Muscle Therapy

[taoschild]

Hey guys, I'm re-releasing Muscle Therapy tomorrow with at a 20% discount. You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login  I'm really looking for reviews too, so if you leave one on Amazon (and email me a copy of it - you can reach my email from my website: You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login ), I'll give you a free copy of the sequel.  Here is the copy cover and a section of Chapter 2 that I will continue. This is after his girlfriend dumped him for having a muscle fetish:
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He spent his life hiding his obsession with muscular women. Now, he's ready to find out just how far his desire will take him.

When Kyle Thompson is outed at work and to his fiancée as a man with a muscle fetish, the secret he's spent his adult life concealing threatens to unravel everything. But humiliation and heartbreak soon give way to something unexpected: freedom. For the first time, Kyle stops fighting his deepest desires and starts pursuing the women who have always fueled his fantasies. What he discovers is a world of muscular physiques, irresistible power, sexual exploration, and desires far more complicated than he ever imagined.

His journey of self-discovery brings him face-to-face with people who challenge everything he thought he knew about himself and what he wants from a woman.

A perceptive female therapist encourages him to cast aside society's expectations and embrace his authentic desires. A group of like-minded men offers the acceptance he's never known, reassuring him that he isn't alone in his fascination with female muscle. And then there are the muscular women themselves that are impossible for Kyle to resist.

Josie, whom he meets during a muscle-worship session, becomes his sexy confidante, opening the door to experiences he once only dared to imagine.

Kristi, a formidable national-level bodybuilding competitor, leaves him feeling utterly powerless in the presence of her extraordinary strength. Yet beneath her commanding physique lies a woman who struggles to let anyone get close.

Dakota seems to have everything Kyle could want, but even the most enticing fantasy can conceal unexpected complications.

As Kyle ventures deeper into the world of muscular women, his fantasies become reality—and reality proves far more exhilarating, unpredictable, and emotionally demanding than he anticipated. Can Kyle find a woman who fulfills his deepest fantasies while offering the love and connection he craves or will the pursuit of his fetish leave him discovering that what he wants and what he needs are two very different things?

Muscle Therapy provocative journey into female muscle worship, erotic discovery, and the search for love beyond society's expectations, this is a story about embracing your desires—and discovering what happens when fantasy meets reality.
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With Elaine around becoming a member of a muscle site would have been unthinkable. Now that she was gone, presto. I signed up, put in my credit card number, and tooled around figuring it out a bit. I popped into a few of the muscle girls' chat rooms and observed the mechanics. Apparently, you bought credits that were paid out per minute. Girls would select different settings and you would pay by the setting. There were a number that were in the free rooms, but I quickly discovered that the higher tiered rooms offered women much readier to shed clothing and flex for their money.

Suddenly MuscleBod appeared. I knew her better as Oana, a well-regarded national competitor. She had striations on top of cuts which was all made possible by the sheer enormity of her muscles. I joined the chat and watched her strip and flex her thick tight muscles. Yes, it turned me on a lot, but I soon figured out that beating off in front of a computer, even if the woman on the other side was real and responding to my clicks and texts, wasn't going to fill my need. Eventually, I gave up, logged off, and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning preparing to continue counting the ways I would benefit from not having Elaine in the house. Number one, I could make a fashion statement by walking around in my underwear in a totally slovenly fashion. A second benefit, of course, was drinking milk right out of the carton. And finally, flipping the computer on to watch muscle porn without someone looking over your shoulder and judging you. I sat reading the paper eating my cereal with porn on in the background. Yep, I had it great.

I was miserable.

As I read the paper my concentration strayed to the topic I was trying not to think about because I had no solution. But then it dawned on me, a muscle worship session. I had long regretted not engaging in a muscle worship session before I started dating Elaine. What's stopping me now?

These hour-long sessions featured muscular women and bodybuilders wrestling, arm wrestling, massaging, and lifting and carrying men. Sessions varied but they were always sexual in nature, and you could pick out different women, of course, for a price. It seemed to border on prostitution, but the lack of expectation of sex was the main difference, at least that is what I told myself. Of course, all of the reviews had labels next to them which I eventually
figured out. FS equaled full sex while a happy ending revealed a hand job. Honestly though, despite my hesitation, I knew I needed to do
this. If I'm ever going to figure out the extent of my attraction to muscular women, I'm going to have to be intimate with one in the flesh.

Accustomed to research, I dove in and prepared in detail for the sessions. I decided to coincide my session with a visit to Las Vegas to watch a bodybuilding competition. That way I could knock out two birds with one stone. It wasn't often that a sessionette traveled to New Mexico anyway, so travel was necessary. In addition, I was scheduled to begin therapy soon after my trip. A muscle worship session after I began therapy might not be the best way to handle my 'problem.'

Instead, the therapy could be my detox.

My research had led me to the conclusion that I should experience a session with a really big girl and a more fit and cut one like a physique competitor. That way I could really explore how much muscle I liked on a woman when I was up close and personal, so to speak.

I started at You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login to get an idea of what wrestlers and muscle worship sessions would be available in Las Vegas when I was there. Next, I went to forum saradas to read the countless reviews of different performers. I was focused and finally felt I was accomplishing something for the first time in days. For the first session, I decided to go with an absolutely enormous woman, in terms of muscle.

Cosette was just 5'1" but her weight varied between 145 and 200 pounds. Various reports said that her biceps were between 17 and 19 inches. Her pecs were so enormous that her sheets of muscle rivaled a regular-sized woman in terms of pure volume in the chest area. There were videos of her taking a hammer and slamming it against her chest without her batting an eyelid. Fortunately, she would be traveling to the bodybuilding contest in Vegas at the perfect time for an appointment with her. The reviews were so good that I would pay a little extra to see her rather than some of the locals. I sent the email.

The other woman, I was less sure about. She was a local from Las Vegas, and she had no reviews. When I asked people on various forums about her, nobody knew anything. However, the pictures associated with her account were just stunning. In terms of her muscularity and her shape, she seemed perfect. Still, there was uncertainty. No review, her face was somewhat in the shadows or photoshopped out altogether, and how recent were the pictures? Still,
something about her profile led me to want to roll the dice on her, and it wasn't just her sculpted muscularity that screamed, incredible beauty.

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