MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

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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

firstperson protagonist, female, young artist, relationships with the models, petite with sharp features, curious and creative

Julia Presley

protagonist, female, lead model and organizer of the session, friends with other models, tall with flowing hair, confident and flirtatious

Lisa Torres

side protagonist, female, another model in the group, friends with Julia and Adrianna, athletic build with striking eyes, playful and mischievous

I was at the coffee shop again, and Julia asked me to come over to her table.

She had a friend with her.

A gorgeous woman with a athletic build, and hair as black as mine, but shorter.

"Hey Adrianna. I wanted you to meet Lisa Torres. She’s a model, and a friend of mine."

"Hi Lisa. I’m Adrianna Presley."

"Hi back at you," she said, shaking my hand.

"Julia told me that you’re an artist."

"That’s right. I paint, and I’m currently working on a project."

"What kind of project?"

I fidgeted with my coffee cup, watching the dark liquid swirl.

The cafe was busy, but it all seemed to fade away as I gathered my thoughts.

"I’m doing a series of intimate portraits. I want to celebrate the beauty of the feminine form."

Lisa leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with interest.

"That sounds amazing. What kind of setup are you thinking?"

I explained my vision for the studio, the lighting, the poses I wanted to capture.

I kept my voice low, as other patrons passed our table.

"And what about clothing? Or lack thereof?"

Lisa asked, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"I was thinking lingerie. I want to emphasize the sensuality of the female form."

Julia smiled at me, and touched my arm.

"Sounds like a great idea. When do you want to get started?"

I felt my cheeks flush at her touch, but I tried to focus on her question.

"I was thinking maybe next week? I’ll need to set up the studio first."

Lisa pulled out her phone from her purse.

"I’m free next Thursday. How about you, Julia?"

Julia nodded, and Lisa turned to me.

"Great, we’ll be there at 2 pm."

I thanked them, and watched as they left the cafe.

I felt a flutter in my chest, but I tried to push it away.

I had work to do.

I arrived at the studio early, and set up my easel.

Lisa and Julia were already there, lounging on the chaise lounge.

They were wearing matching black lingerie sets with lace trim, and looked absolutely stunning.

I felt my hands tremble as I pulled out my phone.

I pretended to check the reference photos I’d taken of them at the cafe, but really, I was activating the camera app.

I felt a pang of guilt as I positioned the phone among my art supplies, lens pointing at the models.

But I pushed it aside.

This was for art. "Hey Adrianna, can you get some poses of us together?"

Julia called out from her position on the chaise lounge.

She was leaning back against the armrest, while Lisa sat in front of her, nestled between her legs.

Their bodies were intertwined in a sensual pose that made my heart race.

"Can you lift your leg over Julia’s shoulder?"

I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Lisa did as I asked, and I picked up my charcoal and sketchbook.

I began rough gesture drawings of their poses, making sure to keep my strokes hesitant and loose.