Xena - My Story, Part 21
By Love My Muscles



The first part of this story is in response to reader's questions. If I don't
answer your question, or what I have written thus far elicits more questions,
please send an email to covert.1@hotmail.com attention, Love My Muscles,
thanks.

This episode recounts a trip that Gloria and I took to Miami and my experience
with one of 'Miami's finest'. 'Finest' in every sense of the word, but I'll
let you be the judge of that.

Since my break up with Jack, I live with Roger and Gloria in Orange County,
California. Roger is a plastic surgeon, a good one, I might add, having
altered my clit, but more about that later. Gloria, his wife, is a therapist
specializing in sexual matters, but she also has family issues as well. Fiona
tends to the house and, while not strictly a housekeeper or cook, she does
fill those rolls to a tee.

Jack and I met Roger and Gloria on a Caribbean cruise. We met socially after
our return home, but due to Jack's infidelity, I am now living with Roger,
Gloria and Fiona, and while these living arrangements may seem odd to some,
they are more than satisfactory to all concerned. I will try to explain.

Roger, while a dynamic plastic surgeon and leader in the operating room is
anything but dynamic or a leader at home. He fulfills the male role as head of
the house, but only just, and he prefers it that way. Like some men, he's
looked up to and respected in his field of expertise, in his professional
life, however, at home, he chooses to be the subservient one.

Gloria is, by all rights, an excellent therapist. Her strong personality and
insight into the human psyche serves her well in dealing with patients and her
husband. You might say she is the matriarch of the family.

Fiona. Fiona is the force that keeps the household running. Cleaning, cooking,
confidant or whatever, Fiona is the 'go to girl' in the family.

As for myself, Xena, I provide whatever services I can. Sometimes sexual in
nature, sometimes pure physical, I'm there for Roger, Gloria and Fiona,
however, it's safe to say that they are there for me when I want them. And
wanting them has increased over the last couple of months. My sexual appetite
has grown, perhaps in proportion to my physical appearance.

I'm now nearly six-foot tall with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist.
My tree trunk size thighs (29-inches) make it difficult to find pants that fit
properly. My calves at 18-inches, I've been told, are amazing; the twin
gastrocnemius muscles huge. My biceps are 19 1/2-inches, and while I'm every
bit a woman, I do have a 9-inch clit when I'm fully erect. Roger operated on
me and gave me an artificial urethra so that I can ejaculate similar to a male
or enjoy sex like a woman, my vaginal muscles being as strong as the rest of
me.

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"Xena," Gloria said, standing in the doorway to my room, "do you have a
minute?" I was making my bed, "Sure, come in, what's up?" She came in and sat
on the end of the bed. She was wearing a short jumper and was barefoot, her
hair in pigtails, she looked younger than her actual age.

"I've been asked by the American Society of Sex Therapists to write a paper
and if accepted, to speak at our annual convention in Miami," she said, "and
I'd like to write about you." "Me," I said, "write about me?" "Yes, you, your
life, your feelings, desires philosophy," Gloria said, "in other words, your
life. If my paper is accepted, I'd need for you to go to Miami with me."
"Well, I don't know," I said, "you don't think I'm some sort of freak do you?"
Gloria laughed and said, "Heaven's no, you're not a freak; strong willed and
determined maybe, but not a freak."

She looked at me and said, "You're not worried about the exposure, are you?"
"Maybe," I confessed, "I don't want news crews or TV cameras out front." She
laughed again and said, "I'm sure the ASST organization draws little attention
from the press or the media." "All right, I'll do it, when do you want to
start?" I asked. "The sooner the better, papers are due in three weeks,"
Gloria said, "How about coming to my office in an hour?"

The door to Gloria's home office was open, but I knocked on the door frame
anyway. "Come in, Xena, have a seat," she said indicating a chair to the side
of her desk. As I sat, she placed a small portable tape recorder between us.
"I'm going to record this so that I can go back and listen to what you tell me
if I need to, is that all right with you?" she asked. "Sure, whatever works
best," I said, a little apprehensively.

"All right, we'll begin," she said, "I'm speaking with Xena; a physically fit
white female, 24 years of age. Xena, could you tell me in your own words a
little about yourself?" "Well," I said, "I always considered myself a little
different, but I didn't really come to realize just how different until I was
in high school." "Different in which way," Gloria asked. "I was a tomboy, I
guess," I said, "and once I was in high school, I had my first sexual
encounter." "Was that with a boy or a girl," Gloria asked. "Both," I said,
smiling at the memory, "I had sex with both, although at different times. I
found I was stronger than either of my partners." "Were you involved in sports
then," she asked. "Yes, track and gymnastics, although that was short lived,
and then I got involved in weightlifting," I said, "and I fell in love."

"And which did you prefer, sex with the boy or the girl," Gloria inquired.
"Both were good for a first time, but I suppose I'd say I preferred having sex
with my best friend, Emily," I told her. She smiled and asked, "You say you
'fell in love', what did you mean by that?" "I fell in love with lifting,
shaping my body; I loved the changes that took place and the feeling of being
in control."

"Were your parents OK with you lifting weights?" Gloria asked. "Not at first,
but they saw how much I liked it and they wanted me to be happy," I said, "It
was about this time that they were killed." "Tell me about that," Gloria
asked. I did and went on about how I began my relationship with Jack, who I
had met at the gym, and how we eventually became lovers and roommates.

Gloria asked questions and I continued to talk into the early afternoon. She
had changed tapes in her machine twice already.

"So," Gloria said, "Tell me how you feel about domination and control." I
looked at her and smiled. "You know how I feel about being in control and
dominating others," I said, "I love it; it's at the core of my being." "If you
were to sum that up in one word," Gloria asked, "what word would you use?" I
thought about that for a minute and then said, "Euphoria. To me, when I'm in
control and dominating a man or a woman, it's euphoric, it gets my adrenaline
pumping and it heightens my desires." "And do you act on those desires?" she
asked. I laughed. "Of course, always," I said, "life is too short not to
pamper myself and indulge in my desires."

"How often do you indulge in those desires, Xena?" Gloria asked. "Do you mean
my desire to dominate and control?" I asked. "Yes, that and your sexual
desires," she said. "Of course," I said, "to me they are one in the same. I
never stop dominating and controlling those around me, but as far as sex goes,
I have it two or three times a day." "Two or three times a day, is that with
one partner?" Gloria asked. I chuckled and said, "No, one person couldn't keep
up with me, although I had Jack trained to prolong his orgasm nearly as long
as mine. Multiple partners or masturbation, I enjoy pleasuring myself."

Gloria continued to ask questions and I answered, being as frank as possible.
"It will take me some time to transcribe everything, Xena," Gloria said, "and
then a couple of days to write up the paper. I'll let you see it before I
submit it." "That would be fine," I said as I got up and stretched, teasing my
muscles and running a hand over my abs and chest, "I didn't realize we had
been at it so long."

Gloria came around the desk and placed her palm on my chest just below my
clavicle and slowly ran it down my sternum between my breasts. I unbuttoned
the straps on her shoulders holding her jumper on and let the dress fall to
the floor. "Why do you wear a bra and panties?" I asked. Her hand stopped on
my abs, fingers exploring the defined muscles.

"Old habits," she said, "My clients expect a conservative counselor." "Hmm," I
said as I unfastened her bra. With its removal, I was happy to see that her
breasts didn't sag. "You have such gorgeous breasts," I said as I playfully
pinched the nipples. Her hand continued down until her fingers reached my
clit. "And you have such a gorgeous clit," Gloria said, as she began to stroke
it with her finger. I felt myself responding to her touch.

With one hand under each of her buttock I lifted her onto her desk. "Should I
remove my panties?" she asked. "There's no need, baby," I said, "unless you
don't want Mistress Xena to drill a hole through them," and I chuckled. She
didn't make a move to remove the satin panties so I slowly ran my stiff clit
through the thin material.

For the next twenty minutes I alternately lay atop Gloria and stood up,
watching her wreath on the desk as I thrust my 'she-cock' into her satin clad
pussy. With a few final thrusts I came. Gloria lay panting beneath me. I
withdrew my cock from her and standing at the side of the desk said, "Clean
me, baby." She rolled her head to the side and tongued what was left of my cum
from the head of my shaft.

"Thank you, baby," I said as I left her lying on the desk.

Gloria wrote her paper and let me review it. I thought it a very informative
paper, albeit a little 'clinical' in nature, but I suppose that's what was
expected. She made the one or two minor revisions I suggested and submitted
it.

Three weeks later, Gloria got a letter notifying her that her paper had not
only been accepted, but that she was asked to present it before the ASST
National Convention. I was pleased that she was so excited, but was surprised
when she asked me if I would accompany her to Miami. I said, 'yes', of course
and at Gloria's urging, went shopping with her for a few 'business
appropriate' items of clothing; business suit, blouse, shoes and even a scarf.
'What had I gotten myself into,' I thought. I did manage to pick up a new
bikini, leggings and a few other much needed items that weren't so business
oriented.

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We arrived in Miami and took a limo to our hotel, The Winterhaven. We were
staying in the South Beach section while the ASST National Convention was
actually at the downtown convention center. This would be a bit of a commute
for Gloria but she said she preferred that over being housed near the
convention center along with a thousand other therapists.

The following morning the humidity was high and I was eager to go to the
beach. Gloria and I had the hotel's continental breakfast and then she headed
off to her convention, after mentioning that she would be late as she wanted
to 'network' after the exhibition and today's round of speakers. She would
present her paper the following day, so I was eager to spend today basking in
the Miami sun.

In my room, I put on my new bikini, a cover-up and my wedge sandals and headed
to the lobby to pick up a couple of beach towels. The young Cuban behind the
desk said, "May I help you se#orita?" "Just a couple of beach towels, please,"
I said. He smiled and said, "Certainly," and reached below the counter, his
eyes never leaving my breasts. "Thank you," I said, taking the towels, "could
you tell me, can I lay on the beach naked?" The young man's eyes widened
slightly as the thought of me naked danced across his brain. "No, no,
se#orita, some women do go with a tops though," he said. I knew that of
course, but wanted to see the man's expression.

"Pity," I said, "I love to lay in the sun naked, I just hate tan lines, see,"
and as I opened my cover up, I also pulled my bikini top aside to reveal my
dark bronze breast. The man's mouth hung open until I replaced my top and
closed my cover-up. I pivoted and walked to the door and across the street. I
knew he was watching all the way until I was out of sight; the thought brought
a smile to my face.

Because it was a work day, the beach was sparsely populated. I selected an
area about a hundred yards from the nearest other sun worshiper. Once on the
sand I applied my sunscreen and removed my top and lay down. I must have dozed
off because I was suddenly aware of the sound of an engine.

I rolled over and watched as a police officer on an ATV approached. He drove
past, only glancing in my direction, but made a 'U-turn' about twenty yards
down the beach and came back. He slowed and turned off his engine. "Excuse me,
ma'am," he said, "but there's no public nudity on the beach." I lowered my
sunglasses and looked over the top of them at a gorgeous man, broad shoulders
and biceps that filled out his khaki patrol uniform shirt. 'Obviously a guy
who works out and takes care of himself,' I thought.

"But I was told I could sunbathe topless here," I said. He dismounted his ATV
and crouched near the top of my towel. I could tell that his quads were
muscular through his trousers. "Topless is OK, ma'am," he said, "but you have
to have a bottom on." I looked at him and then sat back on my heels. "But I am
wearing a bottom," I said and plucked at the two or three square inches of
fabric that barely covered my pubis.

When I looked up his face had reddened. "Oops, I'm bad," he said, "I can see
that now, the color blended with you dark skin. I'm sorry," and began to stand
up. "So do you just ride up and down the beach looking for women who aren't
wearing any clothes?" I asked smiling. "Pretty much," he said and laughed,
"but actually, I'm looking for drunks and drinkers too and the occasional drug
user, but they're not near as interesting as the women who are naked." "I see,
and do you find me interesting?" I asked and immediately regretted sounding so
'cheesy'.

He hesitated and then removed his sunglasses revealing blue eyes. "Very," he
said at last, "you obviously work out and I find that a turn on." I smiled and
said, "It looks like you're no stranger to the gym either." "I try to get in
once in a while," he lied, "here on vacation?" "Sort of, the woman I'm here
with is presenting her paper at a convention," I said, "I tagged along." "I
see," he said, "so are you and her an 'item'?" he asked. "Are you asking if
I'm a lesbian?" I asked. His face had reddened again, and I said, "No, I'm
straight, although I do have sex with other women, does that matter?" "No, I
just didn't know," he said, "I can't tell anymore." I thought about that a
minute.

"Look," I said, "Do you want to have a drink when you get off?" He looked up
and down the beach and I thought he was going to get on his ATV and ride away.
"Sure," he finally said, "I'm Tim," and extended his hand. "Xena," I said,
shaking his hand. He had a nice firm handshake and I saw in his eyes that I
didn't hurt him when I shook his hand. 'Good,' I thought, 'not a wimp.' "I'm
off in two hours, where are you staying, Xena," he asked. "I'm at the
Winterhaven," I told him. "I'll see you in a couple hours then," he said and
smiled, put his sunglasses on and mounted his ATV. I waved and he nodded as he
started the engine and drove down the beach.

I lay there another hour, mostly thinking about Tim, and then headed back to
the hotel. The young Cuban at the front desk had been replaced by a young
female. I handed in the towels. "Did you enjoy your day at the beach?" she
inquired. "Yes, I did," I said, "but tell me, does it look like I'm naked?"
and I held open my cover-up. Her eyes widened and her mouth open, but after
moistening her lips, she said, "Well, from a distance I suppose someone might
think you were naked." I looked down and the tan of my bikini was remarkably
close to my skin tone. I shrugged and said, "Thanks, I wasn't sure, I got a
lot of stares." She nodded and said, "I can see why," and smiled. I smiled
back and asked, "Do you think I'm too muscular?" "Oh, no, no," she answered
quickly. "I don't either," I said and flexed my bicep nearly ripping the
sleeve of my cover-up.

"A man will be coming by in a while, will you please give him my room number
and send him up?" I asked. "Certainly, miss," she said, composing herself. I
turned and headed for the elevator. I stepped in, turned and opened my
cover-up affording the young woman a final look at my body. Before the door
closed, I cupped one of my breasts and touched my erect nipple with the tip of
my tongue. The door slid shut.

I showered and then applied a body lotion that made my skin glisten. I chose
my clothes carefully; black leather mini skirt, three-inch pumps and emerald
green sleeveless silk blouse whose neckline showed a lot of my striated chest.
I was just finishing buckling the straps on my pumps when there was a knock on
the door.

Tim looked gorgeous in chinos with Topsider slip on loafers and a form fitting
Polo shirt. "You look fantastic, Xena," Tim said as I opened the door. "You
don't look too bad yourself," I said, "Did you have a good day harassing naked
women on the beach?" He smiled and said, "Nope, when I find naked women, I
don't harass them, I usually let them off with a warning." "I'll bet you do,"
I said.

"How about that drink," he said, changing the subject. "Where to?" I asked. "A
place not too far from here," he said, "it's quiet so we can talk." "Is that
what we're going to do, talk?" The red was back in his face and he said, "For
a while." I grinned and followed him into the hallway.

He held the door open for me as we left the hotel and walked the short
distance to a caf'. We made small talk as we walked. "Se#or Tim," the ma#tre
de said as we walked in, "it's nice to see you," and then turning to me, he
said, "Se#orita," and bowed. "Please, right this way," and led us into the
restaurant. As we walked through the crowded restaurant, all eyes watched. The
ma#tre de sat us in a large booth. "Maria will be along shortly," he said and
departed.

"You certainly attract attention," I said once we were alone. "I doubt it's me
everyone was watching," Tim said, "you look stunning." I smiled as the
waitress showed up. She was a petite Latina with dark eyes and shoulder length
black hair. 'Very attractive,' I thought.

"#Nueva amiga?" (new girlfriend), she asked. "Good evening, Maria," Tim said,
"This is Xena. Xena, Maria." She smiled in my direction and I nodded. "We'll
have a couple of marguerita's please," Tim said. Maria lingered at the table
and then nodded and left. "Friend of yours?" I asked. Tim smiled and said, "I
had one or two dates with her, it didn't work out."

Maria returned with the drinks. "Es muy muscular," she said as she sat the
drinks on the table, and left. I looked at Tim and he said, "She said that
you're very muscular." I smiled and asked, "Is she jealous?" Tim thought for a
moment, and then said, "No, we weren't a good fit, she's just a friend now."
"An attractive friend," I said and took a sip of my drink.

"You said at the beach that you have sex with women, is Maria attractive to
you?" Tim asked. I thought about that for a moment and then said, "Yes, but
right now, I'm with you," and I put my hand on his arm. I could feel the
muscle stiffen under my touch. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips,
daring my tongue in his mouth.

"You know," I said, "suddenly I'm not very hungry. Let's go back to the
hotel." He looked at me as Maria showed up again. "Are you ready to order?"
she asked. "No, Maria, I think we're going to leave," Tim said, sliding toward
the edge of the booth.

"Espero que usted por ultimo haya encantrado alquien, Tim," Maria said as Tim
tossed some money on the table for the drinks and tip. "I think I have," he
said to Maria as we made our way to the door.

"What was that," I asked as we walked back to the hotel. Tim smiled as I took
his arm and said, "Maria just said that she hoped I had finally found
someone." "And you said that you thought you had?" I asked. His smile widened,
"Yes, I said I thought I had."

I opened the room door and let Tim enter, and then closed it behind me,
throwing the deadbolt. As he turned, I put my arms around him and held him
close and kissed him, punishing his tongue with mine. "Get undressed," I said
as I lifted my blouse over my head. He stood there a moment and then said
quietly, "Xena, there's something you should know." I froze with my blouse
still in my hand. "What?" I said, and the thought of this muscular hunk having
a penis the size of a peanut crossed my mind. 'Tiny Tim,' I thought.

"Well, I don't know how to say this, but please, let's just take this slow,"
Tim said. I was ready to rip his clothes from him, but instead said, "Sure,
baby," and I tossed my blouse onto the nearby chair and began to remove his
shirt. Once I peeled it over his head, I ran my hand over his solid chest and
down his abs to his belt. He took my wrist and stopped me. "Let me," he said
and unfastened his belt. Stepping out of his loafers, he also stepped out of
his trousers.

He wore a pair of mid-thigh Spandex briefs. His thighs and calves were as
muscled as his chest and abs. 'He's a male version of me,' I thought, 'how
could he not be excited?' And that's when I noticed the bulge along the right
inseam of his boxers.

Standing there, facing each other, I unzipped my skirt and allowed it to fall
to the floor. I glanced down and it looked like the bulge had gotten bigger.
Tim followed my glance and said, "That's what I was trying to tell you, I've
got a bit of a problem," and with his fingers in the waistband of his boxers,
he pulled them down, and then stepped out of them. When he straightened up his
erect penis was perhaps three-inches in diameter and at least twelve-inches
long. I glanced from his manhood to his face and he reddened. "I'm sorry," he
said, "it's just too big, I know," and he hung his head.

He looked up as I began to laugh, a quizzical look on his face. "Oh my god," I
said, "I thought you were going to have a tiny dick, but look at this," and I
took him in my hand. I could barely wrap my fingers around his shaft. "So
you're not scarred?" he asked quietly. "Scarred," I said, "just the opposite,"
and I pulled him toward the bed, "but here's my confession to you; I love sex,
I love control, and I love having sex for a long time." I smiled at him as I
lay down, Tim falling on top of me. "I'll try my best, Xena, I'll try my
best," he said.

To be continued ...