What is Love?




Dear Reader: This is a work of pure fiction and if any characters herein
bearing any similarity to anyone living or dead, is purely coincidental.

What is Love?

I first laid eyes on Katrina in a bagel store on 3rd Ave. I was waiting to get
some coffee to stimulate my workout. I am 6', weight 187, and have decent
muscle definition. As I bantered with the counter man, Miguel, Katrina came
in. Needless to say, she took my breath away. She was 5'10", weighted about
168 lbs of pure muscle. As she bent down to get a bottle of water, I could see
her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. They were encased in the tightest shorts I
had ever seen. As she lifted up the water, I almost creamed in my pants. Her
biceps were rock hard and outgunned me by at least 3". That would make her's
around 19" at least. As she straightened up, I got a sideways look at her
pecs. They were perfect in every way and hit the tape at 36 C. Her quads had
to be at least 28" as well. Hey, I never mentioned her face. It was
perfection..... high Slavic cheekbones, dark completion with the most perfect,
flawless skin I had ever seen. Her visage was capped with the most rich,
luxurious blond hair. I wanted to run my hands through it. I wanted to do a
lot more than that too.

Suddenly, as I turned she was gone. Just like that, in a flash. It reminded me
of that tv show...Mike Hammer...where the grumpy dick kept seeing this amazing
woman all over town. Then, just like that, in a poof of smoke she was gone. I
felt so ......I guess lost is the word. I never spoke to Katrina, just admired
her from afar. Calling on another tv show...Sex and the City, I wondered if,
like Carrie, there was true love at first sight. What do you think, dear
reader? Is love directly proportional to the size of a beautiful woman's
biceps? If that relationship were true, then I had it bad for this Amazon of
beauty.

Carrying my steaming coffee to the gym, I still had a big woodie over the
incredible woman I had just laid my eyes on. As I headed to the dumbbell rack
to work arms, I saw My Goddess near the dumbbell rack She began with light 20
lb. weights, doing hammer curls with the best form I ever saw in my life. Of
course I spilled my coffee, being completely captivated by the peaked, hard,
veiny biceps that rose up with each perfect rep that she performed. She turned
to me and rushed over asking, "Are you ok? Did you get burned?" Well I was
stunned, speechless, tongue-tied...well you get the idea dear reader. I
stammered something about being fine and thanked her for her obvious concern.
Then I had the balls to introduce myself to her. As I did, I looked into her
beautiful face... and got lost in her big, beautiful green eyes. It was then
that she told me her name. She then asked me if I cared to work out with her.

Did I care to work out with her? Does the sun rise in the east and set in the
west? Does a rooster deflower every hen in the barn yard? Does seeing a muscle
maiden cause one to grow a tent in one's pants? Does...... well lets move on
dear reader. So there I was picking up my usual 30 lb. Dumbbells and doing 4
perfect sets of 8 reps each. As I performed my routine, Katrina gave me
encouragement and even assisted me with my last two reps. Then she walked over
to the rack and I thought she was going to look for the 25's. Boy was I ever
wrong. She picked up 50's and knocked off 4 perfect sets of 12. As she
supernated into the move I could see her bicep peaks rise. As I watched
mesmerized, I could see a prominent, angry blue vein begin to throb on each
muscle mass. I could see her sweat run down her armpits and the tops of her
bis. It landed on her bare, 8 packed abs. It was then that I came in my pants.

We continued to work out together, me failing with the 35lbers after 2 reps.
Katrina worked her way up the dumbbell chain till she topped off at 75 lbs,
for 4 sets of 12 reps. All the while we talked, or better put she talked and I
stammered responses. It seemed that she had begun bodybuilding at age 13, and
her coach was her father. He was a champion boxer and he taught her everything
he knew until one day at age 17, she was sparring with him and slipped an
uppercut under his defenses and broke his jaw. After that, she would fight for
extra money, while away at University. Her record stood 150 ko's within the
first 60 seconds of round one. Do you have any idea, dear reader what her
revelations were doing to me? I suspect you do.

After completing our mutual, yet one- sided arms workout, I asked her out to
dinner, saying, "We both need protein, how about I buy you a big steak?" To
that she smiled and said, "Sure, I would love that." As she did, Katrina's
smile warmed my whole body. I was in love, just like that. I had the classic
symptoms: shortness of breath, rapid pulse, and of course a huge hard on. I
waited patiently for her, as I finished showering in record time. I stood like
a puppy dog, waiting for his mistress( pun intended.).

When Katrina walked through the doors of the women's locker room, all eyes
were on her. She was breath taking. Her long blond hair, freshly shampooed
framed her face to perfection. Her tight, hard body was incased in black
leather pants. Her ass was perfection as it jutted perfectly. She wore a
sleeveless muscle t shirt. Imprinted on it were the words, Girls Just Want To
Kick Ass. As I read these words, I almost lost it again. Sensing my
discomfort, she smiled and took my hand and led me out the doors of our gym.
Then we got in her red Porsche Boxster and way we went.

As she drove, Katrina enticed me with her hard, flexible body. Although the ac
was working fine in the car, I could see a sheen all over her body, especially
her biceps. I wanted to lick the sweat off of them, drinking in and inhaling
her strong muscle juice. Soon we were at a famous watering hole on Columbus
Avenue. It was named after a famous Spanish Queen. We walked in and of course
all eyes were on my strong, incredibly sexy date. I asked Katrina what she
would like to drink and she replied," A Cabernet Sauvignon, please." So I
rushed to the bar, eyeing a couple talking adamantly about something. As I got
closer I could see he was huge. His 20" arms flexed every time he gesticulated
with his hands. The woman he was with had even bigger arms, maybe 21". She
looked like she could break my jaw with just one knuckle. I heard her say, "
Dom, its been so long since we fucked someone up, remember it is my turn to do
it next time." Then she flexed her massive arm and I could see her hairy
armpit, damp with muscle hair. It probably grew because of the sweat that
nurtured it . What do you think dear reader?

I was in a hurry to get Katrina her drink, and I never even saw, the muscle
bitch at the bar, extend her long sinewy leg out in front of her. All I know
is I ended up on the floor and her drink all over me. The next thing I knew I
was being lifted by the scruff of my neck up off the floor. Dom had lifted me
with just one hand. "You stupid, careless fuck, see what you did to Deena's
drink, I am going to smash in your face." "I was cowering now as I heard Deena
yell, "Oh no, he's all mine. She lifted me up and raised me 8" off the floor.
She pulled back her fist and warned, " I am going to break your jaw in so many
places, that the best surgeons will never be able to put it back together. See
each knuckle, you asshole.......it has killing power. I once killed a guy like
you with one punch. I caved in his jaw...pulverized it!" I prayed the pain
would be quick and closed my eyes just as.....well the punch never came. As I
gingerly opened them up, I could see Katrina holding on to Deena's arm. Then
Katrina pulled back her awesome fist and said softly, "Here you look hungry
bitch, eat this knuckle sandwich." Then my protector punched Deena once right
in the mouth. The result was awesome. Deena's head flew back on her neck and a
flume of gore shot out of her mouth. It sprayed everyone at the bar. She
dropped with a crash, twitching, and staining the oaken floor.

In a second, the huge boyfriend went after my Katrina. "I am going to kill
you, you bitch. Look what you did to my beautiful Deena? You knocked out all
of her teeth!" He threw a right cross which Katrina blocked. She returned his
pitiful punch with a left and right hook, thrown at the exact same time. The
hits were timed to catch him on his right and left jaw simultaneously. When
they landed, we heard the detonation. We saw his jaw buckle and fissure down
its center. He began to spit out teeth like popcorn. Then he fell on top of
his husky girl friend, as their jaw juices co -mingled on the now gore- filled
floor. Katrina smiled, and lifted me up and brushed me off. She whispered in
my ear, "Let's get out of here." I complied immediately, but not before I had
the most powerful orgasm of my life.

Soon, we were in Katrina's luxurious apartment. As I looked out over the
beautiful skyline, Katrina was inside freshening up and changing. In about 5
minutes she returned wearing a silk muscle t shirt and a thong. that accented
her perfect, hard, muscular legs. I was so hot for her, I wanted to spend
hours caressing those huge, veiny muscles. "I want to thank you for giving me
a hand back at the bar, but you know I could have handled the situation. I did
box when I was younger" , I informed this muscle princess. Then I flexed for
her. She smiled and winked at me, saying, "It's ok to admit that the power of
a woman will always be greater than that of a man." Then she FLEXED and my
heart went in my mouth. Her bicep peaks were so dense, so hard, so perfectly
split, that I stained my pants again with my muscle lust juice.

Katrina had made a valid point. I had always known that women were the
stronger of the two sexes, yet my male ego could not admit that. I heard
myself say, " Look, you did well, but you are really no match for a real man.
In a fight I could break your jaw, your nose and take away that perfect smile
too."It was then that Katrina stopped smiling. She lifted up my chin and
softly, yet somewhat threateningly , and said, "I really like you a lot and I
intend to marry you, but you must learn your place...so I am going to teach
you a lesson you will never forget. Do you understand?" I shook my head in the
affirmative. "So you want me to box you", I queried. Katrina replied, "Sure I
do, just remember you have this coming."

I stripped down to my jockey briefs quickly and raising my hands, I approached
her. I threw a tentative left hook, which she blocked with a meaty forearm.
Then she shot her right into my nose. My head flew back and I could feel blood
began to gush out. Just then, my pugilistic princess, stopped. She came to me,
concern in her eyes... now the care giver, the very feminine woman. I spat at
her, lucky punch, now you are going to get it.!" I hit her hard in her right
boob...a very uncalled for blow by any standards. That incensed her...really
teed her off. I tried to apologize, I felt so bad. Little did I know I would
be feeling REALLY FUCKING BAD, in a few scant seconds.

Katrina hit me in the nose again, this time spattering its contents all over
her off- white walls. I winced with the severe pain ,realizing my nose was a
shattered , pulpy, unrecognizable mass. Katrina continued to hit me, using me
as her speed bag. Left , right, right, left......each punch breaking a part of
my jaw. Then she worked on my eyes, breaking huge blood mouths over my
eyebrows and breaking my eye sockets in the process. In less than one minute I
was unrecognizable. Even my sainted mother would never recognize what was left
of me. Katrina finished me off with an uppercut, that cracked my jaw in half.
I stood up, unconscious now, bleeding, dripping all kinds of fluids all over
her apartment. Katrina came over now, really beside herself because she had
lost it, lost her control, and in the process she had turned me into chop
meat.

As she looked in my unseeing, very bloody eyes, she kissed me deeply in the
maw that once was my mouth. As she stepped back, I keeled over landing on my
back. More blood was bubbling up, like Texas crude, only this was Texas Cruel.
Katrina realized she had to do something so she ran into the other room and
sped back with a stapler and tape in her hands. As she leaned to pick up my
head ,and inspect the devastating damage she had inflicted( with minimum
punching power by the way), she realized that I had a glass jaw. She had to do
something or it would soon fall in pieces, like some anatomical jig saw
puzzle. She held up my jaw and began to staple whatever bones were not turned
to powder, together. She used an entire strip to accomplish this, but in the
end it held. She did the same thing with my eye sockets, and cheekbones. She
could do nothing for my nose however .She wrapped my entire head in swathed
bandages too.

Soon, I was in the intensive care ward of Bellevue Hospital. Katrina had
friends on staff, having beaten many a hapless man to jelly, just like me. It
took a team of 10 doctors, eight hours to get me back together. They had to
use the latest polymer substitutes to achieve this end. My hospital visit
lasted six months Each day, Katrina would visit, and make sure I was doing
better. She brought me fresh flowers each time and sat next to me cuddling me
in her massive arms and bosom. In the end I was pronounced healed and sent
home.

We are now married and Katrina wears the pants in the family. When I
transgress sometimes, she doesn't hit me too hard, just hard enough to make me
bleed. She is so considerate.

So, dear reader, What is love? Well, for me, it's not five feet of heaven in a
pony tail On the contrary, it is a 5'10, muscled, boxing goddess, who has
taught me the true meaning of my place in life. Don't you agree, dear reader?"