(More) Summer Lovin': Sun's (Still) Out...

Kim Gutierrez

A continuation of/companion piece to our Summer Lovin' post with (almost) the same name in July. FMS proudly presents another installment of hot and hard women out and about and showing off their muscles - at times outrageously so - in the sun.

HIKE



Unidentified lady with calves

RIDE



One thing that hasn't changed about Shannon is her love of equines

GO TO WATER



Jennifer Keller

Whether it's the pool or a (real or artifical) lake, there are cooling alternatives to the beach for the terminally land-locked when the mercury rises. Having said that though, it's hard to imagine any of these bodies truly having a cooling effect on the local environment, particularly Maria Garcia emerging Bond-girl-of-my-dreams-like from the pool in a Bikini that reveals only slightly less than no Bikini at all would.



Anna Laskowska (left) and unidentified ripped beauty



Jacquelyn Hickerson



The definition of caliente?

HIT THE STREETS



Vivi Winkler

No excuse necessary, but high temperatures mean fewer clothes - the perfect chance to expose all those parts of your body you've been working so hard to perfect.



Kristina Moser



Laura Gallardo Herrero (left) and Zsoka Halasz boost tourism



Diana Schnaidt (left) and Ashley Hromyak entertain the locals

FLEX FOR FOOD



"Roxy" is the only name we have for her, unfortunately. We're pretty sure, however, that a lady as good-looking as she is, who has such thick, suckable biceps as she does, won't have later walked out of The Protein House having paid for her meal.

SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL TEAM



Flamengo, in case you were thinking of joining Alessandra Alvez's tribe.

KEEP US SAFE



"Misty"

Summer is not all play. Someone has to pull us out of the burning building, someone has to arrest those perps. I feel I would sleep more soundly if I knew all fire fighters and police officers were a) female, and b) carried as much muscle as these gems.



Inja Damjanovic

GET THOSE JOBS DONE



Gutters don't clear themselves, you know.

Today's late August Bank Holiday here in the UK (not Scotland) always serves to remind us that autumn chills are indeed not far away. Until then though, we hope that all our friendly neighbourhood muscle women continue to show it all off.



Frida Paulsen Stern

Enjoy!

Sunday at Sea

Imagine...

The wife has been waving cruise brochures in front of your face for years, but never managed to get you on the boat. This year, however, she just went and booked it.

Four weeks of it. Your Christmas "present".

You set sail in August, but have felt nauseous since February.

But as you arrive at the port - with a month's worth of travel sickness pills - the radar goes off like it's never gone off before. Muscle to starboard (or is it port?), and from where you are she looks HUGE! You try - and fail - not to stare. She's right there, tight shorts, loose vest and OMG she's only bloody POSING in front of the boat.



And OMG it IS her. It's KATIE LEE!!!

Katie (really) did take a well-earned break for a Caribbean cruise with friends recently - Dominican Republic, Honduras, etc. And I can't help wondering how many of her fellow passengers spent days and nights desperately manoeuvring themselves and their significant others into parts of the boat where Katie & Co. were while at the same time (and equally desperately) trying to cover up a tentpole the size of an oar...



The more successful our voyaging female muscle heads were at that - and at stalking the gorgeous Katie during stop-offs - probably had a knock-on effect on the vigour, and frequency, with which their significant other got the "benefit" of that tentpole.



Net result - your wife's now under the impression that if she wants a "romantic" holiday, then taking you on a cruise is the only way to go. "He's never like this when we do a city break," she says to herself after yet another (vigorous) pre-dinner (post-Katie-stalking) cabin romp. "Think I'll pre-book next year before we disembark."



The "Allure of the Seas", eh?

More Katie, including more Katie on vacation, on her Instagram.

Woman of the Week: Amanda Machado

Every time I lift it's just as intense and spiritual as the best night of sex I ever had.
Amanda Machado



The first sight of Amanda Machado we can remember was late last year. She wasn't, as you can see above, wearing much more than a coat of Protan. Oh, how we swooned!



Turns out, however, that Amanda doesn't have to wearing nothing to have her effect on us. Fully-clothed will do equally as well. Now perhaps that's because we know, and she knows we know - note the smirk, you'll be seeing a lot of that - what's underneath that classy outfit, but also because of what we she wants us to read while we look at her smirking in her suit: I just love bossy women, she writes. I could be around them all day. To me, "bossy" is not a pejorative term at all. It means somebody's passionate and engaged and ambitious - willing to do all it takes to learn and grow.

We swoon again. She's so ALPHA!



Since trailblazers Larissa Reis and Monica Martin left home and relocated to the US, there's been a steady stream of Brazilian muscle women who have followed in their thundersteps. Amanda has been in the US for seventeen years, and - so far - she's one of the more successful, not just in the sport, but also - unsurprisingly - in life as well.



Having settled in Los Angeles, she's a manager at Otium - a restaurant whose dishes have "elegant rusticity", according to their website. A classy place, worthy of Amanda - until she outgrows it anyway. She reads books like Conscious Capitalism, she goes to the opera, and she's currently developing her own thing - Mind of Athletes, though I have to admit exactly what her mission is with it is ever so slightly beyond me.



AND she has a physique to die for.

To be frank, I've decided that the only thing preventing Amanda from being my perfect woman is her location relative to me, and I'm devising a plan to rectify that by firstly retraining as a chef, opening my own (acclaimed) restaurant, and then moving heaven and earth to tempt her to manage it. (I was joking when I started that sentence but now I've finished it I'm rather curious how feasible that actually is.)



Bodybuilding is not my life, says Amanda. It is part of my life. And as [with] everything I commit to do; it has to be consistent, challenging, rewarding, and fun.



Since she started competing in the US last year, she's done three shows and won three times. She won her class at the NPC Ferrigno Legacy Championships last November, and won again at the MuscleContest Excalibur the following month. Her goal for 2018 was a pro card, though of course - this is Amanda Machado - it went a bit deeper than that: The professional card is symbolic, she explains. The idea here is not only to achieve professional level status, but to take the body and mind to such an extreme of discipline and dedication that I can achieve anything I set my mind on.



As if these Alpha brasileiras needed any help, the NPC are now bringing the pro cards to them! And for her first contest of 2018, Amanda's mind was set on a return to her homeland - check it out, on top of everything else she's the coolest/hottest vaqueira imaginable! - and last weekend's NPC MuscleContest Brazil pro qualifier in São Paulo.




It may not surprise you to hear - given all we've learned about Amanda today - that she is now an IFBB pro. Just another step on her road to total world domination.



Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm about to swoon all over the place.

Get your own on here and with Amanda's (intense) Instagram. Divertir-se!

Street of Joy, Street of Shame

FRIDAY, 20th JULY

The radar goes off. It's HER...

Having seen her relaxing at lunchtime - twice - (see "NOT Emma Paveley"), I had continued to stalk the park near where I'm working after the 5th, but to no avail. By the 12th - when I made the post - I'd stopped making the park the only place I'd go for lunch, and pretty much given up on the idea that I would run into her again.

Suddenly, though, there she was - shoulders and all, unmistakable in a pink workout top - across the road and slightly behind me, and heading in the same direction.

Heart pounds, adrenaline rushing, dry-mouthed... The whole bit, full-on MADNESS!

What happens next I am not especially proud of - perhaps writing about it has become, on some level, the penance I have to pay for it. In my defence, however, I will say that looking back it feels like I was, for those few minutes at least, actually out of my mind.

Without thinking, I stop and watch her. She's maybe 10 metres away at first, and then crossing the road I watch her - attempting to be subtle, probably just gawping - move towards me. It's the first time I've seen her walk, and though she doesn't have the swagger I expected, she is a sight to behold. It's also the first time I've really seen her from front on, seen how muscular her chest is - how her pecs go right up to her collarbone, proper pec line, very little breast as far as I can tell. Oh SWOON!

I don't recall if I gasped or not, seeing as I was in a public place it may have been a silent, inward gasp, probably followed by a silent, inward moan for good measure...

She's maybe three or four metres away now and slightly ahead of me. I set off after her, as though yanked into motion by an invisible rope, and I follow. I notice she's with a friend, a "normal" friend, who except for the fact she's wearing a (long) skirt, is covered up. She, on the other hand, is proudly exposing delts, lats and arms in her vest, and her tight leggings reveal her shapely legs - strong hams, full calves.

Gazing at her, watching her move, I'm in ecstasy. I can see the unicorn and I am utterly overwhelmed. Without thinking for a moment that it isn't the right thing to do, I get my phone, open the camera, hold it close to my chest and snap snap snap.

Then suddenly I realise that imaginary invisible rope around her narrow waist has got quite short. She's slowed, and as I've tried to close the gap and get as good a look as I can I'm not much more than a metre behind her. Skin, a glowing, healthy tan and for the first time I see half a tat poking out just under her right delt, and her shoulders and triceps ripple as she raises an arm to point out something in a shop window...

The voice in my head screams - DUDE!!! - if I don't stop or turn or something I am literally going to walk right into her, but just in time I veer off to the shop window opposite, watching her reflection. Silent, inward gasp; silent, inward moan.

They move off and I follow - snap snap snap - down the narrow lane. I see men and women coming the other way notice her. One or two really notice her. Do they feel what I'm feeling? Do they turn and walk behind her behind me? Snap snap snap.

Looking at some of the pics later she looks like a different species altogether. A shining, sculpted and sexy superior being in a crowd of bland, shapeless bodies. Am I, I wonder, one of the bland, shapeless bodies in another person's surreptitious snap?

As it always seems to do, the Madness lifts without warning.

I see myself - stalking, secretly filming - and am appalled. No gasp now, no moan (well, perhaps just a little one), but a silent, inward apology. Forgive me, I whisper to her. I couldn't help myself. You're just so... A final, lingering look and I let her go.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't spend some quality time with the pics over the following few days, and I'd also be lying if I said I haven't regretted deleting them more than once since. But I still don't trust myself, I don't trust that I'd be able to resist posting them here, or even resist sharing them elsewhere. You get a lot of kudos on the forums for these sorts of pics, kudos that rightly belongs to her - whoever she is - for building the kind of body that made me lose my mind - again - on that hot hot hot July afternoon.

New from Hevumisa

It's always an event in my house when Hevumisa puts something new up, and nearly three months after his previous edit from this year's FIBO Power, a new clip containing his footage from that show appeared on his YouTube channel just over a week ago.

The star of this particular clip is Spain's Mirea Henriquez, tight and (apparently) tiny as she dishes out freebies to the crowd while showing off her sexy abs and glutes. Outside of that middle minute thirty, treats include Jay Fuchs (with Sarah-Aude Salbot) at the Wings of Strength booth (hopefully there's a fourth clip coming with just the WoS ladies!), Paloma Parra, Maria Garcia, plus, all the way from Canada, Azaria Glaim and (briefly), all the way from here, Louise Rogers. And there's even (on top of the ten minutes of her that we've already seen) more Gülüzar Tüfenk.

Not, by any means, his longest or best, but like a said, an event all the same.



Enjoy!

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Summer Lovin': Sun's Out...

(yawn) GUN'S OUT



Takia Thomas (left) and Alexis Sullivan

VISIT A MAJOR EUROPEAN CAPITAL



Chu-mi Kim in London

STAY HYDRATED



Mandy Allen

TAKE THE WOD OUTSIDE



Natasha Aughey

WALK, RIDE, RUN, SWIM...



Pia Mahlakaarto and Stacie Tovar



Tara Frost and Carriejune Anne Bowlby



Bakhar Nabieva



Cindy Landolt and (doing more than one activity today) Alice Mastriani

STRETCH



Silje Emilie Tønnesen

CLIMB



Krista Dunn

BARE!



Angelica Enberg



Claudia Partenza clears the pool (and drops the mic)