Be Careful What You Wish For
I've been sitting on this set of photos of
Minna Pajulahti for a while now, letting them work their magic on me. There's something about Minna, who I've recently seen described as a
combination of porn and fitness, that really gets my mind working, and it's not just beacause of the way her legs and glutes stretch those 80s-style leggings to the max. There's something about that look she has, straight into the camera, straight to you, the viewer, or in this case, straight to me. It's a look that says
Imagine...
I imagine the photographer, hired to shoot the girlfriend of some hulking Eastern European whose sources of income are copious, but somewhat shady. His instructions were to 'make beautiful photo', but as soon as he leaves she strips off into a little bikini and asks if you know any other women who can 'do this' as she effortlessly does the splits. What's a man to do? You know Vlad will be baaack, but something tells you she might have a few other moves, and you really would like to see what they are...
I imagine this leads to a relationship with a pole dancer. You thought the novelty would soon wear off, but how wrong you were! In fact, you're finding more and more ways to exploit the situation for your own enjoyment. Now, apart from the obvious pleasures, you've taken to going to work with her, just so you can see the looks on the faces of the men (and women) watching her shows.
If only... is what their faces say,
if only I could be with a woman so supple, so strong. You are living the dream! Or one of them, anyway, because the grass is always greener...
And
I imagine the combination of strength, power and flexibility that fitness competitors have could take a man to a whole new level of pleasure. You sit in the audience and purr with satisfaction, knowing that every guy (and girl) around you is getting turned on by your woman's body and what she can do with it, that they're dreaming of the very thing you have.
I imagine she's a winner, and now your lady is in demand for photoshoots all over the world with some of the top photographers in the industry. The forums you used to visit are now full of her pictures along with the lewd and ill-spelt comments of 'fans'. These same guys send her gifts of underwear, posing suits, and even whole outfits with shoes, begging her to send them pictures of herself with them on, at times enclosing large sums of money. And the next time she goes on stage you realise she's wearing one of the outfits she's been sent...
And
I imagine that if you can't handle the adoration your fitness woman gets any more, then the only way left for you to go is a female bodybuilder.
The pinnacle, you think,
it can't possibly get any better. She's just as flexible as the others, but she has so much more muscle. And it was always the muscle that turned me on most.
I imagine You reckon there won't be so much hassle from other guys now. FBBs don't have the same mainstream appeal as fitness women. It'll be a quiet, blissfully happy life. Except now you discover that, yes, OK, fewer guys are into her muscles simply because they are so exceptionally big. But the few guys that are are really really really into her and her muscles. You feel like you need to carry a big stick around to fight them off. But she loves the attention. In fact, she seems to crave it.
I imagine her introducing you to the other guy. Is it over for you and her?
Not at all, she says,
but let's face it, I am a goddess, and who ever heard of a goddess that has only one worshipper?
Jeez, where did THAT come from?! I need a lie-down.
Enjoy the pics anyway!
