MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Цветомир Тодоров Драганов 26г.

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 couldn’t pass that up.

I knew the girls would be comfortable with their bodies, and I would have a great time painting all of the women together.

I had worked with Julia before, and she was great.

She was always the lead model in the sessions I did with her.

The other girls looked up to her, and she seemed to know what she wanted to do before the photographer did.

I set up my easel near the window, and started arranging my brushes.

The girls were all lounging on velvet cushions, chatting and laughing.

They were all wearing elegant lingerie, and it seemed like they had chosen the pieces for effect as much as for art.

Julia’s perfume wafted closer as she walked over to me.

I looked up, and saw her inspecting my easel.

"Hi Julia," I said, trying to focus on unpacking my paints.

She was wearing a black corset with lace trim, and a matching thong.

Her hair was down around her shoulders, and her makeup was subtle but enhanced her features.

She looked beautiful.

I had painted her before, but not in lingerie.

I wondered if she would be self-conscious about it, or if she would be okay with it.

I was a little nervous about painting her in lingerie, since I knew her so well.

"Hi Adrianna," she said, leaning against my easel. "I’m excited that you could come."

Her fingers drummed against the easel, and I saw that my hands were shaking slightly as I unpacked my paints.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"Me too," I said.

"I was wondering if I could bring someone with me?"

I asked, looking at her out of the corner of my eye.

"Who?"

She asked me, turning to look at the other girls who were lounging across the room from us.

"Mark," I said, focusing on getting out the right paints for the skin tones I would need to do Julia’s portrait.

"He’s really good at figure studies."

Julia’s body tensed up slightly at that, and I wondered if she had a problem with Mark being there?

"He’s been doing them for years," I said, trying to reassure her. "This is a private session," Julia said coolly.

"We agreed - just you and the photographer."

I gripped my charcoal a little tighter, and tried to steady my hand.

It was shaking slightly.

"Okay," I said softly.

"Let’s get started then."

Julia smiled, and walked over to the velvet chaise lounge in the middle of the room.

She sat down on it, and arched her back slightly, extending one leg out in front of her while draping the other arm above her head.

The other girls watched intently as I made the first marks on my canvas.

The rough lines sketched out Julia’s silhouette - the curve of her hip, the graceful line of her neck.

I tried to focus on the technical aspects of what I was doing - proportion, shadow, form.