Chapter 5 - Autobiography of a Muscle Lover
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



I had been living with Mistress Monica, Jaime and Olivia now for several
weeks. I would help Jaime with the housework and Olivia with the shopping, but
what I really enjoyed was going with Monica on her sessions with her clients.
I was happy to find that there were men, and women, who were as much in to
female muscle as I was. When I first met Mistress Monica and was drawn to her,
I thought I was crazy, that there was something wrong with me. But now I see
that I'm not alone in my desire to worship the muscular female form.

What does set me apart from others, however, is that I live with an amazon, a
true muscle mistress. I pleasure her and we have fantastic sex. Her sexual
appetite is almost insatiable and over these last week's I've found my stamina
has increased in an effort to satisfy her.

Sex is not exclusively with Mistress Monica, however. I also sleep with Olivia
and Jaime. Each woman is unique in their own desires and demands. Jaime is
more reserve in her love making while Olivia prefers to be more animated and
active. I've certainly learned a lot since coming to live with Mistress
Monica.

Monica has encouraged me to workout in her gym. While she lifts far heavier
weights than I do, she is a source of inspiration. I've begun to notice a
change in my body and I suspect that lifting weights has helped to increase my
sexual stamina.

It was Thursday night and Olivia and I were at a supermarket that was having a
sale on something that she needed. I knew Olivia didn't usually shop at this
market, but the ad brought us here. She had picked up the items she was after,
and we were now on our way to the checkout stands. As we turned the corner at
the front of the store, I saw a familiar face. It was Roy, the man who lived
with Mistress Monica prior to my arrival. Roy did not leave Monica's employ on
the best of terms having had the bright idea of pissing on the bed, my bed,
before leaving. This had cost Mistress Monica money, but more importantly, had
sent a childish yet clear message that he was 'pissed-off'.

"Olivia, wait," I said softly. She stopped and turned to see why I had stopped
her. "I just saw Roy come in," I told her, "I want to call Monica and tell her
he's here." "Do you think she'll care," Olivia asked, "we've already replaced
the mattress and box springs." "Trust me," I said, "she'll care."

I called and Monica and said, "I'm at the market with Olivia and Roy just came
in, I wanted to let you know." "That's interesting, what market are you at,"
she asked. I told her and she said she'd be right over, but if he left, we
were to follow and call on her cell to let her know where we were at.

Olivia and I waited, keeping watch so as not to be seen, however, a few
minutes later, and an eighteen pack of beer in hand; Roy entered one of the
checkout stands. "What do we do," Olivia asked. "We follow him," I told her,
"just leave the cart here." We watched as he went to his car and put his beer
on the passenger seat, and then get in.

Apparently he opened a can of beer because he didn't immediately drive off but
seemed to sit there. This gave Olivia and I time to get in her car and watch.
A minute later, his window rolled down and he threw and empty beer can out the
window. His lights came on and he drove out of the parking lot. I stayed far
enough back so as not to let him know that he was being followed.

"Call Monica on her cell," I told Olivia. She did and told her where we were.
It was then that Roy pulled into an apartment complex and we followed. Olivia,
who was still on the phone with Monica, gave her the address and then hung up.
"She said she'd be here in a minute," Olivia told me.

As we watched, Roy got out of his car and, taking his beer with him, walked
down a pathway to the end apartment. He fumbled with his key as I saw Monica's
car pull in the parking lot. She pulled in next to us.

"Do you know which apartment?" she asked having rolled down her window. "The
end one, there on the left," I said. "What are we going to do," Olivia asked.
"I want you to go home," Monica said, "Craig can come with me, and I want to
have a word with Roy." I got out of the car and walked to Monica's car. Olivia
pulled out and left.

As we sat there, Monica said, "It doesn't look like there's anyone home in the
apartment next to his, that's good." "What do you want to do, mistress," I
asked. "I don't think he'd answer the door if I knocked," she said, "but maybe
if you knocked and said you backed into his car, he'd open the door." I
thought about that a minute. Roy had met me, once at a party and when I came
to see Mistress Monica. "But he knows me," I said. She thought about that and
said, "I only need him to open the door a little bit. I'll be right beside
you." "That might work," I said. "Here, put this on," and she handed me a
baseball cap that she got from the back seat, "keep it low over your eyes."

She also had a small zipper bag on the back seat from which she withdrew two
sets of latex gloves. "Put these on too," she said handing me a pair, "I don't
want our prints all over that apartment".

Monica was wearing a bikini bottom that tied on the hips and a small crop top
with stiletto pumps. The light from the walkway lights gave her olive
complexion a greenish cast. She stood to the side of the door as I knocked.
"Excuse me," I said, "Do you own a car in stall one thirty-two?" "What is it,"
Roy said through the closed doorway. "Do you own a car in space one hundred
thirty-two," I repeated. "What about it," he asked. "I'm sorry, but I sort of
backed into it," I said. "What?" he asked as he unlocked and opened the door
slightly.

I stepped out of the way and Monica filled the door frame as Roy opened the
door. He was eye level with her chest and I could see the disbelief and then
fear in his eyes. "Hello, Roy," she said. "Ah-ah, what are you doing here?" he
asked. "I just came to pay you a little visit," Monica said, "aren't you going
to ask us in?" His eyes darted in my direction and then back at Monica. "No,
go away, Monica," he said, "I don't work for you any more, remember." She
laughed a deep, throaty laugh and pushed him back into the apartment.

I followed her inside and shut and locked the door behind me. "You may not
work for me, but you will always be one of my bitches," Monica said as she
stood in the small living room, surveying the apartment. "And call me Mistress
Monica," she said, turning to face Roy. He sneered and said, "You're not my
mistress any more, you're just some testosterone filled bimbo who caters to a
bunch of deviants."

"Testosterone, Roy," Monica said taking a step towards him, and Roy backed up,
"is that how you think I got these muscles?" She didn't raise her arms, she
didn't need to, her biceps bulged regardless. She advanced another step and
said, "My muscles are a product of hard work, exercise and working over scum
who disrespect me, but you know that." She said this in a calm, even voice.

Roy seemed to now be frozen in place as Monica stepped in front of him. I
found myself holding my breath, watching. Monica tilted her head and then
untied the sides of her bikini. The small triangular patch of material fell to
the floor and I picked it up.

"You have a new bitch to pick up your clothes and kiss your ass now," Roy
said, and then addressing me, "You probably had a life before meeting Monica,
didn't you." Mistress Monica's hand shot out and caught Roy by the throat,
lifting him off the ground. "I told you to call me Mistress Monica, sissy
boy," Monica said, "And for your information, Craig loves living with me, he's
a far better lover than you ever were. He has more stamina and a bigger cock."
She tossed Craig on to the couch where he gagged and wheezed trying to catch
his breath.

Monica stood looking down at Roy and flexed her shoulders and arms. The small
top she had on was stretched to the limit and as she crossed her arms in front
of her I saw a rip appear on the back near the neckline. She grabbed the top
by the neckline and ripped it from her torso. Naked now, she knelt on the
couch, her legs either side of Roy's hips, her breasts inches from his face.
She jammed the wadded up crop top into Roy's mouth. He reached to pull the
cloth from his mouth, but Monica slapped him across the jaw. "Give me that
bikini," she said to me. I handed it to her and she quickly tied it around
Roy's head so that the gag could not fall or be pushed out.

Monica stood up and again surveyed the apartment. "You've really come up in
the world, Roy, this place is a dump," she said. She turned to the wooden
coffee table that had a remote control for the TV and several magazines on it.
Lifting it up, she put the table top against her chest and then squeezed her
arms together over her chest. The wood top snapped in two and she pulled the
legs off. "Cheap stuff," she said and went to the kitchen and picked up a
wooden chair. She turned it upside down and pulled the legs from it, "Very
cheap."

She turned her attention back to Roy and she unbuckled his pants even though
he struggled to get out of her grasp. Monica managed to pull his pants off and
then ripped his underwear from his hips. "He never use to wear underwear," she
said.

Taking Roy by the upper arm, she lifted him from the sofa. "Let's go see the
rest of this bachelor pad, shall we?" she said and pushed him in the direction
of the bedroom. As we entered, Monica looked around the room although there
wasn't much to see.

"You must give me your decorator's name, Roy," Monica said sarcastically. An
unmade bed, a nightstand with clock radio and table lamp on it and a dresser
with a mirror was all the furniture there was. Monica pushed Roy onto the
unmade bed where he toppled over falling on his side. She went to the dresser
and pulled out one of the drawers. The drawer contained socks and underwear,
which she dumped on the floor and then pulled the drawer apart, tossing that
on top of the socks and underwear. "Look in the nightstand," she told me as
she opened a second and then a third drawer of the dresser. She dumped the
contents of each onto the floor and tore the drawer apart.

I opened the nightstand drawer and found half-dozen condoms as well as several
porn magazines. "Let me see those," Monica said, grabbing one of the magazines
off the bed where I had thrown it. She scanned the magazine stopping every now
and then to turn it so that the picture was facing the right way. She held the
magazine open to a woman with a strap on dildo having sex with another woman.

"Look at these bimbo's," Monica said showing me the pages. Both women had a
smirk on their face, cosmetically enhanced breasts and were wearing leather
boots. "Impressive," I said. Monica looked at me and then back at the picture
and said, "Yeah, if you're into wimpy women," and she held the pages open for
Roy, "Is this what turns you on now, bitch?" she asked. Roy mumbled and Monica
laughed. "I'd like to have a photo shoot with those two," she said, taking
another look at the magazine, "I'd show them a real good time!"

"What do you want to do, mistress," I asked. Monica took one last look around
the bedroom, tossed the magazine aside and then said, "I think it's time Roy
and I had a little 'play time', since he pissed on my mattress and didn't even
have the courtesy to say that he was sorry."

Roy began to roll toward the edge of the bed, mumbling, but Monica caught him
before he could roll off. "Whoa, bitch, where are you going? Remember how much
you use to love to suck on my clit when you lived with me?" Monica said,
"Well, I'm going to let you enjoy yourself and pleasure you mistress, one more
time." She quickly flipped Roy onto his back and sat on the upper half of his
chest.

"Take a deep breath, baby," and Mistress Monica stood briefly and straddled
his nose and mouth. "Hmm," she said, "His warm breath on my pussy turns me
on." She shifted her weight back and forth, riding his face. The time ticked
by. I began to watch the clock on the nightstand.

Roy was beating on the bed with his hands and thrashing the bedding with his
legs. After three minutes, his thrashing seemed to slow and now occasionally
he slapped the mattress with his hands. Monica giggled and said, "I think poor
Roy has just about had enough, don't you, Craig?" "Yes, mistress," I said,
expecting her to get up from the man. Five minutes had elapsed.

Still sitting there, Mistress Monica studied her fingernails. "You know, I'm
thinking about putting a little color on my nails, what do you think?" she
said holding her fingernails up for me to see. "I think that would look nice,
mistress," I said, now very concerned about the man on the bed. It had now
been seven minutes and there was no longer any movement from Roy that I could
see.

Monica got to her feet and turned to look down at the man. "I want to try
something," she said, and I could only guess what that might be. She pulled
Roy from the bed and propped him against the side of it in a sitting position.
He offered no resistance to being 'manhandled' or perhaps more accurately,
'woman-handled'. She sat down on the edge of the bed, so that her legs were
either side of him.

"I've always wanted to try this," she said and I watched as her tremendous
thighs tightened on either side of the man's head. Monica placed her hand
shoulder width apart and flat on the bed and I could see the tension build in
her legs. She locked her ankles together and continued to bring pressure to
bear on Roy's skull. "Ahh," she sighed heavily as she tightened her leg
muscles. Her muscles were striated and almost unnaturally defined; you could
almost see the thick veins pulsate as the blood flowed through them.

Suddenly there was what I would call a 'soft snap' and I could see the man's
head take on a different shape, sort of oblong, as she continued to crush his
skull.

Finally, Monica laughed and relaxed her legs. "I didn't know if it was
possible or not," she said, "I had heard about scissoring a man until his
skull fractured, but I thought it was just an old wives tale."

She swung her legs over Roy's head and stood up, and then lifted the lifeless
form back onto the bed. She removed the bikini bottom tie and her crop top
that had served as a gag. Roy's jaw hung open. "I should have made him suffer
longer," Monica said, "but we best be on our way. I think the police, when the
body is found, will think this was a robbery gone bad, don't you, Craig?"
"Yes, mistress, I hope so," I said.

Taking one last look around the shabby apartment, we left, removing our latex
gloves only once we were back inside our vehicle. "That went well," Monica
said, "don't you think?" "Yes, mistress," I said, "but I didn't expect you to
kill Roy." She looked over at me and said, "You thought I would what, just
rough him up a little? He'd go to the police if I did. No, I had to take
eliminate him, he disrespected me and my house." I sat behind the steering
wheel and looked at her. I still had not started the car.

A sly smile crossed her face as she looked at me. "Besides," she said, "If I
let Roy get away with pissing on a bed, what would you think, that you could
get away with whatever you like. I couldn't have that." She laughed and I
started the car and backed out and drove home.

'I better not cross Mistress Monica,' I thought, as we drove, 'I certainly
don't want to wind up like poor Roy.'

We got home and Olivia met us at the door. "Did you talk to Roy?" she asked
Monica. "Liv," Monica said, "I did more than talk to him," and she walked down
the hall to her bedroom. Olivia looked at me questioningly. "She killed him,
Liv," I told her, "she smothered him and then crushed his skull." She put a
hand to her mouth and mumbled, "How?" "Mistress Monica sat on Roy's face until
he smothered," I told her, "it couldn't have taken more than five or six
minutes, but then, she locked his head between her thighs and crushed his
skull until it snapped." "Was it gross," Olivia asked. "Not really, and quite
honestly, Roy was a prick when we showed up at his door," I said, "I'm not
saying he had it coming or anything, but I don't think he suffered from what I
saw."

"Suffer or not," Olivia said, "I'll be dreaming about Roy tonight, will you
stay with me?" "Sure, Liv, just don't get any ideas about smothering me," I
said and laughed. She laughed too as we walked toward her bedroom and said, "I
would never smother you, Craig, you're too good of a lover."

Once in her room, however, she insisted on me showing her how Monica had sat
on Roy's face. I mentioned that Roy had a gag in his mouth, but Olivia said
she wanted to feel my tongue on her clit and I was happy that she wanted to
dispense with the gag. I prodded and teased Olivia's clit and pussy with my
tongue, helping her reach an orgasm in minutes.

I kissed her bare pubis and slowly worked my way up her pelvis to her navel
while my hands toyed with her nipples. By the time I was kissing her sternum
between those breasts, I was fully erect and wasted no time in working my cock
into her.

We made love three times before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.

The following day, Friday, I went to school. That night, Monica had another
performance for a client that I had to help her with. This would not be like
the session at Sam and Heidi's, she told me, but rather a muscle performance
for a wealthy business man. Ralph's holdings were vast, Monica told me as we
drove to his estate in Beverly Hills. He held positions on the board of
directors of manufacturing, research and charitable organizations. He was an
attorney but was no longer practicing.

We pulled into Ralph's circular drive and I unloaded Mistress Monica's
equipment. A tall, well-built man in his 50's answered the door. "Thank you
for coming," he said stepping aside, "please come in." "Thank you, Ralph,"
Monica said, introducing me, and then asked, "will there be anyone else
joining us tonight?" "Yes," he said smiling, "my fianc'." "Congratulations,
Ralph, who's the lucky girl?" Monica asked as we stepped into a large living
room.

"May, I want to introduce you to Mistress Monica and her assistant, Craig,"
Ralph said, "This is my fianc', May." The woman who I hadn't noticed when we
entered stepped forward. She could not have been over five feet tall, Asian,
with her hair cut short. 'She could pass for a twelve year old boy,' I thought
as I shook her hand, 'not who I would picture this man with.' Monica bowed
slightly as she took the young woman's hand.

"May was a gymnast with the Chinese national team," Ralph said. I nodded and
Monica said, "I can see she's in excellent shape." "Thank you, Miss Monica,"
May said. "Please, call me Mistress Monica," my amazon said. May bowed and
said, "Mistress Monica."

"Shall we get started?" Monica asked. "Yes," Ralph said, "but would you mind
if May participated? I would like to see what she can do." I could tell by the
look on Monica's face that she didn't know beforehand about this request. "Not
a problem," Monica said, "please, May, just join in when you want." "Thank you
Mistress Monica," May said, bowing once more. This bowing thing was becoming
tedious.

Ralph and May sat on a couch while I brought Monica's equipment into the
living room. She broke a 2x4 across her shoulders as she had done in the
garage with me and bent a pipe.

"Ralph, May," Monica said as she began to unbutton her blouse, "for this next
exhibition of muscle control, I will need to be naked." I removed her blouse
from her shoulders and she unfastened the snap on her pants. She had worn lose
pants but now stepped out of them and handed them to me. As she turned, to
face May and Ralph once more, May gasped and whispered something in Ralph's
ear. Ralph didn't reply but merely nodded.

"May," Monica said, "Please come here", and she got up and stood in front of
Monica. "Please, hit me in the stomach," Monica said, but May looked at her
questioningly. "Please," Monica said. May balled her small fist and drove it
into Monica's midsection. "Again," Monica said, and the small Asian woman hit
her once more. "Now my chest," Monica said, and May hit first her right breast
and then her left. After that last blow, May cradled her fist in her opposite
hand.

"You did well, May," Monica said, "I've had men who gave up after one blow."
"You are very strong, Mistress Monica," May said. "Thank you, May, would you
like to feel my muscles?" Monica asked. "Oh, yes, mistress, may I?" May said.

Monica struck a double bicep pose and said, "Feel these, May, try and squeeze
them, use both hands if you like." May tried to squeeze Monica's biceps but
had no luck. "What about you, Ralph, see if you can squeeze them," Monica
challenged. Ralph stepped forward but he too had no luck squeezing them.

Monica put her hands behind her head and tensed her abdominals turning her
washboard stomach into mini-moguls. "Feel those," she said and May and Ralph
ran their hands over the rock hard abs.

"Get on your knees and feel my thighs and calves," Monica said. May and Ralph
exchanged glances and then Ralph got to his knees followed by May. Monica
tensed her quads and the pair rubbed the hard granite-like surface and then
ran their hands down to Monica's calves. Monica turned away from the pair so
they could admire the twin muscled calf. "My calf muscles are nineteen inches
and I can leg press in excess of a half-ton of weight," Monica said, "Craig,
get May and Roger some oil and set up that light we brought."

I retrieved two small bottles of oil from Monica's travel bag and handed one
each to May and Ralph. I then set about setting up a light on a retractable
stand that we had brought.

"Massage my body," Monica said. The pair on the floor rubbed the oil between
their hands and then massaged it into Monica's skin. They began at her feet
and ankles and worked their way up her legs. Monica's skin glistened in the
light. They worked slowly, taking their time, obviously enjoying their task.
They stood to apply the oil to Monica's abs and torso, Ralph working on one
side, May on the other. "Hmm," Monica said, "That feels marvelous," as they
worked the liquid into her breasts.

"Step back," Monica said, "Craig, kill the lights and turn on the spot." I
turned off the lights in the room and then turned on the spotlight that we had
brought with us. The effect was amazing. Mistress Monica stood in the
spotlight; her bronze skin sparkled in the beam. I reduced the power and the
shadows deepened giving her already deep muscle definition appeared even
deeper. She turned slowly, flexing her heavily muscled body until she had made
several revolutions.

"Come here, Ralph, and kneel before your mistress," she commanded. Ralph came
out of the shadows and quickly knelt at Monica's feet. "Pleasure me, my pet,"
she said deeply, "Lap my pussy until I come, I want you to drink in my cum,"
and she chuckled. Ralph glanced up at Mistress Monica standing over him, feet
apart and then began kissing and tonguing her labia.

"That's right, baby, pay homage to your mistress," she said in a deep voice. I
found myself getting hard as I watched Ralph make love to Monica's pubis. As I
watched, Monica swayed her hips slowly, savoring the attention was getting.

I began to rub my stiffening penis when I felt May's hand brush mine aside. I
watched as she slowly stroked me through my pants. "Hmm," I moaned softly,
unsnapping my pants so that my cock would be free. No sooner had my cock
escaped the confines of my pants and May had run her tongue along its length
that I climaxed. Mistress Monica was holding Ralph's face to her vagina as she
exploded, causing Ralph to gag.

Once she was finished she looked down at Ralph and chuckled. "Good job,
Ralphie, good job," she said, "Be sure to lap up any stray drops." I turned
the room lights on and the spotlight off.

"I hope you enjoyed your session," Monica said, looking at Ralph and May who
were still on the floor, "It looks like you did." Ralph nodded, clearly
exhausted.

"Pack up, Craig," Monica said, and began to dress, "Do you have the money,"
she asked May. May slowly got to her feet, and with a slight bow, said, "Yes,
mistress," and left the room returning a minute later with a thick envelope.
Monica tossed the envelope into one of our equipment bags without looking in
it.

Ralph slowly got to his feet and with an arm around May said, "Thank you
mistress, for coming, literally and your performance. You've gotten a lot
stronger and bigger since you were here last." Monica put her index finger
under Ralph's chin and said, "How sweet of you to say, thank you," and she
gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, thank you, mistress," May said, "I can't
tell you how your performance helps our sex life." "It's been my pleasure,"
Monica said.

On the way home, I said, "Mistress, what did May mean when she said that you
helped them with their sex life?" "Craig, tonight's performance wasn't just
about me," Monica said, "it was about Ralph and May. I bet right now they are
having intense sex, and while they're probably fantasizing about me, it's
their bodies and their libido's at play." "I understand, mistress," I said.
"Who do you fanaticize about," she asked. I laughed and said, "You, mistress,
always about you." "Even when you're with Olivia or Jamie?" she asked. I
hesitated. "That's OK," she said, "I don't expect you to think of me when
you're with them, but when you're with me, I expect your undivided attention."
"Yes, mistress," I said.

We got home I began to unloaded the car. Monica said, "Come to my room when
you're done, I have to shower," and disappeared down the hall leaving her
clothing on the floor as she went. I would put the equipment away the next
day, Saturday. I headed for my room, picking up Monica's pants, top and
stilettos as I went. I shut my door and turned on the light.

"Planning to wear those?" Jamie said from the bed, meaning the mistress'
stilettos which dangled from my right index finger. I smiled. "Not hardly," I
said, setting the clothing aside. Jamie got off my bed where she had been
laying and picked up Monica's stilettos. She slipped them on even though they
were several sizes too large.

"Do these make my legs look more muscular?" she asked, turning around so that
she looked over her shoulder at her reflection in my mirrored wardrobe doors.
They did, in fact, make her calf muscles more pronounced. "They do, baby," I
said, holding her against my chest looking at her reflection over her other
shoulder. She giggled and gave me a kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth.
"Get undressed, stud," she said softly.

By the time I had shed my clothes; she had stepped out of the shoes and was
waiting for me on the bed. As I knelt on the end of the bed, Monica came in my
room. "Ahh," she said, "I wondered what was keeping you, Craig, now I see it's
not a 'what', but a 'who'." I must have blushed as she approached the bed and
slapped me on my butt. "Yeow" I said, and Monica chuckled. "Never keep your
mistress waiting, baby," she said and I was afraid she would slap my butt
again. Instead, she reached around my hips and grabbed my semi-erect penis
with one hand.

She squeezed and I grimaced in pain. "Please, mistress," Jamie said, "don't
hurt him, I didn't know you were waiting for him. I was here when he walked in
and held him up." Monica hesitated, but finally released her hold of my cock.

She laughed and reached around me and pinched Jamie's clit. "Then maybe I
should punish you, my pet," Monica said. "Ah, ahh," Jamie said, clearly in
discomfort, "Please, I just wanted to sleep with Craig tonight." Monica let go
of Jamie's clit, and stretched, putting her arms in back of her head. Her hard
abdominals tightened. I found myself holding my breath as I watched until she
relaxed and said, "Alright, then, I'll let you two have your fun, I'll get
Olivia to keep me company."

"I thought she was going to crush my clit," Jamie said stroking herself, once
Monica had left. "Yea," I said, "I know the feeling," and gently stroked
myself. I watched as Jamie ran her finger along her clit.

"Have you gotten bigger," I asked. Now it was her time to blush. "I was hoping
you wouldn't notice," she said. "I told you before, your clit is not something
to be embarrassed about," I said and knelt once again on the bed straddling
her legs. I bent and took her clit between my lips and then flicked it with my
tongue, teasing her. Before long she was moaning with delight.

That night we slept in each other's arms and made love several times. I
couldn't help but think of how in just a matter of a month my life and
lifestyle had changed.

I had gone from literally a virgin to a kept man; from a man who harbored a
desire for muscular women to a servant to a muscle goddess and from a man who
was dating what he thought was a wonderful girl, making plans for the future
to a man who made no plans and had sex with three of the most amazing women in
the world. Was I lucky or blessed? I don't know, but I'm taking this one day
at a time, keeping Olivia, Jamie and Mistress Monica happy but most of all,
keeping myself happy.

This has been my life. I hope you've enjoyed my story.

'Muscle Lover'