MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Argyrhs Manwlhs

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 had never been to a private studio session before.

The only experience I had with photography was a little over a year ago at my senior portraits.

The girls all asked me to come and take photos with them, and I was given an invitation to paint from the photographs.

I was told the theme was lingerie, and it would be a group shot.

I had no idea what to expect, but I was excited to see the girls again.

They had all become friends, and I had been asked to do another piece for Julia.

This time, however, it would be with the other girls, and I would get to see them in their underwear.

I was curious about how the girls would look in their underwear and what poses they would have us do.

I had no idea it would be a full blown erotic session.

Walking into the studio, I saw all of the girls getting ready.

They were putting on their lingerie while talking about the poses that they wanted to do.

It seemed that Julia was not only the main model for this piece, but also the organizer of the session.

I weaved between the scattered chairs and cushions, my art supplies clutched tightly against my chest as I made my way to Julia.

She was perched on a velvet ottoman, adjusting the strap of her black lace teddy.

The other girls parted like water, making a path for me to get to Julia while exchanging knowing glances.

Julia's eyes met mine as I approached, and she patted the space beside her.

I sat down next to her, spreading my sketches out on my lap.

She leaned close to me, her perfume filling the air around us as her bare shoulder brushed against mine.

She pointed to one of the sketches, and her finger traced the lines of the drawing.

"You should do this pose," she whispered in my ear.

I nodded, setting up my easel and canvas near the ottoman.

I was trying to focus on the technical aspects of setting up my workspace, but her warmth lingered beside me.

The other girls were settling into their initial poses, and I noticed Lisa giving me playful glances as she adjusted her position on the chaise lounge.

Julia rose from the ottoman, and I watched as she walked over to a nearby table where professional camera equipment was laid out.

She picked up a sleek black camera, testing its weight in her hands.

My brush hovered over the palette as she approached me again.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Did you know this isn't just for us?" Julia said, her voice low but teasing.

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling a sudden rush of curiosity.

"We're filming a behind-the-scenes documentary," she replied, grinning.

I nodded, my gaze drifting to the camera as she held it up, capturing the studio scene before us.

"The photographer will be here any minute. He's going to film us getting ready and setting up the shot. We'll do some poses together, and then he'll take over to get individual shots."

Her words hung in the air as she turned to adjust the lighting.

I moved around the studio, adjusting each spotlight one by one while keeping my eyes on Julia.

She lounged on the ottoman again, her black lace catching the light as I shifted each lamp.

The warm glow highlighted different curves with each adjustment - her collarbone, the slope of her hip, the arch of her foot.

Lisa sprawled on the chaise beside her, watching me with obvious amusement as I worked.

When I reached for the final light, Julia stretched deliberately.

The lace pulled taut against her body, drawing my eyes to her skin.