Her Back: A Fantasy

Slowly but surely you've made your back into a thing of beauty. Once it was like all the others. One-dimensional, flat, featureless. Now there are curves, there is shape, there is detail. There is MUSCLE. It seems that every week there is a new feature for me to explore. Flex it for me. Make a muscle and bring your back to life.




Years ago, back when I was first enthralled by female bodybuilders, I used to stare for hours at the WPW "back page". Zuzanna, Denise, Lesa, Paula... I'd stare and trace the curves and lines of their intoxicating backs with my fingers, trying to imagine how the muscle would really feel. Now, as you sleep, it is your back and your muscle I lie awake and stare at. I gently trace the curves and lines of your beautiful muscles across and down and up your back. I don't have to imagine anymore, and the funny thing is it feels even better than I ever thought it would.



I've given some half-arsed back rubs in my time. I'd have barely started and I'd already be thinking how long I'd have to go before I could finish. With you, with your back, I can't wait to start, and I never want it to end. Those other backs I rubbed were all the same - soft, featureless. Yours has shape. Yours has definition and detail, mounts of muscle and valleys between. I want to explore it all. I get deep into every fibre of every one of your hard muscles. Time stops. I could do this forever.



I learn the names of every muscle. Trapezius, rhomboids, etc. I whisper sweet nothings like "I love your teres major" and "Your spinal erectors make me hard" whenever and wherever. At first it just made you giggle, but now you proudly flex whatever muscle I've mentioned, or, when you are covered up in public, you whisper back that you are, and tell me how good, how sexy it feels to do so.



You're getting so damn wide at the top you've had to throw out half your wardrobe, and at this rate the other half will be getting replaced before long as well. Sometimes I walk behind you just to admire your shape. You taper so beautifully, the width at the top making your waist look tiny in comparison. At the gym I can't wait to get you home and run my hands down your sides as you flare your lats.



You're standing in front of the mirror. "Squeeze them," you say as you spread your beautiful wings. "Squeeze them hard." I obey, and the size and the power of the muscles make me giddy. You moan as I tighten my fingers around them. I feel you flex again, resisting my grip, inviting me to press ever harder against the muscle.




And you keep on growing. And the bigger you get, the vainer you get and you spend more and more time in front of the mirror, more and more time admiring yourself. But it's not easy to see your own back, is it? You've got quite proficient at the over the shoulder selfie, but you're frustrated you can never see your back fully flexed. I'm only too happy to help. It's important to have a regular back check, and it's important to check that back in lots of different poses and from lots of different angles.



Your top was so tight in the gym today I thought - I wished - your back was going to explode right through it. My alpha female, my muscle goddess, your power was visible to all and didn't you know it, strutting around like the Queen you are. Let them stare in shock and awe. Let them see the power of your rippling muscles beneath the straining fabric of your top. Let them feel the power of your presence.




The only dresses you'll wear now are backless, and when we're out I watch other women watching you. They watch you in admiration, they watch you in envy, and they watch their own men as their own men watch you. On our winter break you stood in your bikini and flexed by the pool on the first day and no one else in the hotel looked at you again for the whole two weeks without gasping a little. I sat behind you in the canoe and you turned around and smiled at me and then peeled off your top and suddenly I was living a fantasy I never even knew I had.




You're so confident now, so comfortable in your body, so big and powerful. They want you to compete and you think you feel like you're ready. I dream all day of what it's going to feel like to be in the audience and see you up there. You dream all day of what it's going to feel like up there, the rush you'll get from being in such peak condition, all eyes upon you even as you turn away from the audience, flex with all the power you have and let them see that beautiful back of yours in all its glory.



Your curiosity gets the better of you, it's time to push your body to its limit. You tell me what I've dreamed of hearing for so so long. "Better strap yourself in," you tell me as your contest prep begins. "By all accounts this is going to be a wild, wild ride."




It's a ride I never want to get off.

Enjoy!

GIFs of the Week

In a bumper week for GIFs (or my discovery of them at least), it was impossible to choose just one, so, you lucky people, today we have not one, but two magnificent muscle women for your viewing pleasure, in no fewer than FIVE genius gifs.

They are taken from a new Tumblr blog, It Is What It Is. (full stop included), which, I should warn you, is most definitely not safe for work (least of all because of the Health & Safety implications), and is not exclusively a female muscle blog.

To start with, it's Shannon Courtney. To the power of 3!

At first, she's all smiles...

But pretty soon Shannon is gurning like a raver...

And you can feel the intensity of her effort as her huge arms (and everything else) assert their power over the iron. Grimacing yet insanely gorgeous, Shannon is oblivious to the guy who seems to have wandered into her domain by mistake, his attempt at looking casual (ie. act as if he hasn't come to ogle the Queen of the Gym) fails miserably, the gif loop turns him into one shifty-looking mofo!

Just imagine what the view must be like from back there. The Courtney glutes snug inside her tight light blue leggings, her lats and rear delts exploding out of her vest as she curls the weight... No wonder his hands are in his pockets!

And meanwhile, in another gym on the other side of town...

Dana Capobianco is feeling rather good about her chest.

Now, I am putting these gifs in the opposite order to the original poster for good reason. Drink in the muscle (above), because the second one is all about the expression on Dana's face - although the viewer should spend a little time looking at Dana's top and noting that her pump has extended to, has stimulated, all parts of her chest...

That look off camera with the tongue action and the smile - I don't know who or what she is looking at, but if I was it, I think I would just die right there - then her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she clenches her teeth, hits the pose, and ripples..

I think I need a lie-down.

Enjoy!

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On the Beach...

...with Karina

She emerges from the surf like Ursula Andress in Dr. No...



...except she's packed with muscle, and much MUCH sexier!

Karina Nascimento's You Tube channel

Enjoy!

Trapalicious Thursday

Julie Bourassa is, by all accounts, a very very lovely person. Perhaps her day job has something to do with this. She teaches children with special needs, and it seems to me that being a lovely person and doing that job seem to go hand in hand. I've met more than a few special needs teachers in my life - I'm in the education business - and without exception all of them (and they were all women, incidentally) clearly loved what they did and also had what I can only describe as an 'angelic' aura about them. They sort of radiated feelings of contentment and goodness.



You would think, then, that Julie deserved better than this: Whether at the gym, grocery, stores or other public places, people often look down on me, especially in summer when I wear tank tops or short sleeves. When my back is turned, I often hear whispers regarding my physical appearance.



Unfortunately, I imagine this is not an untypical experience for a female bodybuilder, particularly one as spectacularly built as Julie (and let's face it, there aren't many of those). Her physical strength, the physical strength she shares with her sisters of iron, is obvious to all. She wears it like a suit of armour. But less obvious is her emotional strength, her strength of character, again, a strength she shares with all other muscular women who are looked upon as freaks by the majority, but who nevertheless continue to wear their beautiful bodies with pride.




I used to be disturbed by such inappropriate comments. Now I have learned to ignore them and become indifferent to comments that can be hurtful. I learned to close my eyes and convince myself that I practise bodybuilding for me and other people's opinions with regard to my choices should not affect my passion for this sport.




There is the support of family and friends to fall back on as well. And according to Julie, this is crucial. My mother used to ask why I wanted to suffer so much for this discipline. When she realized it was a passion and these little sacrifices helped me to grow and develop, she supported me. My friends are big fans. They help me get through difficult times and to refocus on diet and preparation. I am very fortunate to have people who support me and I can count on in difficult times. There is also the support of the exclusive sisterhood. And then there are the fans. [Thank you] to all my fans for their unconditional support and motivation. Helping me to move forward and to improve my physical condition year after year as a bodybuilder.



As a bodybuilder.

It's comforting to hear that at a time when it seems barely a week goes by without hearing that yet another top female bodybuilder has decided to downsize and compete in the physique division. Comforting to know Julie (and it this point I am crossing my fingers, rubbing my lucky coin and knocking on wood) won't be joining them. Comforting to know, as Julie hits another serene most muscular and her traps pop up to her ears, that there are women out there who will be staying big.



Julie says that bodybuilding can be compared to shaping a piece of coal into a proper diamond. I like the analogy. Diamonds are hard and beautiful, adjectives that describe female bodybuilders well. And diamonds are, as it seems proper female bodybuilders are increasingly becoming, rare. But on top of that, in the UK, a 'diamond' is also a term used to refer to a 'rare' person. The best and most valuable kind of person.



A person like Julie, perhaps.