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

"Can you come to a private studio session to paint me and some of the girls in our lingerie?"

Julia Presley asked.

She was a stunning woman I'd met through my work.

We were not quite friends, but a little more than acquaintances.

We had a mutual respect for each other and had kept in touch.

She was the first woman I'd met who had sparked my interest in more than just friendship.

I didn't know if it was her sharp jawline, slender build, flowing hair, or her confidence.

She was the kind of woman who could command a room's attention with a glance.

She was also the first woman I felt a spark of attraction to.

I'd never considered relationships with women before, but I found myself wanting to get to know her better.

"Which clothes?"

I asked.

"Lingerie."

"My painting isn't that way. It will be respectful toward you and the other models."

"Of course. I'm not looking for anything inappropriate."

I set up my easel near the window, trying to maintain a professional composure.

Julia approached me, placing her hand on my shoulder and trailing her fingers down my arm.

She leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered something in Russian.

My hand shook slightly as I arranged my brushes on the palette.

The other models watched with knowing smiles, Lisa winking at me from her chaise lounge.

Julia stood beside me, her perfume enveloping me as she pretended to examine my canvas setup.

Her hand brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

I nearly dropped my palette.

I tried to focus on mixing the colours, but Julia's proximity made it difficult.

She leaned over my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck as she pointed out details she wanted me to capture.

Her fingers trailed down my arm, sending shivers through me.

The other models shifted and posed, but my attention kept returning to Julia.

She moved behind me, pressing against my back while pretending to study my work.

Her hands slid down to my waist, toying with my belt loops.

I gasped softly when she tugged me backward, away from the easel.

"Julia, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to steady my voice.

She chuckled softly, her lips brushing against my ear.

"Just making sure you know exactly what you're getting into," she murmured, a hint of mischief in her tone.