MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Jim

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 class again, staring at the nude male model and trying to get my pencil sketch just right.

I was only halfway through the class when the model struck a pose that caught my attention.

He was sitting so that his back was turned, just enough to give me a good view of both his ass and his sling.

"Where do the sling straps go?"

I asked the model, pointing to his front with my pencil.

"You know, so I can get it just right."

The model looked down, checking on the placement of the straps.

"They go between my legs, underneath my scrotum."

He gave me a little wink.

I leaned forward on my stool, studying the way the straps wrapped around his thighs.

I looked at where they dipped between his legs, my pencil moving deliberately across the paper as I sketched in the subtle shadows where the material disappeared.

The model shifted a little, keeping his pose but angling his head so that he could watch me work.

The movement caused the straps to pull tighter, creating new lines for me to capture.

I was so focused on getting every detail just right that I didn't even notice the other students glancing back and forth between their sketches and mine until one of them whispered something to another, causing both of them to giggle.

I ignored them, focusing on perfecting the shading where the straps disappeared between his legs.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, but I stayed seated, determined to finish capturing the moment.

I packed up my supplies slowly, pretending not to notice as the model walked over to my desk.

He had his robe back on now, but I could still remember the way those straps had pulled tight between his legs.

I tucked my detailed sketches into my portfolio, careful not to smudge them.

The model leaned against my desk, still radiating warmth from the bright studio lights.

"Your attention to detail is impressive," he said, fingers trailing along the edge of my sketchbook.

"I do private sessions, you know. Much more... thorough than class allows."

His eyes met mine, and I felt my cheeks flush.

I nodded, considering the offer as I closed my sketchbook with a quiet resolve.