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

When I got the call to come to a private studio and paint a group of women in their underwear, I couldn’t resist.

The women were all friends, and they wanted to do something special and interesting.

I was happy to oblige.

As an artist, I was always looking for interesting and different subjects.

When Julia, the lead model and organizer of the session, told me what they had in mind, I was curious and excited.

How would I depict the women?

What story would I try to tell with my painting?

When I arrived at the studio, I saw that it was a great space.

There were large windows in the ceiling to let in natural light.

The women were all there, chatting and laughing as they put on their makeup and fixed their hair.

They were all beautiful in different ways, and I was excited to see them pose together.

Julia was tall and slender with flowing hair the color of honey.

She reminded me of a goddess.

I moved to my easel and arranged my materials.

My hands were shaking a little as I set up.

The wooden surface of the easel felt solid under my fingers.

Julia settled into the chaise lounge and posed for me.

She was wearing a black silk bra and matching panties.

The fabric was smooth and shiny, catching the light from above.

Her hair cascaded over one shoulder, and her eyes sparkled in the light.

I began to draw her with charcoal, capturing the initial pose.

One leg was extended out in front of her, and her back was arched just so.

The other women watched me intently as I worked, their whispers and giggles fading into the background.

I focused on Julia’s curves and lines, my strokes becoming more confident with each passing minute.

The painting would reveal their strength and vulnerability, a testament to their shared journey.

The charcoal moved smoothly across the canvas, capturing Julia’s form.

But something felt incomplete.

The other women gathered behind me, their warm breath on my neck as they studied my work.

Lisa’s fingers brushed my shoulder as she leaned in closer.

"It’s good, but…"

She trailed off, her words hanging in the air.

I paused, looking at the conservative poses and standard lingerie.

It didn’t feel right for these bold women.

My heart raced as I lowered my charcoal.

"What if we tried something more daring?"

I suggested, gesturing at their clothing.

"Something that really pushes limits?"

Julia’s eyes lit up as she reached for her bra strap, but Lisa grabbed her wrist.

"Wait, Julia," Lisa said, her voice steady but urgent.

"Before we go any further, there's something you all need to know."

The room fell silent as Lisa took a deep breath, her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn.