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.
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.
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.
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.
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 :)
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.
PDF of 97 pages
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 :-)