Confession of a Session Schmoe    
by Odlaw



Note: Every word of this is true. No facts have been distorted. I would love
to start a discussion and hear comments. Please post any comments to the Diana
the Valkyrie message board "Muscle Worship". Thanks.

I put on my shirt and pants, pulled up my socks, tied my shoes, thanked her,
and wished her a good day. Picked up my bag, exited the hotel room, and went
out to my car in silence. Something just wasn't right this time. Didn't have
that same feeling of exhilaration, excitement, release that came the first 3
times I did this. This time there was guilt and confusion.

Let's start from the beginning. Found out I was into female muscle back in
high school when I was at a neighbor's house and saw a contest on ESPN. I
became immediately aroused, and couldn't take my eyes off the screen. Would
sneak over to the neighbor's to try to catch another glimpse - even taped a
contest off ESPN when the neighbor was on vacation and I was house sitting.
Would buy copies of Flex back when they had good FBB coverage, and eventually
worked up the nerve to buy Women's Physique World, even if the guy gave me a
funny look.

Years went by and I was living a regular life - college, work, etc., and
buying the latest WPW, rushing home, sneaking off to the bathroom for a while,
and, well, you know the rest. Taking the WPW out at night, and, well, you know
the rest. Catching the occasional real life female muscle, once even
successfully asked to feel a bicep, then rushed home, sneaked off to the
bathroom for a while, and, well, you know the rest.

The internet changed all that. Learned there were many others with the same
tastes - fetish, if you will. Some of them had web sites, with pictures,
stories, video clips. How many of you waited 30 minutes to download a 15
second clip of a flexing beauty? Or 10 minutes for a hi res photo of your
favorite FBB? I've done those countless times. I even posted a fantasy story -
called "Karen the Lifeguard" on the Diana the Valkyrie stories page - it's
still there in the 3rd or 4th story archive. Was IMing one day with another
FBB aficionado, and was asked if I ever considered doing a session. I didn't
know what it was. I was given a brief description - wrestling, muscle worship,
etc. - I had no idea such a thing existed. Did I have the nerve to try it? It
was hard enough buying WPW. Started surfing the net again in search of more
info. Found reviews, descriptions, lists, travelers, etc. Sat on this for a
while, read the reviews, sneaked off to the bathroom for a while, and, well,
you know the rest.

Don't know what finally did it, but I decided to give a session a try. I'm not
into the wrestling or violent stuff - more like a sensual worship thing.
Looked for someone who would be fun, gentle, and understanding - I clearly
wasn't ready to jump in the deep end of the pool yet. Found Annie Lynn
Klepacki and set up a session. She was young, beautiful, and packed with the
perfect balance of muscles and curves. Had an innocent and fun session of
flexing, feeling her flex, a little sense of her strength with arm wrestling
and her pinning me on the bed, and talking about her life, etc. Perfect, like
puppy love. Left the session floating on air, elated except for the ache in my
pants, which cried for relief the whole ride home.

Well, if that was the introduction I was ready for more. Maybe could go a
little deeper in the pool. Found Miss A for my next session. She was national
quality, but still small and non-threatening, and also willing to go a little
further in a session. She was much cuter in person than her pix show, and had
a fun female jock vibe going - like a high school teacher who also coaches
track. She had quality muscle, flexed and let me feel, etc. She got real
pumped up and vascular - an incredible size, feel, and appearance difference
from the unpumped state. She also was willing to go topless, which was
something of a thrill - seeing her pecs pushing out her tiny breasts was hot
stuff. She also surprised me with a "happy ending" - asked me if I wanted a
"release" and proceeded to flex with one hand and milk me with the other. An
unexpected and hot ending to a really fun session.

Well now I was beginning to feel like a pro. Heard about Miss B and had to
give her a try. She greeted me at the door, over 6 ft tall in heels, beautiful
face, body like a marble statue, unbelievable. She danced like a stripper -
think she has danced in clubs over the years - and gave a "friction dance"
that was almost too much to take. She flexed better, looked better, felt
better than anyone I had ever seen. Piles of shapely muscle, great abs,
grapefruit biceps, best ass in the business, and the top came off quickly
revealing plush breasts over awesome pecs - she could tightly squeeze my
finger between the pec muscles. A little light wrestling - more like her
pinning me down with no chance of escape - some fun arm wrestling - some
training tips - and more dancing. She was truly a pro - making my desires her
sole focus - and seemingly enjoyed the attention lavished on her. She too was
willing to give the "happy ending", which was much needed since I had been
erect from the moment I walked in the door. (Yes, she was that sexy.) I left
floating and spent and yet wanting more.

After Miss B, who I would recommend to anyone who wants some good clean, and a
little dirty, muscle fun, I thought I'd see what else was out there. Found out
that some FBBs will do full escort service. Not sure I wanted to go there, but
then again maybe it was something I wanted to experience. Miss C stood out as
someone with massive muscle and good looks and who would do the full escort.
We had a nice email exchange, discussed everything up front, and was looking
forward to a hot time. Arrived at the hotel, called up to her room, and was
told to come right up. She opened the door and let me in, and I got a good
look at her. Truly massively packed with muscle, totally flat chest, bright
blue eyes. Different from previous sessions, but still promising. She began to
flex and pose for me. Noticed she was sweating a lot, the room smelled like a
locker room. As I touched, I noticed her ass, legs, and face had noticeable
hair - is this a European thing, or the side effect of steroids? I ran hot and
cold the entire session; the muscle was truly extraordinary, she went topless
and her pecs were deep and hard and solid, her biceps full and hard. But the
hair and the sweat and the lack of feminine curves also put me off. Came time
for the "full escort" part of the session, and I was still curious, so we
proceeded - we both stripped, I put on a condom and she rode me on top. She
warned me about the enlarged organs caused by the steroids, but I didn't
really notice anything. It should have been amazing, but the act was so-so;
she was going through the motions but there was no real connection; It was
like she was humoring me by going through the motions, but we both knew
neither of us were really into it. I finished in a couple of minutes but never
had the "my head is about to explode" feeling I had hoped for. And when I
pulled out, her "little guy in the boat" I now saw was a bit unnerving to say
the least.

I put on my shirt and pants, pulled up my socks, tied my shoes, thanked her,
and wished her a good day. Picked up my bag, exited the hotel room, and went
out to my car in silence. Something just wasn't right this time. Didn't have
that same feeling of exhilaration, excitement, release that came the first 3
times I did this. This time there was guilt and confusion.

What had I done? Clearly I had cheated on my wife. Was I outgrowing sessions,
or did I now know my limits? I had taken a sensual session to the ultimate
limit, but maybe that was too far. Maybe it was just the wrong person? Was
this a gay experience? Two months later I still don't know what to make of it.
I don't know if I can do a session again. Maybe this whole female muscle thing
has gone too far. I threw out my mag collection, deleted the pix on my hard
drive, and tried to stay away from the sites, but yet here I am posting this
and back looking at the sites. Will this torture never end? Will this
obsession ever go away?