To finish off what has been a bad year for the sport of female bodybuilding, but, in FMS‘ opinion anyway, a good year for the perception of muscular women in society as a whole, a few of our favourite images from 2013 that we haven’t posted already.
Strap yourselves in for Marthe Sundby, Cindy’s ‘enhancements’, Ria’s rear, squats in the library, a stormtrooper, and what can only be described as a ‘wowcep’. Enjoy!
Christal’s own ‘Keep Calm And..’ creation
It’s not going to be easy, Christal, but I’ll do my best…
We Can Do It!
Finland’s Kaisa Toikko‘s tribute to the iconic wartime poster. With more and more women convinced of the benefits of weight training and seeking muscle growth, the message is once again relevant, albeit in a very different way.
left: I’m pretty sure this kind of thing is frowned upon by Health & Safety officials. 
right: And I’m also pretty sure that if that was me getting that close to Marthe Sundby‘s divine bum, I’d just have to take a bite. Screw the dental bills! I mean, how often do chances like that present themselves?
“So I was in the library, supposed to be working but actually just daydreaming about hot women lifting when there was this enormous flash of light and BANG! there she was, doing squats on the table in front of me. Turns out I can summon her at will. All I have to do is dream. Ain’t I the lucky one?!”
Cosplay, anyone?
left: Rashida Stowe. I always wondered what the stormtroopers looked like when they took off their uniforms. right: Come fly with Minna Pajulahti as she models the 2014 flight attendants’ outfit for Female Muscle Airlines, the only airline where 100% of passengers watch the pre-flight safety announcements 100% of the time.
Glamorous Female Muscle
Muscle, beauty and great shoes. left: Good to see that Branka Njecovec, winner of the Arnold Amateur in 2013, got my congratulatory rose. right: Skadi Frei offers a sensational alternative window shopping experience.
Abs!
Legs!
Mmmmmonique’s rivers of blood.
America’s got thickness
left: Rene Marven and her wowcep; right: Shannon from the rear.
Europe’s got thickness
Virginia and Oana demonstrate that density equals mass over volume.
Ria’s rear
“Just a little pic of my Bootay'” says Ria.
Cindy ++
New in 2013, Cindy Landolt‘s enhancements don’t seem to have done her career any harm. Reports suggest she is about to launch a movie career.
Spot the Difference I
Correct! She’s even hotter in the picture on the right. By the way, does anybody know who ‘she’ is? (Apart from being my favourite unknown muscle hottie of the year.)
Spot the Difference II
Correct again! Aleesha’s gone blond in 2013.
And finally…
We’ll leave you with Lithuanian lovely Karina Akmens and her hand bra.
Enjoy!
In 2011, it was Kashma Maharaj, Fabiola Boulanger, Ginger Martin, Cinderella Landolt, Penpraghai Tiangngok and Katka Kyptova. Last year, FMS selected Sarah Hayes, Holland Canter, Helle Nielsen, Andrea Brazier, Gillian Kovack and Tarna Alderman.
It’s that time of year again.
Just to remind you, we are not, in any way, claiming that these are the six biggest or best female bodybuilders in the world today (although on this occasion you will probably agree that one of them is, indeed, the best). Rather we are simply celebrating six of FMS‘ many favourites from the last twelve months.
Why six? Well, six was the number we decided on the first time we did this in 2011, and we chose six because it is the number of finalists in most bodybuilding contests (if there are at least six competitors anyway). They are in no particular order, they are Female Muscle Slave’s Women of the Year 2013
Shannon Courtney: Bodybuilder
FMS has already written plenty about Shannon, devoting a whole week to this incredible young female bodybuilder, just over a month ago. In a nutshell, we wanted to celebrate Shannon’s decision not to switch down to the physique division. It was a decision she made after much umming and ahing over a period of months that had Shannon devotees constantly on the verge of tears (if not hara-kiri) dreading that she would, as threatened, ‘go physique’. Fortunately, this never happened, and in October, on her Facebook page, was the news the world, well, the female muscle lovin’ world at least, had been waiting for: Screw this Physique transformation, she wrote, I Can’t Hide the BODYBUILDER inside. #fbb #forlife Back to real training!
Cue scenes of jubilation the world over, not to mention an impromptu party at the FMS office that only started to fizzle out three days and several arrests later.
It’s a testament to her popularity with the fans that for the first time in a long time Alina Popa has serious competition in the Muscle Goddess of the Year poll on the forum whose first rule is that you do not talk about it. And yet, Shannon didn’t even win the NPC USAs, where she was awarded her pro card. Know who won? Margie something, wasn’t it? Exactly. So what is it Shannon’s got that other recently anointed pros haven’t got? Well, except for the youth, the beauty, that smile, those funky eyebrow raises, hamstrings that make male bodybuilders find a quiet corner and weep a little, a quad sweep that has addresses in two different postcodes, and an upper body known to intimidate bull elephants, what exactly is it that Shannon’s got?
Star quality. The kind of thing you can’t put your finger on but you know when you see it. And that, I reckon is why we fans are getting all excited about Shannon. In her we see media, a woman who can bring female bodybuilding back to the outer fringes of the mainstream. I swear that every time I see a new pic of her I start to hear the Stone Roses’ song ‘This Is The One’ in my head!
However, whether Shannon is ‘The One’ or not is largely irrelevant – to her anyway. Shannon sets herself goals, then goes and achieves them. Her first goal was to find out what division she should compete in. With that sorted (hopefully once and for all) she wanted to get her pro card. Check. What matters to Shannon now is making it to the Olympia (no doubt while it’s still there for female bodybuilders).
Strap yourselves in for Shannon Courtney in 2014.
Sexy Sophie Arvebrink
It was back in February, I think, that I started to suffer from this strange affliction, writes 6ft1swell. I’ve since sought all kinds of cures – from hypnosis to acupuncture, from psychoanalysis to anti-psychotic drugs, and there have been no tangible results. And what exactly is this affliction of which you speak Mr Swell? Well, since I first wrote about sexy Sophie Arvebrink I have been quite unable to type her name without adding that word in front of it. Try as I might not to, my fingers just type it. And I’m beginning to think there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it…
The rest of us at FMS, while sympathising with Swell’s plight, honestly don’t see how it’s that big of a problem. Sophie is, after all, well, you know… sexy. It’s not as if he’s typing some inappropriate adjective. Sexy suits Sophie 100%.
What the rest of us at FMS spend more time worrying about is what exactly it is that Sophie does, because it seems to us that her entire life consists of the gym, taking pictures of herself, posting said pictures, getting a bit of sleep (probably, we can’t confirm this but we seriously doubt anyone can look as fine as Sophie does without a fair bit of shuteye), and, er, that seems to be about it. Occasionally, Sophie posts pictures of herself in her trademark vest and tight tight leggings (naughty naughty thoughts) in some sunny location like the south of Turkey, but even then all she seems to do is work out and take pictures of herself, post those pictures and…
You get the idea. I think there’s only one way to find out. I think we need to send Mr Swell to Stockholm. I think he needs to track Miss Arvebrink down and get to the bottom (right to the tight little bottom) of this question of Sophie’s activities. Perhaps then, and only then, will he be cured.
Sophie says: 1½ years. Strong Is the New Sexy
Meanwhile, we can only go on what her sexiness posts on her Facebook page for clues about her life and her future plans. My motivation? Well. I will never be the biggest girl, or the strongest one. I will probably never be the most ripped one, or some sexy bikini fitness girl. And I don’t feel like competing. All I ever wanted is to be the best version of myself. And that’s plenty enough to motivate me. Now let’s GOOOOO!
OK, Swell. Let’s give it another go. Let’s see if you can type ‘The Self-Motivating Sophie Arvebrink’ as the title of this piece. Go on, give it a go. Oh dear. Better get on that plane to Stockholm. Wait a minute! Why’s he smiling? Get after him and get those tickets cancelled! It was a cunning plan all along!!!
[Swell’s Postcard’s from Stockholm is a new series coming soon on FMS]
Shawna Strong: Shawna 2.0
2013 didn’t begin well for Shawna Pierce. In fact things hadn’t been going well for a couple of years. Tough economic times meant that her personal training clientele had dwindled. I ended up giving up most of my possessions, I lost 2 animals tragically, and my relationship fell apart with my then boyfriend, she says. However, this prompted a change of location, new friends and enrollment on the Dietetics program at Arizona State University. Reinvigorated, she entered the 2011 NPC USAs and made a bid for her pro card, but only managed 9th. I was disappointed yet not totally discouraged, she says. I needed to make changes; to decide to stop competing or push forward and continuing to improve.
To be a bodybuilder has always been Shawna’s dream. All my friends wanted to play house and with dolls and they wanted to be models and I was obsessed with muscles and superheroes. Then I discovered bodybuilders and their ‘superhero presence’ on a cover of a magazine in the grocery store when I was 12 years old. I asked my mom to buy me Muscle & Fitness magazine and she looked at me weird, but after a little begging and pleading she let me buy it. I saw my first heartthrob Arnold Schwarzenegger there… Holy Moly! I was not only hooked on him, but on the sport itself. I hid in my bedroom and read up on nutrition and exercise techniques, and would study the pics & workouts of bodybuilders nearly every day. Before long she was also hooked on Cory Everson’s ESPN workouts, but being a small town girl I didn’t have access to a gym, so I did what I could with my limited weight set at home, and the TV show.
She graduated, joined the military, got married. She met a female bodybuilder at a gym, followed her to a competition and asked to be trained by her. After six months she couldn’t afford her FBB trainer and started a workout program with a friend’s aunt online. By 2003 she had her BSc in Community Health Education, gained her personal trainer qualifications and had entered her first competition. She began working as a personal trainer on her own time, full-time after a move to Arizona in 2006, then independently from 2008.
Fast forward again to the beginning of 2013. I was in a very dark space, she says. And then, I went back to directing my attention on the 1 thing that empowered me the most, bodybuilding. February 20th, 2013 is when I invented Shawna Strong, and my whole life took a 180 degree turn.
I started a new social network, changed my look, started self-promoting and getting into modeling, and set a goal to reach professional status in bodybuilding… this time with my whole heart in it. I achieved just that, the dream person I imagined at age 12. On July 19, 2013 I won my Pro card, and felt the most amazing feeling aside of love that day. Don’t you just LOVE a happy ending?
Quite a story. And quite a woman. I very much doubt her story ends here.
Follow it on her website.
Suzy Kellner: The Joy of Muscle
Looking at the physique of Hungary’s Suzy (Zsuzsanna, ain’t those Zs’s zsexy) Kellner, it’s hard to believe that like Lisa Cross (reported by FMS in October) this zsexational woman is one of those ex-anorexic turned bodybuilding athlete success stories. A body like hers would be achievement enough if she’d been relatively healthy when she started out. The fact that she has built her zspectacular physique out of the body of a chronic anorexic makes her achievement all the more admirable.
Suzy’s condition was once so bad that she had to be hospitalised, and it was at that point that she says she decided to make a change in my life. Starting with capoeira and ‘acrobatics’, she began her journey back to health, but even then when she first entered a gym and started to work out seriously, she weighed in at a mere 39kg (which is a touch over 6st, or just under 86lbs depending on your location).
Maybe this is why Suzy gives off such great vibes when showing herself off, whether it’s on stage or in the many many clips she has made for her own website and others. Not since the days of Dr Dena Westerfield, in my opinion anyway, has a female bodybuilder communicated the joy of being in her own muscular body with such aplomb. She eyes up her own bicep as she flexes it with a killer combination of pride and desire. She flexes her abs and runs her hands over the muscle in the classic ‘washboard’ style, then looks to camera and winks. She finishes a set of shoulder presses and proceeds to check herself out in the mirror with a 1,000 megawatt smile.
Of course, Suzy has been showing us the joy of muscle for a good few years now, so why one of the Women of the Year in 2013? Well, first of all there’s her website, which has really only got up and running in the last few months. There’s also the fact that she competed at the Arnold Amateur in 2013, winning over all and sundry backstage with that body and that smile, and finishing in the top 6 in the taller physique class.
And then there was her work with fitvids this year. Their clips of Suzy working out are probably my pick of the year. In a tiny black vest and the kind of skin tight shorts that don’t so much cover her beautiful muscle bottom as frame it, Suzy is in top condition just after the Arnold. She pumps up her arms, bis and tris, and preens and poses for the camera (and herself) in the mirror. At this point, how the guys in the background attempting to work out while this is going on don’t just all run towards the changing rooms with their hands firmly on their groins I really don’t know. But then, unbelievably, it gets better. Suzy puts her gorgeous, tanned and defined abs through a punishing set, then walks away towards the changing rooms herself. If the sashay she does that ensures everyone in the place is going to notice her glutes doesn’t do it for you, then the fact that just after she’s walked right past the noses of two or three lucky guys she turns back to camera and flexes her upper body before blowing a kiss right at you, the viewer, is bound to. Quite honestly I’m not absolutely sure what happens after that. I think she turns around again and keeps sashaying away from camera as the clip fades out. I’m temporarily blind at that point, you see.
If we had an FMS prize for ‘Performance of the Year in a Gym-Based Clip’, Suzy would be a zshoe-in. Maybe next year… when I’m sure we’ll have witnessed plenty more of this amazing woman’s ability to get across the joy of muscle.
Georgina McConnell: Mission to Hyooooge
How could Georgina not be one of FMS‘ Women of the Year? We’ve written as much about the teenage (not for much longer) sensation from the north-east as about any other woman this year. Back in March we noted her breakout onto the fan forums (Future Star); in July we told of the press she was getting in the British muscle media and her victory at the UKBFF North (Haway the Lass); then in September it was all about Georgina and Me when the planets lined up, a story on Georgina in the British press went global, and Georgina herself name-checked FMS on her Twitter – quite possibly, no, absolutely our finest moment thus far!
Granted, our most recent post concerning Georgina didn’t bring the greatest of news, as FMS reported her disappointment at (what she called) her ‘stupid body’ not exactly showing itself at its best for the day of the UKBFF British Championships. However, even then there was no little optimism from our growin’ lass, as she vowed not be ‘stuck in physique forever’ and instead to focus on getting ‘hyooooge’.
And why wouldn’t she be optimistic? Here she is, ‘three and a bit years’ from her starting point. Imagine the damage she is going to be doing to female bodybuilding stages (if there are any, that is) in another three and a bit!
Even since our last check-up on Georgina, things have moved along. There’s evidence of even more hyoooogeness, and what’s more, Georgina has designed herself a T-shirt – email her on musclesport@ymail.com for more details.
And even better, at least for fans wanting to throw some pennies in Georgina’s direction, she has most recently revealed plans for a bit of camming after Christmas: Gunna be setting some kind of cam up for a bit [of] funding etc and obviously because people have been asking. After Christmas… Would anyone be interested? Funny how the words ‘woods’, ‘does’, ‘bear’ and ‘shit’ just popped into my mind the first time I read that. Oh, you too? Now that is strange!
And, as I always seem to finish off whenever I’m writing about Georgina, British!
Alina Popa: The (Uncrowned) Queen
There’s a clip on YouTube of Alina Popa’s posing routine at the 2013 Ms Olympia taken by a (female) fan who (judging by the other clips) had travelled to Las Vegas for the event. The fan wasn’t filming in the auditorium but off a big screen, so the image, although very watchable, is slightly skewed. What’s interesting about it is that at the start of the clip you can hear the fan say something (in Russian I think) and ‘Popa’. Now I don’t speak Russian, but it sounds, to my overactive imagination anyway, that what she’s saying is ‘Be quiet, it’s Popa’, or ‘Drop what you’re doing and come watch, it’s Popa’, or perhaps even ‘Oh my God! Look at Popa!’
I may be totally wide of the mark with my imaginary translation, but the point I’m trying to make is that whereas in 2012 she had appeared at the Ms International, in 2013 she did not. Whereas in 2012 she had done countless photo sets and video shoots, there have been precious few this year. She gave us less, but it amounted to more, and it made Alina’s appearance at the Olympia an event.
We wondered if it was possible that Alina would be able to improve on the package she had brought to the 2011 and 2012 Olympias, but we also knew that she had gone high up into the Rockies to train with Mr Olympia Phil Heath at a gym run by Heather Policky’s ex-husband. If there was anywhere where she could find that little extra, it would probably be there. And when showtime arrived, and Alina took to the stage, and we saw the results, we were not disappointed. It had been worth the wait.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying for a moment that Alina’s ascent to the top of the female bodybuilding tree happened overnight. Her glorious physique is quite obviously the result of many many years of relentless dedication and effort. She has been the fans’ favourite for some time now, and anyone else who’s seen the Muscle Angels clip where Annie Riveccio has to lie down after worshipping Alina’s pre-contest body won’t be in any doubt that she’s been admired by her fellow female bodybuilders for some time too. It’s just that this year she’s gone to another level.
Check out Georgina McConnell’s Instagram, for example. There are lots of pictures of Georgina, her meals, and other amusing stuff. And then there’s Popa. OK, there’s also Debi Laszewski, Tina Chandler and so on. But there’s only a pic or two of them, while there’s lots and lots of Popa. Check out other FBBs’ Instagrams, Facebooks. Witness how many images of Alina they post as inspiration. You’ll find Georgina’s is typical. Tarna Alderman (an FMS Woman of the Year in 2012) cited Alina’s influence when she tweeted her decision to stay with bodybuilding in October: @ALINAPOPA1 shows it can be feminine! I’ve been a big fan of Alina since I got into bbing, [she’s] literally the only reason I’ve stayed with bbing, very inspiring. Check out other FBBs’ Twitters for references to Alina’s inspiration. You’ll find them.
This is what we were getting at when FMS wrote, back in November in our Ms Olympia review, that Alina is now ‘the leading female bodybuilder in the world’. She may not be wearing the crown yet, but for the fans, and, more importantly I think, for her peers, she is the de facto Queen of the sport.
Your Women of the Year? Same? Different?
Comment or email 6ft1swell@gmail.com
Christmas Muscle Babe by Bambs79
Some real, some UNreal Crimbo Eve muscles for your viewing pleasure.
Denise always gets the wood up; Aleesha, naughty or nice?
Our traditional end of year posts will be up before the New Year,
and daily posting will resume some time in January.
Xmas FBB by vatorx; Christmas Lin by kob13 by vince3; Santa Muscle Baby by Plinius
FMS wishes a very Merry Christmas to all you lovely readers!
It’s always nice to know that someone is reading my musings, and even nicer when they actually bother to share their thoughts and/or reach out a mutually female muscle appreciating hand. So, this week on FMS, for some of the lovely readers who have been in touch (whether by email or the comment box), a whole post inspired by them as a way of saying thank you for supporting the blog.
I hope they, and you, will enjoy them.
Last but certainly not least this week, a tribute to the UK’s (possibly the world’s) longest-running female muscle fan blog, the legendary PumpItUp’s Female Muscle.
I’ve never made any secret of my admiration for this incredible archive of female muscle, nor how it provided so much of the inspiration for me to start Female Muscle Slave. PumpItUp himself was one of the first readers to contact me after FMS began, and it has been an honour and a pleasure to share my love of female muscle with him.
Eight years of blogging, more or less continuously since December 2005. Truly amazing. ‘How to pay tribute?’ I wondered. In the end, I decided on this…
A HISTORY OF PUMPITUP IN 100 IMAGES
2005
Dame Kelly Holmes leads the applause for PumpItUp at 8
2006
THEMES ESTABLISHED
Abs and fitness: Sarah De Herdt and Larissa Reis
Early PumpItUp was characterised by the use of screencaps, often from UK TV
Shelley Beattie on Sky Three (!!!)
Spice Girl Mel C armwrestling
This looks like Mz Devious, but 2006?! Surely not!
2007
PumpItUp is a celebration of female muscle in ALL its forms
Acrobatic muscle, May 2007
So many women, and iconic images, seen first on PumpItUp
Erica Cordie, December 2007
2008
It’s all there on PumpItUp: abs, calves, biceps and backs; the new and the old;
from the unknown ‘Girl Next Door’ to the well-known female muscle face
2009
Jamie Costa and Nena Cortes got 2009 off to a hot start
Anne Freitas on the brink of greatness; Maria Kuzmina, Russian NABBA goddess
Like a sweet shop of female muscle, there’s allsorts (sorry!) to enjoy
The beautiful Pauline Nordin, a PumpItUp staple
Macey Boudreau pumps it up
2010
PumpItUp kicks off 2010 in style with abs and hammies to die for, and by officially giving Sarah Hayes ‘the right to bear arms’ and calling Oksana a ‘Modern Venus’…
The Malacarne triplets!
PumpItUp favourites like Lisa Moordigan (above) are never over-featured,
but when they are, he makes sure the images are memorable
left: ‘Lean and Mean’; right: ‘The Quad Squad’
PumpItUp reduces your amount of ‘Guess Who? time. He not only almost always knows who it is, but he also bothers to tell you. That’s Suzy Kellner right there.
2011
‘Stunning abdominal landscapes’: Popa (above) and Landolt
‘How to Stop Traffic. And everything else!’
UK mainstream media muscle rarely escapes PumpItUp‘s beady eye
2012
In which year PumpItUp brought us abs…
… FMS got inspiration for Ts of the Day…
… more media, more Crossfit…
… and more abs
2013
PumpItUp is, in this reader’s opinion anyway, better than ever. Daily posting resumes. The man’s archive is seemingly endless, and if you don’t have time or inclination to scour the web for images, there’s no better place to get your female muscle fix.
Female muscle fantasies…
… and old favourites and new finds
It’ll never be the Twix advert, more’s the pity
Amy Sibcy, and some other great legs ‘Just Going for a Stroll’
Some of the most beautiful women in the world
Lisa Marie Sanders: progress
Karina Akmens, x3
And a final snapshot – all posted in the last couple of weeks
Of course, this 100-image tribute is only a tiny fraction of the hundreds and thousands of images you can find on PumpItUp, and on and on it goes, with a new image (at least) per day, into its eighth year. Happy 8th Birthday, and may PumpItUp continue to go strong through 2014 and for many many years’ beyond…
Merry Christmas, my friend!
It’s always nice to know that someone is reading my musings, and even nicer when they actually bother to share their thoughts and/or reach out a mutually female muscle appreciating hand. So, this week on FMS, for some of the lovely readers who have been in touch (whether by email or the comment box), a whole post inspired by them as a way of saying thank you for supporting the blog.
I hope they, and you, will enjoy them.
Regular readers will need no introduction to El Mariachi, long-time FMS supporter and friend, and the author of the unique Erotic Female Muscles blog.
We hope that next year I can finally persuade him to guest edit FMS for a week with his own special brand of candid female muscle lovin’ descriptions. But until then, just a little bit of what El Mariachi has been enjoying this year…
“SPERMALICIOUS”
Mariachi on Tina: Simply spermalicious!
It is the word El Mariachi most often uses to describe his female muscle favourites. Now, it takes quite a lot to get a new word into the language, but it seems to me that he’s well on his way, especially since he started using Twitter. For those of you keen to help get this word into common usage, a word of warning. El Mariachi‘s research has found that Angela Salvagno, Denise Masino and Debi Laszewski love it, Tina Chandler doesn’t mind it, but Heather Armburst hates it!
Debi: Happy to be called spermalicious
Mariachi on Alina: The orgasmic experience and cum loads induced by this Romanian breed muscle queen are unbelievable.
In a comment to Cross Is Back in October, El Mariachi reveals he has boldly responded to Lisa Cross’ request on her website for proof of how excited she makes her fans.
Just joined Lisa’s site and submitted my cock cumming all on her pics followed by an email. I’m surprised she DID REPLY and LOVES my cock and cum.
In fact she had just had sex with her companion and my pics got her aroused again immediately. So she went to her companion and demanded MORE pounding…
Mariachi on Marja, a comment on Legs Month (August): I don’t spend much PRIVATE time with her, but if I do she makes me CUM like an Icelandic volcano with indescribable orgasmic pleasure…
Mariachi on Michelle: This little muscle cum princess is ONE hell of a cum inducer. Her surname says it all!
And most recently, in November, El Mariachi discovers British Physique champ Ria Ward: Last week I discovered this spermalicious brunette. Very seldom does my cock respond positively to fitness competitors but here I go. Been cumming like a fountain and can’t get her out of my mind when having sex with my woman…
But any post dedicated to El Mariachi surely must climax with the woman he claims has given him more ‘indescribable pleasure’ than any other.
The most orgasmic abs still belong to her. They just make my mouth water…
During our Ms O Countdown in September: [She is in] The best and most spermalicious condition ever. I really hope she wins this year.
[I’ve made this video] As tribute to the MOST SPERMALICIOUS MUSCLE CUM QUEEN God ever created – YAXENI ORIQUEN for inducing my 500th load of thick cum. An out-of-universe ORGASMIC experience!!!
Follow El Mariachi on his blog, his YouTube channel and Twitter.
Merry Christmas JL!
It’s always nice to know that someone is reading my musings, and even nicer when they actually bother to share their thoughts and/or reach out a mutually female muscle appreciating hand. So, this week on FMS, for some of the lovely readers who have been in touch (whether by email or the comment box), a whole post inspired by them as a way of saying thank you for supporting the blog.
I hope they, and you, will enjoy them.
Martin Kohl, one of the most prolific commenters on FMS, is a German with admiration for the female muscle beauty the UK currently has. ‘All the good BB girls are British these days… *envy*,’ he said in response to FBBUK: Haway the Lass!*, a post about teen sensation Georgina McConnell (and, incidentally, one of the most popular FMS posts of this, or any, year).
But although Martin loves a bit of Georgina (who doesn’t?), back in January he told us that ‘I’d rather go out with Rene if it comes to British beef.’ So first up for Martin today, it’s Rene, who you will probably agree is not only the most successful female bodybuilder from the UK right now, but is also the most beautiful.
Now that’s what I call eye candy…
It’s funny that while Martin is such a UK FBB fan, because I’ve always been a massive fan of German FBBs. Sabine Wick, Christa Bauch, the massive Cornelia Brandt, Merle Mohr, Nathalie Falk, the sensationally sexy Skadi Frei, and my all-time German number ein and one of my very first female muscle loves, the beautiful Anja Langer, are just some of the Muskel Mädchen who have filled me with admiration for the female muscle talent of Martin’s home country.
And this year, it’s been Michaela Schaar, the self-styled ‘Iron Witch’ of the Black Forest, who has made quite an impression on this boy.
It seems, as we say here, the grass is always greener on the other side, or, as Martin would say, Die Kirschen in Nachbars Garten schmecken immer süßer.
Thanks to you Martin for continuing to support the blog. Your comments and emails, always honest and full of passion and humour, are always appreciated. I look forward to another year of mutual female muscle jealousy.
Hopefully, I can unearth some more British talent for you to enjoy in 2014…
It’s always nice to know that someone is reading my musings, and even nicer when they actually bother to share their thoughts and/or reach out a mutually female muscle appreciating hand. So, this week on FMS, for some of the lovely readers who have been in touch (whether by email or the comment box), a whole post inspired by them as a way of saying thank you for supporting the blog.
I hope they, and you, will enjoy them.
The reader who inspired today’s post got in touch to tell me about his epic experience of multiple encounters with a muscular female runner in June of this year. His story, which if you haven’t read yet, you probably should, was recounted on FMS as Her Legs His Obsession, posted during Legs Month (August).
He says, ‘I love to hear about muscular sightings in the UK as in my head, all muscular women are in the US or Canada!’ I know that feeling. However, (and I can only apologise to him for sitting on this for so long, I just haven’t got round to emailing) I DO, finally, have a decent sighting to relate. My own true story.
Let’s call it…
HER POWER
The second time I saw her it took me a while to realise it was her. She came into the coffee shop with another woman and a guy, and they sat by the window right in my line of vision. She certainly made me look up from my broccoli and stilton soup, but it wasn’t until she’d taken off her jacket and walked right past me as she went up to the counter to order that my heart turned a somersault and I knew that it was indeed her. In that white vest she had on, there was absolutely no mistaking those shoulders.
I’d seen her for the first time back at the end of August. One of those moments that is over almost before it begins but sears itself into your memory.
I was on a break, and as I took a stroll in the late autumn sunshine (I doubt I’m the only female muscle head who never misses a chance to mingle with the crowds when the sun’s out, just because you never know…) I was calling back a rather important client when the female muscle radar went truly ballistic.
She was running up the hill towards where I was, wearing a black vest and leggings. And she was running fast. Suddenly, what my client was saying to me on the other end of the line was utterly irrelevant as I focused every iota of my being onto her. There was nothing else in the world that mattered more than taking her in.
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear the beat inside my ears. She wasn’t huge by any means, but as she got closer I could see just how incredibly lean she was. Her arms, my God her shoulders! The definition was AMAZING! I had never seen such a ripped woman before. It was intoxicating. I honestly think I actually kind of swooned as she ran past, my heart attempting to leave my body and follow her.
Follow her! The thought actually crossed my mind. I’m sure I would have looked truly ridiculous, trying to keep pace with her in my work clothes with the phone still pressed to my ear as she sprinted ever further away. It’s a good job that I didn’t try!
So all too quickly it was over. She was gone, and as quickly as I’d tuned him out, I tuned into my client’s voice again and did my best to pick up the conversation. But my heart was still pounding (and would continue to do so for some time afterwards), making it impossible to concentrate. I made my excuses – something had just come up – and promised to call him back as soon as I could.
Later, I reflected on what I had seen. I closed my eyes and pictured the definition of her shoulders and arms, and it was enough to get the heart racing again, but more than that it was the aura of power she had had that I sensed. Her stride, her speed, her look of determination all told of that power. Power that made my head spin. I lay back on the bed in my hotel room and swooned once more.
I didn’t work in the same place again until the beginning of November. As I drove there I thought about whether I might see her, but experience told me I shouldn’t hold out too much hope. All I was expecting to do was a couple of days’ work, and there would be little free time. Nevertheless, like some pilgrim revisiting a shrine, the evening I arrived I went and stood where I had been when she had run past. What was I expecting, some sort of miracle? If I was, it didn’t happen, but somehow it did feel good to be standing in that place again.
And now she was standing right behind me at the counter. I could hear her voice. In a moment she would walk back past me and sit down with her friends again. I would have a perfect view of her, of her in a vest no less.
With my heart thudding into my chest, I watched as she took her seat again. She was sitting with her back to me, and with her table at the window, I could watch at will. Every movement she made set muscle in motion. Her bicep as she ran her hand through her hair, her shoulders as she took her plate from the waitress, whatever she did caused subtle changes in the shape of her muscles.
I was transfixed, hypnotised. What a treat to be able to enjoy, at leisure, the sight of such a sculpted female body – well, the parts of the sculpture I could see anyway. And enjoy it I did, drinking in every beautiful curve, every single bit of definition, every striation revealed by the slightest twitch.
Minutes passed. She became quite animated in her conversation, and the visual overload created by her arm movements brought me close to letting out an audible moan. I became aware my hand was shaking when my spoon started to rattle against my bowl. The spell was broken briefly as I put it down, and I realised my face was hot, flushed. And then there was the erection. Full, throbbing, verging on painful.
I looked around me. No one seemed to be paying me any attention. I sat forward and got back to business, enjoying her muscles. Her tricep exploded as she reached down and rubbed her calf, and this time I’m pretty sure I did moan out loud.
“Shall I take that for you?”
If you can look casual after you have been so startled that your right knee has shot up and hit the underside of the table you are sitting at, causing everything on it to jump and then fall with a crash; if you can look casual while aware that there is a veritable tent pole in your crotch, and that if you sit back the waiter is going to get an eyeful of it; then I looked casual right then. Really casual.
He started to clear the table. “Can I get you anything else?”
Oh, sure. You see that woman by the window. I’d like her on a platter, please. A bottle of oil, maybe some strawberries and cream. And some privacy. Oh, and if you can organise a few scented candles and a bit of mood music, that would be great.
“A double espresso, thanks.” Like that was going to help my heart rate!
By the time the coffee came, I’d run through some ‘normal’ single guy having lunch in a coffee shop activities, like checking the phone (and as I did wondering whether I could get away with a couple of snapshots or even a bit of video – wisely, I think, I decided it wasn’t a good idea). Seeing the time brought me back to reality, telling me as it did that I was already ten minutes late. This knowledge had a dampening effect that gradually eased my trouser problem, even though, as I sipped my espresso, I grabbed some precious final looks at her magnificent muscles in motion.
It would be fair to say that that afternoon was not my finest hour, professionally-speaking. I was, to put it mildly, a little distracted. I was OK as long as I was talking, but somehow whenever anybody else opened their mouth, what they were saying seemed a lot less important than thinking about what I had just been through, thinking about her. Nor was the next morning representative of me at my most focused. At lunchtime you can probably guess where I went, and yes, of course, there was no sign of her. I drove back home that evening, after another less than glorious performance during the afternoon, my thoughts still full of her.
And so it remained for some days afterwards. I would piece her together in my head. Short, no taller than 5’2″ or 5’3″, her hair was shortish, frizzy, strawberry blond. In her thirties, definitely, but beyond that I couldn’t say. Blue eyes? Green maybe? I hadn’t had a chance to see for sure. Her waist, tiny. Her shoulders, broad. Those shoulders! And the definition in her arms and across her back! I closed my eyes and remembered every line, every curve of her musculature. And quietly, to myself, I’d moan.
I’m due to go back there late February, early March. Fortunately I’ve done enough in the past for those clients that my questionable behaviour last time around doesn’t seem to have mattered too much. Late February, early March. I might see her again. And she has no idea. No idea of the power she wields. Or perhaps she does.
I hope they, and you, will enjoy them.
Want to be my favourite reader? A high standard has been set. If you think you can be MORE complimentary than this, you are very very welcome to try…
Any article is a love letter for muscular women! Such a great blog you have here!
It keeps getting better and better. Your texts are as good as the wonderful pictures.
Once again, you gave us awesome articles this week.
You always have great topic ideas. Your blog keeps getting better and better.
Cockpuncher, from France, may be familiar to you from the forum boards, and will definitely be familiar to anyone who reads the comments below the posts, where the quality of his comments (in my opinion, anyway!) is matched only by the quantity.
So, as a thank you to him for all his encouragement this year, the iron daughters of Romania who rock his world (and quite possibly yours too). Cockpuncher says, My 2 favourite FBBs, Alina Popa and Elena Oana Hreapca, come from Romania. I truly believe these two are the most beautiful women in the world.
It’s hard to argue with that. Who would want to?
Cockpuncher on Oana (after she was voted FMS Abs Queen)
Of course Oana is Abs Queen. Sooooo sexy!
Cockpuncher on Alina
Sexiest woman ever! The most beautiful woman on Earth! My number 1 FBB.
I am truly in love with this amazing woman.
And I reckon the only thing better than Oana or Alina separately is Oana and Alina together, preferably touching each other…
Perhaps the only improvement we could make is to throw yet another European muscle goddess into the mix… Step forward Katka!
Joyeux Noël and a heartfelt thank you to you, Cockpuncher.
I hope this year you’ll get to be this guy…
Enjoy!
It’s always nice to know that someone is reading my musings, and even nicer when they actually bother to share their thoughts and/or reach out a mutually female muscle appreciating hand. So, this week on FMS, for some of the lovely readers who have been in touch (whether by email or the comment box), a whole post inspired by them as a way of saying thank you for supporting the blog.
I hope they, and you, will enjoy them.
Back in June, Aiden became FMS‘ first (and so far only) Guest Editor and introduced us to his favourite Crossfit women. His love of muscular women started first emerged when ‘finding female athletes beguiling when I was about 10 years old,’ he told us, so we’ll kick off today with a few ‘athletes’…
Britian’s Shelley Rudman, Skeleton World Champion
Snow (which clearly does wonders for the legs) and surf
Can Aiden have his bike back, please?
After the athletes came the female bodybuilders, as Aiden, like so many of us, ‘plucked up the courage to buy the magazines’. (Read more about the newsagent’s here)
So, as another thank you to Aiden for his outstanding contribution to FMS this year, some selections with him in mind…
‘Compact and thick’
We certainly haven’t forgotten that way back in January, Aiden described the magnificent Jamie Pinder as ‘fucking glorious’…
Jamie winning the Physique class at the Chicago Pro this year
And competing at the Olympia (12th, really?!)
Glorious indeed.
But we couldn’t do a post for Aiden without his number 1.
‘She is a very appealing woman, attractive, amusing, great body and the crowning glory, she knows how good she looks and she likes showing it off.’
Miranda thinks ‘that guy who wrote all that cool stuff about me on that blog… I wish there was some way that I could thank him…’
Just another normal night in Miranda’s hotel room
Something like Aiden’s idea of heaven?
Thanks again Aiden, hope you enjoyed today’s post, a Merry Christmas to you, and may all the women you meet in 2014 be ‘compact and thick’!
Miranda shows her power (with Emily Friedman)
Enjoy! Another reader inspired post coming tomorrow…
Female Muscle Slave 