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Talking about sessionettes / Re: Ms Melissa
« Last post by artax on Today at 04:24:15 am »Completely agree with the above statement - I’ve seen her off and on for probably 15 years- at first there were a lot of cancellations- excuses — some hard to believe stories- but in the end always had a good time when I saw her- she had been pretty reliable for a while but noticed the last year or so that there have been more cancellations, stories and excuses. One time maybe 10 years ago, she kept me waiting close to an hour, said she fell asleep, anyway had the session and she insisted that I pay her $50 less than her rate b/c the inconvenience.
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UK and Ireland Female Bodybuilding, Physique, Figure, Bikini, Wellness and Fitness / Re: Sophie Neuman
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UK and Ireland Female Bodybuilding, Physique, Figure, Bikini, Wellness and Fitness / Re: Elizabeth Ryder
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Fitness, Figure, Bikini & Wellness / Re: AGNIESZKA KOWANSKA
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European Female Bodybuilding & Physique Competitors / Re: Aneta Heluszka
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Muscular Women Fiction / Re: Wife Training
« Last post by Wookey on Today at 04:01:57 am »Yes. The sooner she ditches Mark and moves on to Cord the better. K++++
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Muscular Women Fiction / Re: Wife Training
« Last post by taoschild on Today at 03:45:25 am »Thanks for the praise guys - this was a reject story for the anthology so I wasn't sure you'd like it.
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Over the next few months, the gym became Sarah's second home. Gone were the days of mindless cardio and light dumbbells. She attacked the weights with anger, meticulously planned her workouts, and force-fed herself protein like an Olympic athlete.
One day, as she hoisted a weight that would have made Mark crane his neck from the recliner, a familiar voice echoed in the cavernous gym. “Damn, Sarah, you're getting ripped!” She looked up to see Cord grinning at her.
A sheepish grin spread across her face. “Just trying to keep up.”
“I think you’ve already caught up,” he chuckled. “Maybe someday, with the right help, you could get really big or strong.”
“Strong,” she repeated, the word tasting like a promise. “I want to be really strong, like freaky strong.”
Cord’s easy grin faltered a touch. “Well, that might take some...uh, help, depending on your goals,” he admitted, scratching the back of his shaved head.
The insinuation of elicit drugs to help her sent a jolt through Sarah. Steroids, growth hormones, the whole lot were taboo. They were whispered in hushed corners of the gym, but Sarah had seen their mind-blowing results as well.
“What about the risks?” she pressed.
Cord’s head swiveled left and right before his eyes caught hers again. “Risks are everywhere, Sarah. You gotta weigh them against the reward. Look, I’m not pushing anything, but if you're serious… you need to make sure you’re not getting crap and I know where the good stuff…” he trailed off.
“I… I’d like to think about it… no, I want to try it,” she finished her cheeks redenning.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push.”
“I’m sure,” she said with a nod.
Cord's voice dropped to a whisper. “Okay, first ones on me. Follow me.”
Cord led her to a dimly lit back room that was crammed with discarded free weights and dumbbells not found on the public floor. He rummaged through a battered gym bag, pulling out a vial filled with a clear liquid and a package of syringes.
Sarah's breath hitched. This wasn't following a workout plan or chugging protein shakes; this was a line she hadn't intended to cross.
Cord seemed to sense her hesitation. "Cold feet?" he asked, his voice devoid of judgment. “It’s okay.”
“No,” she said, with a voice firmer than she felt.
Cord prepped the syringe with practiced efficiency and Sarah watched the clear liquid fill the vial. “Okay, then bend over and pull your leggings down.”
There was a raw vulnerability in the act, a surrender to the unknown and have a stranger touch her in a more sensual way than Mark had in months. “This will make me stronger,” she whispered.
“Much,” he said, tapping her firm alabaster glutes and then inserting the shot. The moment the cool liquid breached her skin, a jolt of energy surged through her. It wasn't pain, but a tingling warmth that spread outwards from the injection site, a current coursing through her veins. It felt almost...sensual, a forbidden pleasure rippling through her muscles, awakening a dormant power within her.
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Over the next few months, the gym became Sarah's second home. Gone were the days of mindless cardio and light dumbbells. She attacked the weights with anger, meticulously planned her workouts, and force-fed herself protein like an Olympic athlete.
One day, as she hoisted a weight that would have made Mark crane his neck from the recliner, a familiar voice echoed in the cavernous gym. “Damn, Sarah, you're getting ripped!” She looked up to see Cord grinning at her.
A sheepish grin spread across her face. “Just trying to keep up.”
“I think you’ve already caught up,” he chuckled. “Maybe someday, with the right help, you could get really big or strong.”
“Strong,” she repeated, the word tasting like a promise. “I want to be really strong, like freaky strong.”
Cord’s easy grin faltered a touch. “Well, that might take some...uh, help, depending on your goals,” he admitted, scratching the back of his shaved head.
The insinuation of elicit drugs to help her sent a jolt through Sarah. Steroids, growth hormones, the whole lot were taboo. They were whispered in hushed corners of the gym, but Sarah had seen their mind-blowing results as well.
“What about the risks?” she pressed.
Cord’s head swiveled left and right before his eyes caught hers again. “Risks are everywhere, Sarah. You gotta weigh them against the reward. Look, I’m not pushing anything, but if you're serious… you need to make sure you’re not getting crap and I know where the good stuff…” he trailed off.
“I… I’d like to think about it… no, I want to try it,” she finished her cheeks redenning.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push.”
“I’m sure,” she said with a nod.
Cord's voice dropped to a whisper. “Okay, first ones on me. Follow me.”
Cord led her to a dimly lit back room that was crammed with discarded free weights and dumbbells not found on the public floor. He rummaged through a battered gym bag, pulling out a vial filled with a clear liquid and a package of syringes.
Sarah's breath hitched. This wasn't following a workout plan or chugging protein shakes; this was a line she hadn't intended to cross.
Cord seemed to sense her hesitation. "Cold feet?" he asked, his voice devoid of judgment. “It’s okay.”
“No,” she said, with a voice firmer than she felt.
Cord prepped the syringe with practiced efficiency and Sarah watched the clear liquid fill the vial. “Okay, then bend over and pull your leggings down.”
There was a raw vulnerability in the act, a surrender to the unknown and have a stranger touch her in a more sensual way than Mark had in months. “This will make me stronger,” she whispered.
“Much,” he said, tapping her firm alabaster glutes and then inserting the shot. The moment the cool liquid breached her skin, a jolt of energy surged through her. It wasn't pain, but a tingling warmth that spread outwards from the injection site, a current coursing through her veins. It felt almost...sensual, a forbidden pleasure rippling through her muscles, awakening a dormant power within her.
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Muscular Women Fiction / Re: Wife Training
« Last post by Jaguar on Today at 03:30:22 am »Great start Taoschild ! I'm anxious to read more !!!
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