This is a guest post by The Schmoe

No matter how many times I see comments like ‘marry me’ on youtube videos or pics of muscular women, it always makes me laugh and cringe in equal measure. You would hope that such comments are made for dramatic effect or with tongue firmly in cheek, but I suspect that this is not the case. While it is by no means all, a lot of schmoes appear to have a worrying amount of difficulty telling the difference between fantasy and reality, between love and lust. As someone who identifies with the schmoe label myself, to see the level of delusion at play among some schmoes is intriguing. At the most basic level it shows a jaw dropping (although amusing) lack of understanding of the complexities of human relationships.

As stated earlier, I have a genuine respect for muscle women as athletes. I am aware of and admire, the huge sacrifices these women make and the dedication to their sport. However, when I sit down to ‘enjoy’ female muscle websites, I don’t do so to understand more about their sport or what makes them tick. It is a functional pursuit aimed at satisfying a sexual urge. With all due respect to muscle women out there, I think that will hardly come as a revelation. We’re not saying we don’t respect you, we’re not saying we don’t admire you, we’re just being honest that you make us horny as hell and we get off while looking at your photos. For some of us, it’s the only sexual release we get and speaking as someone who has been an atheist for over 20 years, priesthood isn’t an option so I need something to stimulate me.

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That is why I’m genuinely a little concerned by the ‘marry me’ brigade. (They don’t even ask , will you marry me, it is more an instruction than a question as if it is an automatic assumption that their fantasy of choice is going to willingly drop everything and commit to living with a random internet guy who for all they know, may be an axe murderer, have extreme ‘mommy issues, have a microscopic penis and/or a superfluous third nipple) They do not appear to understand the basic difference between love and lust, fantasy and reality, between the fulfilment of a masturbatory fantasy and a life long commitment to share your life with another human being.

Female bodybuilders and other muscle women turn me on like crazy. I lust after these women, much more than I lust after any other type of woman or physique. Marriage however is not just something that horny people do so they can fuck each other more often. It is or at least it should be a commitment to share your life, your heart and your soul with someone who accepts you warts and all (and vice versa). Just say for arguments’ sake I do hit the jackpot and end up in a relationship with a female bodybuilder. (Hey, don’t laugh, I’m sure there are plenty of muscle women out there who have fetishes for vertically challenged men with man boobs who look like the lovechild of a hipster and a political prisoner) When I commit to dating (not to mind marrying) a bodybuilder, I am not just committing to the individual, I am committing to their world, to their unorthodox lifestyle. I am committing to being there for them through their intense dieting and everything that goes along with it, the vulnerability, the self-doubt, the mood swings. Yes fbbs look insanely sexy during competition prep, but that is just one aspect. A woman in that intense training regime needs a man who can understand this lifestyle. Not all fbbs require their men to live the lifestyle, some actually prefer them not to, but even living around this lifestyle requires a deep level of empathy that not all men can achieve. As much as some schmoes may like to think otherwise, you wanting to be her slave and bitch is not enough to make a muscle woman make a long term commitment to you. I mean seriously, she’s carb depleted, she’s tired, she’s drained, do you really think she’ll have nothing else on her mind other than having sex with you? Oh please. Some women in that state, just want you to listen. They want you to leave them rant about their day and their frustration. They want a man who will genuinely love and respect, who will reassure them and be there for them. Other women just want you to leave them the fuck alone. That’s all right too, but you have to be man enough to accept that their world does not revolve around you. Nor, does it revolve completely around bodybuilding, they have outside interests and lives too you know. They have values, hopes dreams, aspirations and if you really expect them to marry you, you are buying into all of this too, not just the awesome body you masturbate to online. This is where it gets complicated. Just supposing again I am in a relationship with an fbb. Then I find out that her value systems are totally incompatible with mine? What happens then? I’ll tell you what happens, I’m out the door. As a far left atheist, I could never maintain a relationship with a conservative Christian, no matter how sexy her muscles were, or even how nice she was otherwise. When values clash, long term relationships cease to be maintainable. Maybe some schmoes have no stringent value system. Fair enough, but maybe the muscle beauty you expect to marry you does have one. Then you’re toast. You have to step up to the plate and be the type of man she needs or she’s not going to commit.

There is nothing wrong with your fantasies, but marriage, or even a long term relationship is a deeply complex dance, involving the coming together of two bodies, minds, hearts and souls. Don’t expect your wet dreams to come true just because you want them to. It is not fair to the woman you expect to commit to you, and it’s not fair on you. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not painting myself as an expert here or some kind of saint who doesn't give into his urges, I'm just aware that human relationships are complicated and need more to survive than a foundation of subservience and lust.

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This is a guestpost by The Schmoe
Okay, so I've given you a little insight into what got me into muscle worship. Also, I gave what is hopefully  a sympathetic portrayal of what men like me need to understand and respect about the women that drive us so wild. However for every ying there is a yang and here are some things I ask muscle women to try to understand about schmoes.

1. Just because you turn us on doesn't make us deviants. Yes, we look at images of you online. Yes those images usually make us sexually aroused and yes, this often means that one of our hands is occupied while looking at those images/videos. However all beings are sexual, we all fantasise about someone and those of us not in relationships have no other means to satisfy those desires. It doesn't mean we are perverts or deviants, it just means there is life in the old dog yet.
2. You are not the only type of women we find attractive. Yes we dig your muscles, yes muscular females are our ultimate fantasies, but very few women look like you, so don't think that when you're not around or when we're not viewing muscle sites that we're not experiencing sexual attraction. I love women. A lot. All shapes and sizes turn me on. I work at a public desk, if I don't see at least 5-10 customers every day that I find sexually attractive, I consider it a very bad day at the office (literally.) Just because I happen to be crap with women, doesn't mean I'm not interested in them. Yes it is a very big bonus for me if a woman can throw me around like a little rag doll and or has biceps that could open a pickle jar. However, that is not a prerequisite for turning me on. I'm sure other schmoes are similar. Although I do know anecdotally that there are some schmoes who ONLY find muscular women attractive.
3. We have lives too. I am not going to lie. I spend a lot of my spare time on female muscle websites. However, for 37 hours of the week, I am at work. I also study part time. I already have a masters' degree, I run half marathons occasionally, I'm involved in extra curricular activites, I have a social life. I have many other strings to my bow. So please don't dismiss me or other schmoes as 'just' schmoes.
4. Schmoes (most of us anyway) are good people. I'm Irish and was raised in a traditional Irish catholic family. (I'm very much a secular atheist these days.) I was taught to respect people, to take people as I find them, to never disrespect or humiliate people. Human rights, labour rights, dignity and compassion are central tenets of my value system. Just because you turn me on and I might have what the church I was born into may call 'impure thoughts' about you on a regular basis, does not mean I don't value and respect you intrinsically as a human being. I have done a lot of charity work both at home and abroad. I have worked with the homeless, with kids with special needs and am very active in suicide prevention and mental health. I don't expect a pat on the back for any of this, I am merely using these things to illustrate that if you think those of us who worship female muscles have nothing in our lives more noble and fulfilling than choking the chicken while oggling your granite like physiques, think again. I'm sure some schmoes are arseholes, but my experience of those I have encountered online is very much that of ordinary decent men (many family men) who live normal lives and do the best they can for those around us. Now none of us expect you to become ouf bffs, but  I'm just saying that if you were to look past the stereotypes and take us as we are, you might be pleasantly surprised :)

 

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This is a guest post by The Schmoe

For those of you unfamiliar with the term, while the word does have other meanings, in the context I refer to it, it is a slang term used to describe people (primarily men) who worship muscles. (primarly female.) While it is ordinarily meant in a condescending and derogatory sense by muscular women who hold such men in  contempt, I use the label openly and proudly. For as long as I remember I have been fascinated by strength and muscle. I remember as a young boy being mesmerised by Wonder Woman bending guns or the Incredible Hulk ripping cars assunder with his powerful musclebound arms. I remember seeing female bodybuilding contests on Screensport and being blown away.  As soon as I was old enough to understand such things, the interest went from mere curiosity to something intensely sexual. I no longer just found muscle and strength interesting, I found it arousing. Yet for a long time, access to images was difficult, I would spot an odd magazine cover with a muscular woman or an article in a newspaper, it was rare enough to find such things in Ireland. So at this stage, my love of female muscle though conscious to me, was something I could rarely explored. I oggled and wanked to the same images that most early teenage boys have access to and get aroused by. Movie stars, glamour models, athletes, TV presnters. Women like Elle McPherson, Claudia Schiffer, Kathy Lloyd, Melinda Messenger. I got hard to these women I fantasised about them, like any normal boy my age, but on the rare occasions I saw muscle women in the media it felt like a real treat.


Then when I was 17, we got the internet for the first time and things changed. Suddenly my curiosity could be satisfied more easily. I could oggle muscle women, I could view them on screen, wank to them if the coast was clear, or print out their pictures and wank to them in my own time. As years went by my attraction to muscular powerful women became more and more insatiable. Now don't get me wrong, I was and still am attracted to regular women as well, but being shy and very uncomfortable around women (not as friends, just the ones I'm attracted to), having normal romantic or sexual relationships with women is something I find virtually impossible to achieve. This made 'virtual women' all the more important for my sexual release and for me that was increasingly becoming about muscular women. In fact, there was a certain similarity to the life of a man who becomes hooked on drugs. You start out on the soft stuff, then that no longer cuts it. You need harder and harder stuff and more and more of it. Thankfully I never experimented with drugs, nor was I ever tempted to. I just don't see the point. However, when it came to muscle women, I was and remain addicted and addicted bad. It is an addiction I have neither the inclination nor respurces to kick. It started out with the ripped, toned fitness model types, then I gradually moved on to bigger and bigger. By my mid 20s, I began to realise that as much as I have always been attracted to big tits, when it came to muscle women I preferred hard pecs. The women I wanked off to and fantasised about most often, were no longer the Jamie Easons or Corey Nadines of this world as sexy and all as they are, they became the Christine Envalls, the Colette Guimonds, the Aleesha Youngs, the Sarah Hayes', the Julie Bourassas, I wanted veins, I wanted bulk, I wanted striations, pec bouncing, aggression. As much as I still liked a pretty face, that now became an added bonus, rather than a pre-requisite. I also got into the more extreme side of female muscle fiction. It allowed me access to a world where my sthenolagnia (sexual attraction to muscle) and cratolagnia (sexual attraction to strength) were not hindered by reality. Where I was free to enjoy women whose muscles were so enormous they made the Incredible Hulk look like Pee Wee Herman, where their strength and power was so extreme that they could tear superman apart like he was plasticine. Maybe that sounds weird to people, but you've got to understand one thing. Attraction to female muscle and strength is still such a taboo, that being open about it is not an option for most of us. So the female muscle websites provide me with a sanctuary, with somewhere where I can be myself and at least try to satisfy my insatiable strength and muscle lust. I almost said, without judgement, but unfortunately that is far from the truth. For a group of people so misunderstood, muscle worshipers are depressingly condescending and judgemental of each other. There is so much politics and ego within the hideen world of muscle worship, it is unreal. That, however, is a story for another post.

So what is it about muscles that send me so over the edge? It's hard to define, but for me, I see the muscular female physique as an art form. Each muscular lady is like a wonderfully erotic sculpture, more beautiful and magical thatn anything Michaelangelo could have even imagined, The muscular female form is simply breathtaking. I just can't get enough of it, I find the view particularly hypnotic from the back, for reasons I struggle to find an explanation for.

So I hope you enjoy the blog. Unfortunately, my blog entries will be all text for the foreseeable future. Partially because I'm crap at adding images and partially because I'm paranoid of breaching copyright. I hope however that this largely anonymous blog will be at least intriguing to the reader, be they a committed schmoe, a total outsider or even a muscular female interested to know a little more about what goes on in the minds of those of us, whom their magnificent muscles excite so much.

Happy muscle worshipping folks.
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When I first found online that many other people besides me like muscular women, I thought: wow there are more people exactly like me. But I was generalizing a little bit too much, I think.
The women in my fantasies and my comics are: 1. muscular, 2. strong, 3. tall, 4. dominant and 5. sexy. I thought it kind of was like this for all fans of female muscle, but that didn't turn out to be true. If I discovered anything through running this little comic business for two years now, it's that this fetish is incredibly diverse, with many variations, categories, subtleties. Among the people who like muscular women, many apparently don't necessarily need them to be strong or dominant. The muscles in itself can be enough of a turnon. I also make my girls a lot bigger and taller than many other people I guess would like them. That's because the domination aspect is so important to me.

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There are also people who are into domination, of course, but not into muscular women, or even strength. For them it's mostly about mental domination. For me, the combination is interesting: strength and muscle offer so many more possibilities for domination, and I especially like the idea that the musclewoman doesn't need and tools are armor: she's strong enough to take care of the boys with just her bare arms.

There are people who are into tall girls, but don't need muscle or strength - although the domination aspect mostly seems to be present here.

There are people who are into strong girls, but don't necessarily need the muscle. They love girls lifting cars and doing superhuman strength feats, like bending bars and other stuff.

Then of course there is the whole muscle growth fetish, which seems to be a big turn on for many people within this field. People seem to particularly the conversion from an average or even weak girl into a tall, strong female.

And then there are countless small variations, themes, topics, relationships, eras, pieces of clothing... that turn particular people on a lot.

So you see, it's impossible to make the ideal story for everyone at the same time, cause everyone is so different, even within this field.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy what I make, and I hope it comes pretty close to your fantasies :)

 

After five chapters, I have spun a preliminary end to Farm Girl Muscle. You can find the last chapter here: from the final chapter of Farm Girl Muscle: http://www.amazonias.net/collections/newest/products/farm-girl-muscle-chapter-6
(and find free previews on my deviantart profile here). Maybe some of you have noticed that even when i close a series, i always leave the door open to a sequel. I imagine it's like writing for a tv-series: you are never sure it will be canceled or go on, so you have to be able to go either way.
In any case, I enjoyed the ride with big strong muscular Emily, who is one of my favorite heroines. I like her face and the glow of her skin. I also like her character, and the development of it within the story, going from a shy musclegirl to a much more self assured woman, discovering her own sexuality and getting incredibly turned on by dominating little Robert.
I hope you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed creating it :-)

I just published the girl next door.

Jasmin, the junior olympic weighlifting champion and meets Stephen's father, who wants his son to come home to finish his work for school. Jasmin doesn't like this interruption and taunts the man untill he enters her backyard. She soon starts to dominate and humiliate him, lifting him in different positions. Then she decides to quiz him, the way he quizzes his son.

A wonderful backyard neighborhood setting, great renders, a tall, sexy young musclegirl... All the ingredients for another tintillating story from Amazonias...

The story turned out longer than I expected, but I'm very happy with the result. Jasmin is I think very sexy, I love her veins, and I also love the lighting in this story. Jasmin acts somewhat like a protector of Stephen, by punishing his father.

 

I guess I like this story, because I finished two chapters of it in a row. Normally I switch between stories and work on something else after each chapter I finished, but not this time. I guess I'm in love with Emily, the magnificently muscular yet rather shy giantess...

So here you can see it: http://www.amazonias.net/products/farm-girl-muscle-chapter-2

Robert, our little hero, has conspired with Sarah: Robert will be Sarah's birthday present to her huge, muscular sister Emily. After a nice suprise dinner for Emily, Robert and Sarah have planned a camping night for her. Robert and Emily get to know each other a little bit, and there is the first confrontation with Emily's strength, power and awesome musclemass.

Sarah, just turned eighteen, is one of the sexiest characters I have yet created. She's tall, has huge, bulging muscles, and, uncharacteristically for an Amazonias girl, is rather shy.

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I found this interesting text about female muscle fantasies

Here's an excerpt...

The desire to have a muscular girlfriend or wife is nothing unusual for men like us. However, the dynamics of that relationship can differ from guy to guy. For example, let’s talk about the concept of a Female Led Relationship (commonly referred to an FLR). Simply put, a Female Led Relationship is exactly what it sounds like. In a male/female relationship, instead of the man being the leader of the relationship, the woman takes on that role.

However, this particular relationship arrangement is more erotic in nature than financial. When the woman is the main breadwinner of the household, this is not necessarily an FLR in the strictest sense of the term. There has to be an erotic aspect to it to really make it a true FLR. Roleplaying, BDSM-type activities and sexual banter meant to demean the man and demonstrate dominance of the woman are all par for the course.

Lot's of different fantasies to read about here. Some you may think exciting, others not so much. To each his own :-)