invitation immediately.

The group consisted of Julia Presley, the lead model and organizer, Lisa Torres, and a few other girls.

I was curious to see how this would turn out since I had never painted half-naked women before.

I arrived at the location, a small room with limited space for my easel and paints.

The models were already there when I arrived, chatting and laughing among themselves.

I greeted them with a kiss on the cheek and began setting up my equipment.

As I worked, Julia came over to me.

She was a tall woman with flowing hair the color of dark chocolate and a seductive smile.

"Hello, belle," she said softly.

"Enchantée."

I kissed her hand.

"Enchantée also."

She ran her fingers through my hair, her eyes never leaving mine.

"I brought some lingerie for you to wear," she said mischievously.

"Oh, Julia."

I sighed.

"I don’t think that would be a good idea."

Because I would get too distracted with you walking around half-naked, I thought but didn’t say.

"Pity," she said.

"Because you have such a beautiful body."

I arranged my paints on a wooden palette, trying to ignore her lingering presence beside me.

My fingers trembled slightly as I squeezed out dollops of oil paint - crimson, ochre, ivory white.

The blank canvas in front of me seemed to accuse me of not being able to create anything.

Julia leaned over my shoulder, her perfume wafting into my nostrils.

"Let me help you set up the lighting," she whispered, reaching past me to adjust the floor lamp.

Her arm brushed mine, and I nearly dropped my brush.

The other models giggled softly from their poses.

Lisa caught my eye and winked, adjusting her position slightly.

I steadied my hand, took a deep breath, and began to paint.

I mixed the colours on my palette, trying to capture the warm glow of Julia’s skin as she reclined on a chaise lounge.

I painted her curves with bold brushstrokes, her hair flowing like dark honey.

Lisa shifted positions behind me, her perfume wafting closer as she peered over my shoulder at the canvas.

"Your brushstrokes are so delicate," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.

Julia stretched languorously on the chaise lounge, the movement drawing my eyes to where her lingerie strap had slipped.

The studio was warm and intimate, the other models murmuring and adjusting their poses as I worked.

My heart raced when Julia’s gaze met mine through my easel.

"Do you ever wonder why Adrianna chose you for this project?" Julia asked, her voice low and teasing.

I hesitated, my brush hovering over the canvas.

"Maybe she knew I'd be inspired by such captivating muses," I replied, trying to keep my tone light despite the sudden tension in the air.