Three down, two to go.
It seems almost rude to focus on just the one part of this body - the body that was, by general consensus between about 2011 and 2015, the body - but C. Moore can't help feeling that a post devoted solely to the glory of the Popa posterior is long overdue.
No lesser judge than Annie Rivieccio, a big fan of Alina's entirety, but a melting mess of girlie giggles in the face of Alina's twitching gloot meat, would agree. Probably.
Size, shape, quality over a period of time - all the things we've looked for in all of our Great Glootz - Alina's has in spades. Plus outrageously good control - bettered perhaps only by my soon-to-be-revealed #1 - and a penchant for choosing just the right outfits to showcase these magnificent mounds of female muscle meat. Alina had a great rear before she went stratospheric around 2011, and it has just kept on getting more and more bounteous. At her most recent contest appearance (the 2015 Rising Phoenix) while still stunning, other parts of Alina's Physique perhaps suffered a little from her long injury-enforced lay-off. That gloot meat, however, looked tastier than ever.
Here's 45 seconds of once-seen-never-forgotten Popa play.
Now, watch this.
If you still got anything left in the tank, these should finish you off nicely.
Oh Alina...
Thursday, 30 November 2017
Wednesday, 29 November 2017
Glootasm of the Week
OANA MARINESCU
Something so irresistible about a woman who drops her pants in the gym.
And when that pant-drop reveals such delights, especially when she's dropped them knowing full well that a) fellow gymgoers will be able to see her and b) all she was wearing underneath were the skimpiest of little panties, C. Moore is quite helpless.
No finesse about this one. I saw, I dropped, I pumped, I shot.
Into the "Special Folder" goes Oana and her panties. It's a fairly hi-res picture so it lends itself to making copies and close-ups. I'll be enjoying myself to her again real soon.
Something so irresistible about a woman who drops her pants in the gym.
And when that pant-drop reveals such delights, especially when she's dropped them knowing full well that a) fellow gymgoers will be able to see her and b) all she was wearing underneath were the skimpiest of little panties, C. Moore is quite helpless.
No finesse about this one. I saw, I dropped, I pumped, I shot.
Into the "Special Folder" goes Oana and her panties. It's a fairly hi-res picture so it lends itself to making copies and close-ups. I'll be enjoying myself to her again real soon.
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Tuesday, 28 November 2017
Fan-tasy: Desperately Seeking
Our final Fan-tasy comes from an anonymous author - he didn't even wish his internet alias to be given out, for reasons which may become clear as you read on. Many thanks to him for sharing his experiences, and for all his hard work putting together this post.
I am living the dream.
This is my fourth session with her, but although the previous three were the best three I have ever had - and I have had a few - nothing about them made me think that my ultimate fantasy was about to come true. I was quite unprepared for what was going to happen next as I, dry-mouthed with anticipation, knocked on the hotel room door.
It opens. I smile. Hey! How...?
She pulls me inside with such incredible force I have to grab her rock hard arms to steady myself. At once her mouth is on mine, her tongue exploring, her breath heavy and passionate. Before I know it she has my jacket off. Buttons fly as she rips open my shirt and her mouth moves onto my chest, sucking on my left then my right nipple.
My head spins as she expertly opens my fly and I feel her hand clamp tight onto my crotch and that force is working again, pushing me round, pushing me back until I hit the bed and am thrown backwards onto it. Whoosh! She has removed my trousers and pants with one mighty tug. I lift my head and see her slipping effortlessly out of her slip of a leopard-print dress, her eyes fixed on my hard, throbbing cock.
She'd competed the week before - I had made damn sure of the booking as soon as I knew she was definitely competing - and her naked body was a truly orgasmic sight. Muscles refilled but much of her contest definition was still there. I wanted to tell her she should have won, it had been part of my pre-prepared opening patter for the session (along with "I couldn't wait to see you again" and "Don't you look stunning?"), a line I had practised over and over in front of the mirror. Small talk, it was clear to me now, was not going to be necessary, but there was a voice, a voice inside my head saying "Remember her now, remember her now..." over and over and over.
I do. I can close my eyes and the image of her standing there comes back to me in stunning clarity. Her bronzed skin, her abs contracting as she inhaled, the veins and striations exploding all over her upper body, which seemed to dounle in size as she hit a most muscular and let out what I would describe as the growl of a tigress in heat.
And without any warning I felt myself cumming.
Not the usual spurt-spurt-spurt, it just poured out in one continuous gush.
I think I may well have writhed around a bit, but it's all something of a blur. I think my head went back into the bed as I arched my back. I definitely yelled out though - nothing intelligible, not a word or anything like that; just a loud, sustained yell.
If the session had stopped right there, perhaps five minutes in, I would have felt it was worth every single penny, but she wasn't finished with me yet, not nearly.
Over the next couple of hours she rode my cock forwards and backwards. She flexed as I felt her up. She climaxed as she felt herself up. She stood over me and squatted onto my face as I licked and sucked her truly magnificent clitoris, and she lay back on the bed and forced my face between her legs and climaxed again and again. She clamped my cock between her forearm and bicep and made both pop. She forced my face into her hard pecs until I couldn't breathe then relaxed them for a moment before forcing me back into them again. And when I really was about to pass out, she released me, went over to the mirror and masturbated to the sight of her own body. I watched her, voice in my head again - "Remember her now, remember her now..."
I wondered afterwards why. Why me? Why with such total abandon? Surely this goddess didn't actually fancy me that much. I'm no pig, but I'm no Adonis either. So, why? A fourth session bonus for all her clients perhaps? Had I just got lucky and arrived after a guy who had started the engine but not ridden off on the bike?
I've seen her since. Twice. Same result, but nothing like the forcefulness or the wordlessness. I'm lucky my fantasy has come true, but now it's come true more than once I have realised nothing will ever beat that first time. Diminishing returns.
I needed a new fantasy. And I got one.
It's very similar to the first, but now there is another woman there. Not another female bodybuilder, this other woman has come with me. We are a couple, and we share the same fantasy. These sessions have become (one of) our regular date-nights.
We both get muscle f***ed.
I guess it's not a lonely hearts ad that stands to get a lot of replies - M4fitW to share workout tips, good food, good conversation, off-the-beaten-track travel and mutual sessions with top Female Bodybuilder. Must be non-smoker. But you never know...
I am living the dream.
This is my fourth session with her, but although the previous three were the best three I have ever had - and I have had a few - nothing about them made me think that my ultimate fantasy was about to come true. I was quite unprepared for what was going to happen next as I, dry-mouthed with anticipation, knocked on the hotel room door.
It opens. I smile. Hey! How...?
She pulls me inside with such incredible force I have to grab her rock hard arms to steady myself. At once her mouth is on mine, her tongue exploring, her breath heavy and passionate. Before I know it she has my jacket off. Buttons fly as she rips open my shirt and her mouth moves onto my chest, sucking on my left then my right nipple.
My head spins as she expertly opens my fly and I feel her hand clamp tight onto my crotch and that force is working again, pushing me round, pushing me back until I hit the bed and am thrown backwards onto it. Whoosh! She has removed my trousers and pants with one mighty tug. I lift my head and see her slipping effortlessly out of her slip of a leopard-print dress, her eyes fixed on my hard, throbbing cock.
She'd competed the week before - I had made damn sure of the booking as soon as I knew she was definitely competing - and her naked body was a truly orgasmic sight. Muscles refilled but much of her contest definition was still there. I wanted to tell her she should have won, it had been part of my pre-prepared opening patter for the session (along with "I couldn't wait to see you again" and "Don't you look stunning?"), a line I had practised over and over in front of the mirror. Small talk, it was clear to me now, was not going to be necessary, but there was a voice, a voice inside my head saying "Remember her now, remember her now..." over and over and over.
I do. I can close my eyes and the image of her standing there comes back to me in stunning clarity. Her bronzed skin, her abs contracting as she inhaled, the veins and striations exploding all over her upper body, which seemed to dounle in size as she hit a most muscular and let out what I would describe as the growl of a tigress in heat.
And without any warning I felt myself cumming.
Not the usual spurt-spurt-spurt, it just poured out in one continuous gush.
I think I may well have writhed around a bit, but it's all something of a blur. I think my head went back into the bed as I arched my back. I definitely yelled out though - nothing intelligible, not a word or anything like that; just a loud, sustained yell.
If the session had stopped right there, perhaps five minutes in, I would have felt it was worth every single penny, but she wasn't finished with me yet, not nearly.
Over the next couple of hours she rode my cock forwards and backwards. She flexed as I felt her up. She climaxed as she felt herself up. She stood over me and squatted onto my face as I licked and sucked her truly magnificent clitoris, and she lay back on the bed and forced my face between her legs and climaxed again and again. She clamped my cock between her forearm and bicep and made both pop. She forced my face into her hard pecs until I couldn't breathe then relaxed them for a moment before forcing me back into them again. And when I really was about to pass out, she released me, went over to the mirror and masturbated to the sight of her own body. I watched her, voice in my head again - "Remember her now, remember her now..."
I wondered afterwards why. Why me? Why with such total abandon? Surely this goddess didn't actually fancy me that much. I'm no pig, but I'm no Adonis either. So, why? A fourth session bonus for all her clients perhaps? Had I just got lucky and arrived after a guy who had started the engine but not ridden off on the bike?
I've seen her since. Twice. Same result, but nothing like the forcefulness or the wordlessness. I'm lucky my fantasy has come true, but now it's come true more than once I have realised nothing will ever beat that first time. Diminishing returns.
I needed a new fantasy. And I got one.
It's very similar to the first, but now there is another woman there. Not another female bodybuilder, this other woman has come with me. We are a couple, and we share the same fantasy. These sessions have become (one of) our regular date-nights.
We both get muscle f***ed.
I guess it's not a lonely hearts ad that stands to get a lot of replies - M4fitW to share workout tips, good food, good conversation, off-the-beaten-track travel and mutual sessions with top Female Bodybuilder. Must be non-smoker. But you never know...
Monday, 27 November 2017
Great Glootz of the 21st Century: Maria Rita
The third installment of C. Moore's top 5 is some prime Argentinian beef.
I'm so in awe of what I'm looking at that I am struggling to remember to breathe. And it's not even the striations, nor the size of them that is (briefly but completely) paralysing me from the waist up but the sheer density her glootz seem to have.
A thousand fantasy scenarios, all of which involve at least one part of my body touching those magnificent specimens, flash through my mind, but the one I select - as below the waist it's all systems go - has her milking me with precise muscle control.
I have issues with this contest clip, camera operator issues.
Yes, I know her back is pretty stunning. and many a male BB - even among the pros - sport less developed traps. The Christmas tree thing, yes, I know. But all the same, if Rita's facing the rear, don't focus on her upper body. Show her top to toe if you must, but never ever let those glootz be out of shot again. There should be a law against it.
Sadly, due to technical issues, we don't have a (not very well) hidden Maria Rita clip for you to enjoy as a follow-on from the above today. If those issues are resolved though, look out for an update here. It'll be worth your while checking back eventually.
Have a few contest images to be going on with...
Now that's what I call glootage!
Oh Rita...
I'm so in awe of what I'm looking at that I am struggling to remember to breathe. And it's not even the striations, nor the size of them that is (briefly but completely) paralysing me from the waist up but the sheer density her glootz seem to have.
A thousand fantasy scenarios, all of which involve at least one part of my body touching those magnificent specimens, flash through my mind, but the one I select - as below the waist it's all systems go - has her milking me with precise muscle control.
I have issues with this contest clip, camera operator issues.
Yes, I know her back is pretty stunning. and many a male BB - even among the pros - sport less developed traps. The Christmas tree thing, yes, I know. But all the same, if Rita's facing the rear, don't focus on her upper body. Show her top to toe if you must, but never ever let those glootz be out of shot again. There should be a law against it.
Sadly, due to technical issues, we don't have a (not very well) hidden Maria Rita clip for you to enjoy as a follow-on from the above today. If those issues are resolved though, look out for an update here. It'll be worth your while checking back eventually.
Have a few contest images to be going on with...
Now that's what I call glootage!
Oh Rita...
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Sunday, 26 November 2017
Glootz etc. @2017 IFBB Ferrigno Legacy Pro
You f***ing c***,
I read your little post. I know you've read my notebooks. Bad enough you stole them, then you go ahead and publish some. A f***ing thief and a f***ing plagiariser too.
You owe me now, and if you don't want me to f***ing slaughter you with a blunt sword what you're going to do is this: forget the Nationals, they are mine. You write about the Ferrigno Legacy or another show if they insist on another contest report.
Got that? Hickerson is MINE!
And be out of there before I get back or I will set fire to you right there in the office.
Swell, as you can tell, was not amused by C. Moore's liberal use of his musings for Thursday's Incomprehension post. He might have dug the rest, he didn't say. The email arrived this morning. He attached a couple of clips of dudes self-immolating. Editorial thought it best not to share them with the readership. For once, me and the eds agree.
We also agreed that it was perhaps best if the Nationals report I had been working so hard on never made it to post and instead I should (hastily) put together a celebration of the Physique ladies who took part in the Ferrigno Legacy Pro last weekend.
It's been a pleasure.
Though not without its frustrations.
Brazilians Ivie Rhein (above left), who finished 6th, and Ana Da Silva, who placed 10th, are clearly women whose glooteal conditioning we would like to investigate, partly because of the conditioning evident in what we can see, and partly because all Brazilian glootz have to be investigated - it's like a law. However, and here's the frustration, there's not one image we can find of them at the contest with their (no doubt) mouth-watering muscle bumbums properly in shot. Not one. It's a crime.
And generally, back shots from the show are in short supply.
I wonder if Swell knew that before he suggested I write about it.
Anyway, the day's big winner was the now-2018-Olympia-qualified Priscila Cavilha, another Brazilian, and fortunately the schmotographer on duty for NPC News Online, Ron Avidan, managed to capture her bumbum in at least some of its sexy glory.
Valentina Mishina of Russia placed 2nd, despite, Mr Avidan would have us think, the unprecedented tactic of never once hitting a back shot. Antoinette Downie, who was 3rd, went out of her way to ensure her glootz got at least some coverage.
Whenever I see a woman display such incredible power and athleticism in a routine I hear the voice of Tony Roberts (RIP) in Annie Hall - "Imagine the possibilities..."
C. Moore's joy trumpet's pick of the top 6 though would have to be the muscle sexy beauty of Melissa Pearo, who thankfully didn't hit her back poses while Mr Ron was changing the film in his camera, and who also looks pretty damn good from the front too. Lower abs veins that disappear into nether regions and most muscular poses are pretty high on the except-things-about-glootz list of C. Moore's favourite things.
Just outside the top 6 on the day, but runner-up in C. Moore's reaction rankings is Amanda Smith, who I believe was making her pro debut (that's what the minions tell me anyway). Whatever. WOW! Minions also say she's fast-becoming a forum favourite over at the place where men pretend to be women in the chat room. Again, whatever.
I'm too busy enjoying looking at her to care about such things. The fact she is an instant and firm favourite in C. Moore's house is all you really need to know.
C. Moore's #1 though was placed all the way down in 11th - Trish Wood, something of a veteran competitor in the shape of her life (is what they say). Compare the water retention she had two weeks ago and the lack of it here courtesy of Trish herself, who posted this comparison to her Instagram after the show. She was rightly proud of her glootage, it seems, which just goes to make her all the sexier in my book.
11th on the day. The winner with me.
"Full" galleries here.
I read your little post. I know you've read my notebooks. Bad enough you stole them, then you go ahead and publish some. A f***ing thief and a f***ing plagiariser too.
You owe me now, and if you don't want me to f***ing slaughter you with a blunt sword what you're going to do is this: forget the Nationals, they are mine. You write about the Ferrigno Legacy or another show if they insist on another contest report.
Got that? Hickerson is MINE!
And be out of there before I get back or I will set fire to you right there in the office.
Swell, as you can tell, was not amused by C. Moore's liberal use of his musings for Thursday's Incomprehension post. He might have dug the rest, he didn't say. The email arrived this morning. He attached a couple of clips of dudes self-immolating. Editorial thought it best not to share them with the readership. For once, me and the eds agree.
We also agreed that it was perhaps best if the Nationals report I had been working so hard on never made it to post and instead I should (hastily) put together a celebration of the Physique ladies who took part in the Ferrigno Legacy Pro last weekend.
It's been a pleasure.
Though not without its frustrations.
Brazilians Ivie Rhein (above left), who finished 6th, and Ana Da Silva, who placed 10th, are clearly women whose glooteal conditioning we would like to investigate, partly because of the conditioning evident in what we can see, and partly because all Brazilian glootz have to be investigated - it's like a law. However, and here's the frustration, there's not one image we can find of them at the contest with their (no doubt) mouth-watering muscle bumbums properly in shot. Not one. It's a crime.
And generally, back shots from the show are in short supply.
I wonder if Swell knew that before he suggested I write about it.
Anyway, the day's big winner was the now-2018-Olympia-qualified Priscila Cavilha, another Brazilian, and fortunately the schmotographer on duty for NPC News Online, Ron Avidan, managed to capture her bumbum in at least some of its sexy glory.
Valentina Mishina of Russia placed 2nd, despite, Mr Avidan would have us think, the unprecedented tactic of never once hitting a back shot. Antoinette Downie, who was 3rd, went out of her way to ensure her glootz got at least some coverage.
Whenever I see a woman display such incredible power and athleticism in a routine I hear the voice of Tony Roberts (RIP) in Annie Hall - "Imagine the possibilities..."
C. Moore's joy trumpet's pick of the top 6 though would have to be the muscle sexy beauty of Melissa Pearo, who thankfully didn't hit her back poses while Mr Ron was changing the film in his camera, and who also looks pretty damn good from the front too. Lower abs veins that disappear into nether regions and most muscular poses are pretty high on the except-things-about-glootz list of C. Moore's favourite things.
Just outside the top 6 on the day, but runner-up in C. Moore's reaction rankings is Amanda Smith, who I believe was making her pro debut (that's what the minions tell me anyway). Whatever. WOW! Minions also say she's fast-becoming a forum favourite over at the place where men pretend to be women in the chat room. Again, whatever.
I'm too busy enjoying looking at her to care about such things. The fact she is an instant and firm favourite in C. Moore's house is all you really need to know.
C. Moore's #1 though was placed all the way down in 11th - Trish Wood, something of a veteran competitor in the shape of her life (is what they say). Compare the water retention she had two weeks ago and the lack of it here courtesy of Trish herself, who posted this comparison to her Instagram after the show. She was rightly proud of her glootage, it seems, which just goes to make her all the sexier in my book.
11th on the day. The winner with me.
"Full" galleries here.
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