The Exciting World of Strength and Muscle Fiction

Those of us who worship  muscles are obviously turned on by tangible, real life displays of muscle and strength. Women like Julie Bourassa, Lisa Cross, Robin Hillis etc flexing and pumping their amazing guns as they work out is total ecstasy to us. However, there are those among us whose sheer lust for muscles and strength can't merely be satisfied by the possible. We need more. Our minds need at least the fantasy of women being stronger and more muscular than what is humanly possible. At the moment my wallpaper on my laptop is a cartoon image of supergirl/superwoman bursting through chains as her costume begins to tear. She has the face and tits of a world class pornstar and the muscles of a top class male bodybuilder. (I subsequently found out it was a David C Matthews animation loosely based on Melissa Coates in her prime) The combination of her beauty, bulk and sheer power take my breath away.
Similarly, when reading a few Tetsuko comics by the aforementioned David C Matthews a while ago, I was totally mesmerised and aroused beyond belief. This gorgeous, blonde, buxom herculean goddess was my every wet dream come true. Not just her sensational muscles, but her superhuman impossible strength. Crushing guns with one hand, folding metal doors into little balls, that kind of stuff drives me crazy. So when I saw an issue called 'Derek' where her soon to be ex boyfriend refers to her as a horrible, disgusting freak, I'm wondering what planet he is inhabiting? Were I lucky enough to have a girlfriend as strong and as sexy as Tetsuko, I would worship her daily. Not a moment would go by where I wouldn't look for more romantic and erotic ways to let her know how amazing she was. The beauty of a character like Tetsuko, is because she is depicted as someone who values warmth and personality above all else that the average guy, can allow himself to entertain the notion that were this woman real, she'd  be attainable. After all, women this huge and powerful are so far beyond the realm of what's even possible for the largest male bodybuilder, that nearly all  men appear physically inadequate next to them. So the kind, caring, scrawny or tubby guy, in this fictional world probably has more of a chance than an aggressive 6'5 muscle hulk.

Indeed that is the really appealing thing of female muscle fiction, because they are usually written by fans, they can set the boundaries of what's possible. They can make the male protagonist an average guy that most of us could relate too and have him win the heart of the superhuman goddess in front of him. On the rare occasions that I write muscle and strength fiction publicly on Saradas, this is the vibe I go for. My 'Do You Want Bis with that?' and 'Becky Robinson :Rich and Powerful' stories, both explore these themes.
Both these stories are works in progress (Do you want bis with that is more or less parked) but the Becky Robinson story in particular is essentially a love story where a superhuman muscle goddess,, who through her combination of strength and intelligence has become the world's wealthiest person, has turned her back on meaningless sex with random beefcakes she has no respect for, in favour of committing to her highschool best friend, a physically inadequate man who was the first man to ever accept her for what she was. The character of 'David' in this story, represents all of us who have lusted over a muscle woman but never dreamed they would fall for us. It is complete fiction of course, but it gives a strange sense of satisfaction, certainly to me as the writer and hopefully also to those reading. This story for me is also an interesting experiment in gender role reversals. For years Becky has been almost unconsciously doing what many men are often accused of doing. Dehumanising the men she sleeps with and basically using them as sex objects. Living, breathing sex toys to be used once or maybe a few times for short term pleasure before being discarded and forgotten about. She then makes a radical life decision by deciding to commit to the one man who ever made her feel she deserved more. Muscle fiction allows us to visualise in our mind's eye, musculature and feats of strength not possible within the limits of the real world.

Even moreso, female muscle art, such as that by the great David C Matthews and available from various artists on the Deviant Art website, allows us to physically see these glorious muscles and highly erotic feats of strength. One controversial area in muscle and strength fiction is the sometimes high level of gore and extreme violence. While the Becky Robinson Story is not gorey or violent, some of mine are and a lot of others on Saradas or sites such as 'Xtreme Strength' are too. I would argue though that while objections to violence are understandable, the tone of some of the criticsm of such violence go overboard. It seems to be based on a false assumption that the violence is being glorified. When you think of it however, how is a violent female muscle story any different t the violence in a Stephen King Novel or a Quentin Tarrantino film? Are they somehow endorsing violence too? The fantasy element of such stories lie in the suspension of reality and the idea thatsuch extreme acts  of strength and power are possible. If readers are turned  on by such stories I would like to think it is because of the intense level of muscle and stregth than the grotesque violence. When I write a particularly violent character, they are usually either a superhero with zero tolerance towards violent criminals or a psychotic criminal themseves. In such cases I do not try to hide the evilness of the character, if others misinterpret this, that is not my fault or the fault of the stories. After all if we cannot trust human adults to differentiate between fantasy and reality, then we really are in trouble.

My Becky Robinson story can be found here. http://saradas.org/index.php?topic=323776.0

Why do Musclewomen Turn Me on

What is it about muscular women that makes them so attractive to us schmoes? The first thing to remember when asking that question is that there really is no straight forward answer to that question. reasons are as many and varied as the schmoes themselves. As such, I am not answering for anyone else but myself. However I hope and expect that others who share my love of/ lust for muscle women will see something here that resonates with them. Feel free also to put some of your own perspectives on this in the comments. The list here overlaps somewhat with Marcie Simmons' post on youtube recently about why men become attracted to muscle. However, any similarity is purely coincidental, this list is based on nothing other than my own personal experience. So without further adieu here is my nonscientific, nonexhaustive list of reasons why musclewomen turn me on.

1. Because they just do! Sometimes we try to over-complicate things. Why do musclewomen turn me on? They just do. When I see a very muscular woman, 99% of the time my body just reacts, I get erect and become aroused. We have no control over such things. Even if I didn't want to be turned on by musclewomen, nature would still make the final call.
2. Muscles are pretty! Muscles for me at least, are so pretty to look at. I mean the veins, striations, crevaces and various nooks and crannies of a ripped physique are sheer heaven for me. There really is an almost divine beauty to all those lines. Sheer bliss. To me, these women are artists who create masterpieces with their own bodies. No less than any artist, attention to detail is pivotal. It is those lines that make all the difference and they drive me fucking wild. Now don't get me wrong, I find off season bulk sexy too, but it's a different kind of sexy. It is an attraction based more on power than the aesthetic, I will go more into this later.
3. They are social rebels and that is freaking hot. Society dictates that women are not supposed to be overtly muscular. Those that do are often subject to ridicule and outright discrimination. Women that lift and build muscles are doing so for themselves and are actively defying 'the rules' they are saying loud and proud 'I play by my own rules'. That type of independence is incredibly attractive to me.
4. Female physical superiority is sexy. Unlike some fans of female muscle, I am into domination and humiliation, in a big way. Some guys who love muscular women (I guess they probably wouldn't Identify as schmoes) fantasise about what they'd like to do to a muscular woman. I fantasise about what a muscular woman could do to me. My dream relationship (I emphasise the word dream, because I'm not delusional enough to think I would ever have a hope with a muscular woman) would be with a physically superior woman who respects me and treats me as her equal in all other respects, but who dominates and controls me completely both physically and sexually. In those two arenas, she is the boss and that is as it should be. I'm insanely turned on by the helplessness I feel in such situations. Is that strange? To some it may be, but it is invigorating to me. I have had two sessions with women with different builds. While different experiences, a common factor in both sessions was how easily they overpowered and destroyed me. I cannot begin to describe how erotic this was. I have to clarify though, I am not okay with physical or sexual violence against either men or women. What I am referring to here is purely a mutually agreed experiment in power in a controlled environment. While both my sessions went to town on me in my sessions as I asked them to, they were also both genuine, sweet, kind human beings who would never set out to harm anyone, it is that combination of warmth and power that arouses me so much.
5. The overcoming of obstacles. As I mentioned in another article, many musclewomen have had to overcome a huge amount of personal obstacles. Abusive relationships, depression, eating disorders, you name it, the stories are there. As much as their bodies arouse and stimulate me, their overcoming of personal obstacles is inspiring. This in its own right is very sexy. A woman who has been at her lowest saying, "this shit can either make me or break me and I am choosing for it to make me." As much as I love physical strength, this is the kind of strength that is really awe inspiring. While sexual arousal is largely physical, I would argue it is the je ne sais quoi in a woman's character that adds the cherry on top.

There is probably more I could mention here, but 5 seems like a good number. So I will leave it here. Many of these themes will be returned to again in future articles. As I say, I welcome debate on this and any of my posts. It would be interesting to hear the perspectives both of schmoes and muscle women, as well as others who may be outside of this world.

To Tell or Not to Tell?

Sexual attraction to the female form is a very normal part of being a man. A large part of the social life of any male is being able to have banter with other males about our sexual attraction to various females. After sport, sex is probably the most common topic of conversation for any average male. Even very sexually descriptive conversations about what we'd like to do with certain females if given half the chance is not at all a controversial topic of conversation between men. Now we might never say it to women, but the dynamic of sexual conversations between men is quite blunt and straight forward.

This becomes complicated however when our sexual interest is not the norm. Most of my male friends will never know how sexually attracted I am to muscular women. This is because from an emotional and self esteem point of view, I couldn't take the rejection I would feel from the inevitable mockery. Some friends do know, but this was only done after a very careful evaluation of the situation and assessing the likelihood of rejection and ostracisation. Unfortunately on one occasion, I failed to read the situation and a friend proceeded to take the piss out of me for several minutes. It was very humiliating. Eventually he came around and while he still didn't understand it, he became genuinely curious. While I appreciated it at the time, his initial goading did make me feel very insecure in my sexuality. This is a struggle that I imagine a lot of schmoes are familiar with. Society constantly tells women they have to look a certain way, women who choose not to accept such restraints put themselves in an awkward situation, but so too do those of us who raise our head above the parapet and declare our love of female muscles. We suffer the taunts of friends, who while they will not reject us as people, are indirectly telling us 'your sexual preference goes against the typical 'rules' of sexual attraction for males. I will not condemn you as a person, but I cannot condone your unorthodox sexuality. Therefore I will voice my disapproval through the medium of humour.'

Whether or not this is because such men are genuinely disgusted or find themselves confused by the fact they secretly feel the same, is a topic for another day, but is really a moot point. The heart of the matter is that men like us, men like me, do not have our sexual preferences fully accepted. Unfortunately I cannot envisage this changing any time soon. That is why our 'virtual' world becomes so important.

Welcome To My World

Hello and welcome to my blog. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, while the word does have other meanings, in the context I refer to it, it is a slang term used to describe people (primarily men) who worship muscles. (primarly female.) While it is ordinarily meant in a condescending and derogatory sense by muscular women who hold such men in  contempt, I use the label openly and proudly. For as long as I remember I have been fascinated by strength and muscle. I remember as a young boy being mesmerised by Wonder Woman bending guns or the Incredible Hulk ripping cars assunder with his powerful musclebound arms. I remember seeing female bodybuilding contests on Screensport and being blown away.  As soon as I was old enough to understand such things, the interest went from mere curiosity to something intensely sexual. I no longer just found muscle and strength interesting, I found it arousing. Yet for a long time, access to images was difficult, I would spot an odd magazine cover with a muscular woman or an article in a newspaper, it was rare enough to find such things in Ireland. So at this stage, my love of female muscle though conscious to me, was something I could rarely explored. I oggled and wanked to the same images that most early teenage boys have access to and get aroused by. Movie stars, glamour models, athletes, TV presnters. Women like Elle McPherson, Claudia Schiffer, Kathy Lloyd, Melinda Messenger. I got hard to these women I fantasised about them, like any normal boy my age, but on the rare occasions I saw muscle women in the media it felt like a real treat.

Then when I was 17, we got the internet for the first time and things changed. Suddenly my curiosity could be satisfied more easily. I could oggle muscle women, I could view them on screen, wank to them if the coast was clear, or print out their pictures and wank to them in my own time. As years went by my attraction to muscular powerful women became more and more insatiable. Now don't get me wrong, I was and still am attracted to regular women as well, but being shy and very uncomfortable around women (not as friends, just the ones I'm attracted to), having normal romantic or sexual relationships with women is something I find virtually impossible to achieve. This made 'virtual women' all the more important for my sexual release and for me that was increasingly becoming about muscular women. In fact, there was a certain similarity to the life of a man who becomes hooked on drugs. You start out on the soft stuff, then that no longer cuts it. You need harder and harder stuff and more and more of it. Thankfully I never experimented with drugs, nor was I ever tempted to. I just don't see the point. However, when it came to muscle women, I was and remain addicted and addicted bad. It is an addiction I have neither the inclination nor respurces to kick. It started out with the ripped, toned fitness model types, then I gradually moved on to bigger and bigger. By my mid 20s, I began to realise that as much as I have always been attracted to big tits, when it came to muscle women I preferred hard pecs. The women I wanked off to and fantasised about most often, were no longer the Jamie Easons or Corey Nadines of this world as sexy and all as they are, they became the Christine Envalls, the Colette Guimonds, the Aleesha Youngs, the Sarah Hayes', the Julie Bourassas, I wanted veins, I wanted bulk, I wanted striations, pec bouncing, aggression. As much as I still liked a pretty face, that now became an added bonus, rather than a pre-requisite. I also got into the more extreme side of female muscle fiction. It allowed me access to a world where my sthenolagnia (sexual attraction to muscle) and cratolagnia (sexual attraction to strength) were not hindered by reality. Where I was free to enjoy women whose muscles were so enormous they made the Incredible Hulk look like Pee Wee Herman, where their strength and power was so extreme that they could tear superman apart like he was plasticine. Maybe that sounds weird to people, but you've got to understand one thing. Attraction to female muscle and strength is still such a taboo, that being open about it is not an option for most of us. So the female muscle websites provide me with a sanctuary, with somewhere where I can be myself and at least try to satisfy my insatiable strength and muscle lust. I almost said, without judgement, but unfortunately that is far from the truth. For a group of people so misunderstood, muscle worshipers are depressingly condescending and judgemental of each other. There is so much politics and ego within the hideen world of muscle worship, it is unreal. That, however, is a story for another post.

So what is it about muscles that send me so over the edge? It's hard to define, but for me, I see the muscular female physique as an art form. Each muscular lady is like a wonderfully erotic sculpture, more beautiful and magical thatn anything Michaelangelo could have even imagined, The muscular female form is simply breathtaking. I just can't get enough of it, I find the view particularly hypnotic from the back, for reasons I struggle to find an explanation for.

So I hope you enjoy the blog. Unfortunately, my blog entries will be all text for the foreseeable future. Partially because I'm crap at adding images and partially because I'm paranoid of breaching copyright. I hope however that this largely anonymous blog will be at least intriguing to the reader, be they a committed schmoe, a total outsider or even a muscular female interested to know a little more about what goes on in the minds of those of us, whom their magnificent muscles excite so much.
Happy muscle worshipping folks.