Bum Bakhar BOOM!

It may surprise you to learn that C. Moore is a creature of habit. Rising early, getting the joy trumpet set, and starting work on the first load of the day has been the way it has been for as long as I can remember - even during those regrettable periods when I found myself detained at Her Majesty's pleasure was I able to observe the same routine, even if some cellmates were less understanding than others re my needs.

These days I live an ever more monk-like existence - rarely going out, interacting only with delivery drivers and the occasional hawker. I think of my modest apartment as my cell, my sanctuary, and my morning release as my first daily act of devotion.

The routine keeps me out of trouble, keeps me away from yet more days in court, yet more sessions with the psychiatrists and psychologists, yet more long nights behind high walls with restricted internet access. But the routine is also designed (by yours truly) to maximise the time I have to spend in adoration of the muscular female.

Some say female muscle is their porn. For C. Moore it's religion.

And today my joy trumpet rose - not for the first time, not for the first time this week even, and certainly not for the last time - and rang out in praise of the bum of Bakhar.



BOOM!

I see my hands on her magnificent calves, skin so soft and yet never giving as they continue up to and over her hamstrings onto those monumentally glooty wonders. Quivering with excitement, I wonder if my fingers can fit under those shorts...



BOOM!

The shorts are suddenly gone. Now there is nothing between my face and my objects of worship. I press myself into the centre of her muscle heart just below them, emitting my prayer of devotion in gasps and moans of ecstasy and no little amount of drool...



BOOM!

To the beach. I follow her, like a dog their master, like a bitch in heat. I throb, held in a state of constant arousal by the sheer beauty of her thong-framed rear in motion. "Stop!" she whispers, her words carried on the wind. "Go!", "Come!", "Hold!", "Cum!"...

I pull out. It's too soon. The morning prayer must be a minimum specified length because if too quick, the tribute is too small, and the goddesses would be displeased.

I consider Bakhar from another angle. Her exhibitionism, her fan loyalty, the perks (financial, sure, but also emotional - to be "loved", "worshipped" by a following equivalent to the population of major European city can't be bad for the self-confidence, can it?) of her trade. Her business is that body. Business is good.



BOOM!

She could have 10, 20 guys in that room. 10, 20 joy trumpets sounding out for her so superior posterior. C. Moore obviously arrived a little late and has to take his place at the side, but there are always silver linings and in this case it's the view of both the sacred, untouchable wonder to the front and the excitement and explosions she and her wonders are causing to the side. It feels good to be part of the congregation...



BOOM!!

But even better to be alone with her and them. The garage makes me think of lube for some reason and just as I do my lube of choice starts leaking out. Polish the joy trumpet, make it glisten like her perfect skin sweaty after a hard gloot sesh. My (actual) head begins to tilt back in ecstasy, my eyes begin to roll, and my whole body starts to shake. Moaning, gasping, bucking, gooning, my prayer reaches an ecstatic climax...



BOOM! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!!

The joy trumpet rings out in four mighty splats against the altar screen. It's the perfect half-gloot peek - the thought she actually walked into the gym like that - which takes me over the edge. I start to chant, "BUM-BA-KHAR-BOOM" as I squeeze out the last few droplets from the twitching, pulsing tribute-maker. "BUM-BA-KHAR-BOOM!"

Morning prayer is over. Time for some Weetabix.

Fancy a Date?

Female bodybuilders are competitive chicks who like to be fit and look good even if it means spending countless hours at the gym every single day and not socializing outside of bodybuilding circles, reads the press release. As this sport is an obsession, until recently - unless the men were pumping iron themselves - it was almost impossible to come across them. But all that's changed thanks to Female Bodybuilder Dating, which has vowed to make as many matches with muscle chicks as possible, and finally make dating a female bodybuilder a reality. They might not meet the pros, but they definitely do meet iron chicks next door who make their fantasies come true.


Ashley Dishman probably making someone's fantasy come true

It's a real thing, this Female Bodybuilder Dating "community", and as far as I know, not a new thing at all. Nevertheless, this apparently vigorous marketing campaign - from bitter experience we know that if FMS is getting sent a press release, then they really are sending it to anybody! - is a recent thing. It doesn't take long before they start asking you for some subs, but as far as I (or you, if you're interested) can freely see, the promise of "iron chicks next door" who are seeking is not too far wide of the mark.


Date Night - Victoria Puentes, sadly not your typical "iron chick next door"

And if you should happen to get a match, you might want to drop by the forum whose first rule is before you do go out on that date. One member with (apparently) plenty of FBB dating experience has recently taken to the boards to share his "confessions" regarding relationships he has had with three separate women, met "through Facebook". The first was "her country's top champion for a couple of years", the second also a national champion who "has now won many international competitions", and the third a natural bodybuilder competing at (and winning) international competitions.


"Does my back look big in this?" Kashma (right) and Margita are all about the lats

If you are like me, you will be trying to work out who he is talking about (especially lady #2), but apart from that it is undeniably intriguing stuff as he charts the beginnings, middles and ends of all three relationships and the lessons he has learned as a result. Look for "How to Date FBBs - Confessions" in the General Chat section.


Tigress to impress - Diana Schnaidt

You may also, like me, skim through the courtship blurb and go straight to the "SEX" section, where you will find all your fantasy suspicions confirmed. Sex with #1, his first experience with a female bodybuilder, remember, was "mind-blowing". #2 was "a dream come true" who "loved being on top and flexing for me", while #3 was "a screaming tigress in bed" who wanted it "long and hard" to such an extent that it wasn't too long before he was having to take Cialis for "the stamina I needed to satisfy".


Up close and personal with Maz Burns' bicep

Ultimately, however, his conclusion is a somewhat disheartening one for those of you who are desperately seeking. This [third, most] long-term relationship lasted a couple of years and gave me the full experience of being the partner of an FBB, he says. Whilst at times exhilarating and fulfilling in many ways, it led me to the conclusion that it would be better if any future long-term partner of mine was not an FBB.


Moving out? Ashley Hromyak

You might find his stories lead you to the same conclusion, but you might also find, as I do, that his reasoning is a tad flawed. His posts are considerably more interesting than the usual dross served up on those boards, and much appreciated for that, but his (and similar accounts I have read over the years) never end well, and the blame for that tends to be laid at the woman's door every time, while in my (not inconsiderable) experience of relationships, the opposite is almost always true. Relationships end because men (whether they admit or are even aware of it or not) want them to.


They do normal stuff too, right? But Kayleigh Farrell carries more than the average female

Are relationships with female bodybuilders - fantasy sex aside! - really so different? Only one way to find out for sure, and that would start with a date. Female Bodybuilder Dating want to help. Our friend from the forum recommends Facebook. You might also consider the more radical idea of joining a serious gym and being serious about it.


Angelica Enberg - note she's in a gym

That is, after all, what the female bodybuilders themselves recommend!


And Kristen Nun - in a GYM

I wish you luck.

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TREASURES FROM THE ARCHIVE

Time was FMS had time on our hands to collect and collate the images we right-clicked and saved target as. Too many easily accessible images and too little time to bother with that sort of thing these days, but "The Collection", as our three still-functioning external hard drives are collectively known, is thankfully still very much with us.

Today, we present 50 selections from that archive. Can you spot the young(er) Juliana Malacarne in there? How many times does Alina Popa feature?

Can you name all of them?!






















































Enjoy!