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True Stories - post yours here
« on: March 11, 2015, 07:52:30 pm »
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One of the benefits of living in NYC is the amount of people that I encounter during any given day. The public buses put me  and anyone else for that matter shoulder to shoulder with strangers.
A particular warm spring day found me on a bus toward my apartment. It was a busy weekday in 2004 and the bus was crowded.
Curiously scanning the mass of fellow riders my eyes were stopped by a pair of black patent leather high heels. I don't have a shoe fetish but I could instantly tell that the wearer must be a woman with confidence and flare.

As my eyes moved from the shoes up past her ankle I saw - now, part of the interest in seeing so many city women dressed professionally or to go out for the evening is the baring of their legs that get so much exercise in their heels -  the mysterious woman had calves that were shaped out of steel and connected to her ankles by vivid strands of tendons like iron bands.
Unfortunately(?), this was all I could see of her... the bus being crowded by your average out of shape city dweller.

Another bus stop comes and goes and my continued peeking at my mystery woman's diamond-shaped hard calves is building a frustration of wanting to see the rest of this rare treasure dug up among the asphalt streets. A few riders depart.
Now, I look up to where her hands grasp a support bar. Long slender fingers meet a neat French manicure, her hand makes a fist around the metal. I follow vascular veins that stand out on the back of her hand to a forearm that is as hard and roped with muscle as this mystery amazon's calves.

Each jerky stop or lurch of the bus communicates into her vascular, shapely hands and forearms... the muscles contract and stand out.. I imagine the metal beneath them being crushed under the might of this woman's strength... a city bus weighing in tons succumbing to the power deliciously on display in a woman's hands.

I can see her now... and she sees me.

She is not tall. 5 ft. 5 maybe. I put her age as a good 10 years my senior (she looked around 50). Apart from the peek I had of her muscled hands and feet what catches my eye next is her shortly cropped hair that is tinted platinum blonde. The bangs of which feather themselves into her hazel eyes... eyes that the confident owner now trained on mine.

Beneath the hazel eyes her cupid's bow of a mouth painted bright red curls up on either side. She KNOWS. This 50-ish year old is giving me the look of a hungry cougar. I catch the sign of her standing taller, elongating her entire frame.

I dutifully look at what my feline dominatrix wants me to see and appreciate.

Her platinum short hair and hazel eyes are set off by a mid-length black and sleeveless dress. The neck hugs her throat but the lack of showing cleavage is made-up by the breast hugging tightness of the fabric. A perfect arch of c-cups stretch teasingly as if wanting to escape... they look firm and enhanced to about 36 inches. A bolt of electric gratitude and excitement at this woman's display of her body tugs at my entire nervous system... Her eyes invite mine to see more.

As she elongated her body with the aide of the metal bar above her head she moved her eyes downward to settle on those calves that presided over the leather shine of the black high heels. I dutifully followed her gaze. She propped herself up on her toes causing her calves to contract and shine with the tightness of pure muscle thundering beneath her taut skin.
Diamonds can only cut diamonds I crazily though... and she was cut.

I took her display of muscle and self-confidence and turned them into a rare opportunity afforded in daily life.
I moved my gaze from (hungrily.. for she lay her feast at my table with no reservations!) her calves up her legs. A solid swoop of thigh that insinuates itself at the firm base of a rear which is perfectly able to stop traffic and hearts at will... I moved my gaze slightly forward and took in the insisting and assured v-shape of... DING! "This is Third Avenue." - the driver announces that there are only three stops left on this route... I hoped for more time exploring my new rock-hard friend before she suddenly disappeared out the door of the bus and into the millions of people in the city streets!

She moves toward the rear exit door of the bus.
(Don't go now! My head screams).
Her back to me now, I am quickly burning the images of this beautiful strong woman's arms, back, ass and legs.

The bus moves on. She is still before my eyes. Hers are cat-like as she turns her head to smirk at me! (More show for me....ow!)  My desire is causing literal pain in my chest and groin. I take her invite to take her body of hard work in and I look. "You see?" she seems to speak, "I go to the gym to work hard and make my body not only strong but desirable to look at. These child-like mommies and secretar... oops. sorry, Executive Assistants can not touch my amazingly strong body and determination.... and I notice men like you too.. appreciative of what I have made myself and longing to brush your hands against my steel-velvet body and ego"!

The hands grip the supports on either side of the exit door.. (my ears listen for the bell that announces the next stop and possible fleeting departure of my "friend")... I move my attention to her arm which are at right angles now as they grip the side supports. With the rocking motion of the heavy bus her bicep muscles perform contracted flexes in time. She looks unabashedly at her power building up the blood increasingly at once sharpening and highlighting the veins that pound her biceps into mighty sharp peaks. I am awed.
She flicks those eyes and cupid bow red lips at me again... Yes... I admit to her in my head, now swimming with the possibilities that my imagination makes as symbolized by continuing electric shock-waves punishing and pleasing my senses. I want to touch ... feel your strength and willingness to let your ego burst like mass of muscle through your tight dress...Please ... I want...

I smile big and ... DING! She's out the rear door and gone.



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Re: True Stories - post yours here
« Reply #1 on: March 15, 2015, 02:25:24 pm »
I love true stories! i know this question has been asked often. But i`ll try it again. where can i find more true stories :)

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Re: True Stories - post yours here
« Reply #2 on: March 15, 2015, 02:27:17 pm »
and Muscle Sightings !!!

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Re: True Stories - post yours here
« Reply #3 on: March 21, 2015, 07:35:42 pm »
while not super muscular all the girls where i live are super strong and can lift me (230lbs)

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Re: True Stories - post yours here
« Reply #4 on: March 22, 2015, 08:23:45 pm »
About 10+ years ago, I went to a supplement shop in the North of England in a town called Bolton.  There was a woman behind the counter.  She was an ordinary woman, with no muscle tone to speak of,  I got to talking to her about bodybuilding. 

Anyway I didn't return to the shop for a number of months.  But when I returned to the shop, the same woman was behind the counter.  However, she had transformed herself.  She was wearing tight workout clothing the left little to the imagination, and she was now heavily muscled.  She looked amazing, and she had a deeper voice  :)


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Re: True Stories - post yours here
« Reply #5 on: March 25, 2015, 08:21:04 pm »
About 10+ years ago, I went to a supplement shop in the North of England in a town called Bolton.  There was a woman behind the counter.  She was an ordinary woman, with no muscle tone to speak of,  I got to talking to her about bodybuilding. 

Anyway I didn't return to the shop for a number of months.  But when I returned to the shop, the same woman was behind the counter.  However, she had transformed herself.  She was wearing tight workout clothing the left little to the imagination, and she was now heavily muscled.  She looked amazing, and she had a deeper voice  :)

Are you sure the second visit was in Bolton? It might have been in Notlob.

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Re: True Stories - post yours here
« Reply #6 on: March 26, 2015, 01:40:03 am »
REPOST (from exactly one year ago)

Some years ago I went to a Vitamin Shop to buy some protein -  I was travelling and almost out. I saw this incredible woman in the row before I walked down, also looking at the protein. Immediately, you could tell she was no ordinary woman... (really, what woman is alone in the protein aisle? right?)

She was in her fourties and professional looking - like she just came from work/office. She was 5'-3" and at least 140lbs - and you could tell...totally jacked.  She wore this tight fitting dress grey/black dress, dress heels, some jewelry. Light short hair,  beautiful brown eyes. She was radiating...sex and power.

First off, her arms were huge...the sleeveless dress revealing these nice caps, defined triceps and bulging biceps while examining the label of jug of protein. She was tanned and her skin kind of shimmered with the light. Her dress was a little low cut, with some cable-jewelry around her somewhat sinewy neck. There was no hiding that line between her pecs and the definition of each one...nor her full chest. She was "enhanced" perfectly ( not too big) but you could tell she was a woman who had her chest done because she simply was so lean and muscular. Her back was thick but so tiny at the waist. stomach - flat. The material was stretched/straining around her solid chest and wide back. I couldn't believe I had run into her alone.

She exuded confidence and she was happy. Beautiful bright smile-  when a clerk tried to help her. She was so warm and friendly but at the same time telegraphed this "Don't even try to fuck with me - cause I can snap you in half with the same smile. :-)" I think she scared him away, honestly.

The dress went down to her knee but her quads were huge along with her glutes. They were so swollen and you could just tell this woman loved working legs. Her glutes were like giant bowling balls and had great, distinct tie-ins with her hams. Her calves were big as well. I did not need to "ask" if she worked out (OBVIOUSLY), how many years she's trained(A LOT), or if she was single ( NO RING).

I made a joke in the open as I started looking at the protein next to her - that I was looking for the geriatric brand and that she scared away the kid/clerk. She laughed a little. Then I said," You probably have like 18 cats or something...right? Why would you be alone at Vitamin Shop on Friday night!?" She laughed  more and feigned surprise. She flirted back.

At the counter, the clerk asked if we were together - and I just joked," I'm only here to give emotional support through this difficult time." ...and everyone cracked up. I nerved up and asked her, "If you need continued counseling, I'd be willing to see you -  as a patient, of course. You probably can't afford it but I'll offer you a free session over a cup of  coffee if you're free...of course, if at anytime you don't feel it's worth it, you can just get up and can leave!"

She took the bait.

The rest is history. She is my wife today.

Moral of the story: When you spot that hot, muscular woman again, be bold and go up to her like a few of these guys have posted. I  DO HIGHLY recommend though, making no mention of her physique. She knows she's hot and got muscles - everyone knows and they hear it all the time. Be funny and confident - if you just have the slightest looks and any physical attributes, it can be an irresistible combination. That gets you a chance to dance. Then, be interesting, and interested in her for other things besides her muscles and tits. Recognize her intellect and everything else that makes her beautiful. Anyways...this is not a guarantee for all muscular women, but most women. Hopefully, like my wife, they are  not only muscular but totally cool and fun too!

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Re: True Stories - post yours here
« Reply #7 on: April 21, 2017, 12:08:13 pm »
Just a little happier nowadays..

I've been a follower of female bodybuilding for quite a few yrs now.
I've seen the most beautiful physical species come from female bodybuilding period..
Then the mags and the bodybuilding authority started attacking the women with muscle.
It worried me when they picked up the pace. all of a sudden bikini girls became part of the scene, and the muscle girls were being pushed aside. the mags where cutting off the muscle women from their publication's. it was pissing me off no end.
Then they got rid of the ms Olympia  for the big girls.. what an insult..they gloated feeling they had saved the world from destruction..all the muscle women haters felt great.. but the internet fan's wouldn't go away.
Mags now can't dictate what to show us..now I see female muscle now more than ever before.
Man I even saw a muslim muscle woman working out.even though she was covered. the muscles still bulged thru her clothing.
Seeing that has made me
Just a little happier nowadays..

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Re: True Stories - post yours here
« Reply #8 on: May 14, 2017, 05:02:26 am »
REPOST (from exactly one year ago)

Some years ago I went to a Vitamin Shop to buy some protein -  I was travelling and almost out. I saw this incredible woman in the row before I walked down, also looking at the protein. Immediately, you could tell she was no ordinary woman... (really, what woman is alone in the protein aisle? right?)

She was in her fourties and professional looking - like she just came from work/office. She was 5'-3" and at least 140lbs - and you could tell...totally jacked.  She wore this tight fitting dress grey/black dress, dress heels, some jewelry. Light short hair,  beautiful brown eyes. She was radiating...sex and power.

.......

She took the bait.

The rest is history. She is my wife today.
...


Really like the truth story.
Well done.

Be happy

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« Reply #9 on: May 20, 2017, 12:55:51 am »
Back in college around 2006 I had a fling with a girl named Mary Ellen. I remember seeing her for the first time, absolutely gorgeous...like a bigger Kate Beckinsale type. Tall too, about 5'10. She had a hippie vibe to her too and my lust for her was a double whammy because she wore either flip flops or came to class barefoot. But what was odd was that was pretty much the only thing she exposed until the weather got very warm, her upper body was also hidden underneath big sweaters, zip up sweatshirts etc.

Finally one day she came to class with a more form fitting long sleeved shirt and I nearly fainted. You could literally see her thick six pack right through the shirt. Just solid granite bricks.

Later I found out she was a fanatical high school athlete...swimming, lacrosse, heavy background in gymnastics despite her height.

I'll go into more detail every but I don't think I've ever literally salivated over a woman like I did for her.

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« Reply #10 on: July 11, 2017, 02:43:20 pm »
Having been a student of female muscle for years now, it all started when I got the wind knock out of me 5 years old. By a girl same age and her brother was teaching her how to box and take care of herself. Now couple years later we had the neighborhood football games, my brother was captain of one team and ended up picking her over me. I ask why he would pick her, and he said she's not afraid of getting hit, the game went on she could take hits tackle and all without any gear on, which,  I thought she had shoulder pads on, no just broad shoulders how I wondered what she doing that I'm not. Her brother on the other team said winners choice to his sister, she agreed then said we have to win. Game was tied and I chased the other team member running for a touch down and I jumped a flying tackle and down he went close to the line, she thought that was best tackle congratulated me on nice take down. We lost anyway, and then she ask her brother the winner, what do I have to do I'm tired I can't walk home [lived 3 blocks away] and what, shoulder ride home with all the gear he had on he weighed 140 back then. Bent down put her head between his legs and grunted a little, then stood up. Brother ribbing me saying that why I picked her over you. She walked through an open field to the train tracks 2 blocks stopped put him down walk across track picked him up and home. Went to a parochial school girls had to uniforms, boys dress pants and she could sweat on the coldest day. Why, later we were in 4th grade the nuns, like to use rulers to stop talking or what ever, smack on the the arm or back. She was in the back talking to her girl friend, the nun came up behind her and smack, hard on the shoulder she swung around and told her in a stern voice don't ever do that again, she grabbed her by her arm and stopped looked surprised turn went back to teaching the class. 8th grade came by now she looks bigger than the other girls and boys, but she still wears long sleeves shirts and 3 pairs of knee high socks every day. My sister ask about her one day and what do you know about her well I know not to pick a fight with her. She told me she found out why she dresses long sleeves [baggy] and 3 pair of socks, she got muscles and I'm talking big muscles on her arm and lower legs. Sister said watch when she yawn and stretches her arms fill those sleeves right up. And yes my sister knew I had a thing with girls and muscles [not a lot back then] it took a while about 2 months before I saw her arms swell up, but are they just fat or big. I had to find out, how my prayers were answered in the form of a fight after school against her best friend big misunderstanding between both of them. You said no you said which led to the fight. All around kids formed a wall to keep the teacher from finding out what was going on. She knew how to fight and gave lessons to her friend of many years. Both took their stances fist up close to their faces walking around than one kid started to say get going, and pushed her friend into her as she was being pushed she grabbed her sleeve with one hand and hit with other in the face ripping sleeve right off and on way down pushed her socks down. Got up right away just to be missed by a upper cut someone said they heard air being pushed out of way if she connected she would have knocked her off her feet. Just then four or five boys grabbed a hold of her and the fight was over. Her friend just turned and walk away, then the teachers came out and sent us home. Talk about it tomorrow in class. Now her arms were muscular and her calves were so big  and muscular that when I got the honor of walking her home she came out and told why she covered her arms and legs her mother noticed what she looking like and girls are supposed to have muscles.



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« Reply #11 on: August 11, 2017, 07:25:46 pm »
This was happend me about 13 years ago. Me and my lady friend were 18 years old at that time. One day we sat next to each other and talking abouth things I don't remember now, but somehow the saradas subject come up. She known that I like girls who playing sport because of the strength and muscle. Long story short, at that time my lady friend was a hobby runner, so when the subject came up, she said to me to grab her calf. I said ok, and took my hand to her calf under her jeans. And because of the jeans I could'n see only feel her calfandit was big and hard. I said her  'wow your calf is big' or something like that, then she smiled and start to flex the calf. It turned out that her calf was 50% flexed when I touched it, so I coud feel that her calf aze getting more bigger and harder ang it was awesome. When she looked my face she start to laugh because she was aware of how muscular her calf. We are good friends still but sadly she not care for her legs nowdays. This is one of my favourite memory.Sorry for my english it's not the best but I hope you understand what I want to tell.

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« Reply #12 on: August 22, 2017, 01:01:44 pm »
My first contact with a muscle girl was a long time ago. I was 14. She was a schoolmate, a skating champion who worked out a lot. That wasn't quite common in these years. She was awesome, great muscles, lovely face, smart, gentle. I have a crush with her.
When my friend and her became a pair, i couldn't stand it. I make fun of her for hours, just because i was jealous.

At break time she grabbed me by my collar and stuck me against a tree. She asked me to apologize, i didn't. Thus, she kept me there pinned against the tree before all our schoolmates. I was unable to move, she had grown to a real amazon, and  at 14 i was still small and weak. That was so easy to her, she kept me there all the break time long.

I was both aroused and humiliated.
When she noticed she lifted me off the floor, a good foot, and called her friends to show them my tent pole. Sadly that strength feat was too much for me and i came in my pants before the whole class.
She released me and slapped me. Telling me how disgusting that was, how pitiful I was, and finally that she didn't want to ear about me anymore. Then, I wasn't only aroused and humiliated, I felt my whole life to collapse, as I had collapsed at the base of the tree.

No need to tell that i went directly home that day.

I came back the day after, decided to apologize to her, at break time.
I didn't expect what was coming next.
She grabbed me forcefully and pulled me to the fence. Then, she inserted my head between two bars and tightened them around my neck. She unzipped my pants and whispered, 'Next time, I pull them down, loser'.

She let me there, as it was the end of break time. I remained there 2 hours,  trapped and unable to unbend the bars. No way to free myself.
A friend tried to help me at lunch time, he couldn't. The bars were thick irons bars and they required an tremendous force to unbend them. A couple of friends more tried with the same result. Finally, her boyfriend, friend of mine, told her to release me and she agreed.
She did it so easily.
So powerful. So beautiful.
Despite the humiliation, I have never forgotten her.



I'm Totocom (aka Scat, in another time...)

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