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

I was invited to a private studio session to paint the girls in their underwear, what else could I say but yes?

The idea of the session was to have the women in the group get comfortable being in front of the camera, and what better way than to have them wear next to nothing.

The models were all friends, and Julia Presley was the lead model for this project.

She was the first to be booked, and then she referred all the other models.

It was a great referral incentive, and it worked out great for me because I got to work with some amazing women.

They were all different shapes and sizes, which made the project interesting.

I was curious to see how they would react when they found out they would be painting each other in lingerie.

Some of them might be uncomfortable at first, and I didn't want anyone to feel exploited.

But I trusted Julia, and she knew I would never ask them to do something they weren't comfortable with.

The models started arriving late afternoon, and they all seemed excited to be there.

I think Julia did a great job at explaining everything that would happen during the session.

I set up my easel near the window, so I could get a good light on the models.

I was trying to focus on the technical aspects of the shoot, like lighting and composition, rather than how provocative they were posing.

But it was hard not to notice how beautiful they all looked.

Julia noticed me staring at their shoes and sashayed over.

She was wearing six-inch heels that clicked against the hardwood floor as she walked.

"Like them? They're my new favourite. I think they make our legs look longer."

She lifted one foot out in front of her, so I could see her shoe more clearly.

"They do elongate your legs. The arch of your foot is higher, so it makes your calf look longer. And the height of the heel lifts your backside, which changes the way your back looks too."

The other girls came over to see what we were talking about, and they all lifted their feet out to show me their shoes.

Lisa had on a pair of stilettos that looked similar to Julia's.

"Want to see how they change my gait?"

Lisa asked, and then she walked a circle around my easel.

Her hips swayed with each step, and it was hard not to notice how much sexier she looked in those shoes. The other girls started walking around too, and I realized that these shoes weren't just accessories for the shoot; they were integral to the artistic vision.

I adjusted my canvas slightly so I could capture their silhouettes better from this angle.

My pencil started moving across the paper, sketching out their rough shapes.

Julia stood at my easel, her pencil poised.

She was wearing a pair of heels that were similar to Lisa's, but they were a little taller.

Her feet clicked against the hardwood floor as she walked closer.

She stopped beside me, and I realized how much taller she was than me.

Even without her heels, she would have been at least a head taller than me.

"Let's see how we measure up," Julia said, pressing her shoulder against mine.

The other girls came over to see what we were doing, and they all stood in a circle around us.

They smelled like perfume and silk, and their bodies brushed against mine as they moved.

Lisa stepped forward and put her hand on top of my head, then Julia's.