[Jayne Greye]

Hi,

I wanted to announce a new novel that my husband and I wrote entitled Muscle Love: Confessions of a Muscle Worshipper. He is the protagonist and most of it is his story but I wrote significant portions too. I’ll include the prologue here too (below).
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H6Y2HSY
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/895860

Thanks,
-Jayne
  We all have pivotal moments and experiences that shape who we are and how we think. We remember them with an intensity, often playing them in our minds like an home video. But many more go unnoticed and we only understand their importance when we look back and see the patterns and choices that have moved us along a path. My love of muscle, more specifically female muscle, falls into both these categories. My name is Rick Evans and I grew up in an athletic family. My dad coached football and my sister became a professional dancer. I started out like the typical teen who had posters of skinny women with big boobs on my wall and pretty much agreed with all my friends in high school that the bigger the boobs, the better. I didn’t think that athletic women, especially women with muscle, were attractive, or at least I didn’t originally. Of course I’m not really sure that I had seen any, so I really don’t know if that impression was entirely accurate. But that all changed in an instant; that’s the memory I’ve replayed over and over in my mind. It was the night I went with my dad’s team to a road game against the perpetual league champion, who was again undefeated. We were expected to lose by several touchdowns but were playing really well that season so we arrived excited and confident. 
The sweltering, sticky evening led everyone to wear as little clothing as possible to escape the heat, so tank tops and shorts were commonplace within the packed stadium. As I climbed the bleachers to my seat, I noticed a woman in the row behind mine. Deeply tanned, with veins running down her arms and lines cut into thick muscles throughout her body, I’d never seen anyone like her. A white halter top clung to her body like a second skin and her cut off jean shorts did little to conceal her much bigger than average, and incredibly chiseled thighs. Her light brown curly hair was held back by a red scarf. She glistened in the muggy night and it didn’t take much to imagine her muscles, oiled and flexed in a magazine photoshoot for Penthouse, that is, if she weren’t so muscular. At the time, I remember being confused and awestruck. My breath quickened, yet I felt like I couldn’t breathe. 
Walking up the bleachers I paused for a second and gripped the railing so as to not collapse. My legs felt wobbly and I concentrated on climbing but the blood in my body seemed much less committed to the cause. I couldn’t fathom the reason for my physical reaction to seeing this woman, but I knew she was the cause of my body’s sudden distress. We made eye contact and she must have known what I didn’t know at the time; I was going to be attracted to muscular women—strike that—I was going to be helpless in the presence of muscular women my whole life. I scanned her up and down as I made my way to a seat, trying not to stare. She held her gaze on me the entire time. Confident, strong, and stunning, I felt myself wither before her beauty and power. The seconds that had spun by, seemed like an eternity and my member was as hard as it had ever been and was getting to that point where it sometimes aches. When I finally arrived at my seat nearly in front of this breathtaking beauty she smiled down on me and said, “Hello. Welcome to our house.”
It took me a moment to comprehend that this goddess could be speaking to someone like me. It took me another to figure out she was for the other team. She was wearing red, white, and blue while I was clearly decked out in my dad’s team blue and gold. It took all of the will within me to muster up a feeble response, “Hi.”
Anyway that was that. I missed my big chance. In my defense, I didn’t know I was interested in muscular women before that moment. She had clearly known that some men were that way and she was probably 15 years older than I was so she had that advantage too. Humbled, I watched the game, determined to steal as many glances as I could. The game was one of the best I’d ever seen. There were turnovers left and right and big plays throughout – and my dad’s team was ahead most of the game. The fans barely sat and there were a million high fives and cheers both ways. I was actually enjoying the game too but not nearly as much as sneaking glances at the woman kitty corner behind me. When their team scored or had a big play she turned around and high-fived her friends. Her triceps would clench and her back muscles would flare and then release as she did so and I remained firm and at attention the whole game. I was in heaven. She was a thing of beauty. Deeply tanned, chiseled, and bulging. She was a work of art – a Michelangelo.  Surely this woman focused daily on the development of this perfect body. Just thinking about her now still gives me a rush of pleasure. 
In the end, my dad’s team played a heck of a game but there were a few bad calls in overtime and the other team hit a field goal to win it. I was crushed. Not only had my team lost, but the opportunity to explore my new instant infatuation had also passed. With nothing to look forward to but a long bus ride home, I sat down and put my head in my hands. As the fans departed, I felt someone touch my shoulder. I turned around and there she was, leaning towards me, looking at me. I lost my breath again but this time I knew why. I could see down her top a little bit and saw rows of pec muscles holding up perfectly formed boobs. I was instantly at attention again. As if in slow motion she said, “Nobody does that to us here. Great game.”
I was speechless. I think she knew I would be. I turned around and rose up and looked at her magnificence and grew weak-kneed again. As the circulation in my body again failed me, I chalked up the problem to my blood frantically going to areas other than my legs. Eventually I was able to stabilize myself and she extended her hand and we shook. Shaking her hand felt like lightning was attacking my body. Waves of sexual excitement, that I was completely unprepared for, pulsed through my body. Not only that, her grip was so firm that I had to apply as much pressure as I could back so my hand wouldn’t sting. It wasn’t enough, and I winced a little under the power this woman demonstrated. I knew at this moment that not only did I love the look of female muscle but I was also enraptured by its power. I was feeling light headed as her powerful grip racked my hand and entranced my whole body. She then pulled me in a little closer into a brief light hug. Whispering into my ear she pronounced, “It’s okay, lots of men like it. You’re not weird, you just appreciate hard work.”
I was, of course, stunned. It was like she knew everything that was going on in my head. I watched her as she walked down the stairs and toward the exit. I fixated on her and willed her to stop and return. At this point I didn’t care if anyone knew, but the game had been a revelation to me. I loved female muscle and I would seek it out, albeit quietly, in the future. She did give me one last glance and flashed a brief smile but it really isn’t that which I remember to this day. It’s that electric handshake and whispering lips of a tanned muscular goddess that remains embedded in my psyche. She had awakened me. 
When I got home from the road trip I began seeking out feminine muscle wherever I could. I found that ESPN carried bodybuilding competitions and actively perused our TV Guide in search of the weekly airings to tape them for repeated watching. More slyly, I bought and hid issues of Women’s Physique World, and highly anticipated the date of its next issue, which was much too infrequent. I also looked at every woman I saw for muscle first—face, hair, and boobs had fallen to a distant second. I quickly learned to pick out the fittest women in crowds and was drawn to them like a bee to pollen. My next up close and personal experience with muscle was a lot closer than I might have imagined though. The next time I saw my sister’s best friend, Melanie, I saw this friend and fantastic dancer a bit differently. I saw her from the ground up. Her diamond shaped calves were enormous and rock hard from years of dancing. How had I missed this all these years? I would have to investigate…

[Mark Davis]

I read this book and thought it was entertaining and sexy. There’s a lot of character development and it brings up some interesting ideas through the main character about how he, a relatively typical guy, deals with a fetish that’s not socially accepted. It’s humorous at times, introspective, sexy and even surprising. The book includes the perspective of the woman too, which gave it more depth. It takes you inside both people’s heads and their thoughts resonated with me. I wondered how much the book parallels their lives? Very fun read!

[Jayne Greye]

Thank you for your review Lovefembis. I am humbled. I hope it allowed you to think about your attraction to female muscle and came to the conclusion its just a choice – not a deviancy. My husband and I discussed that idea for a long time before we wrote our novel.

[Jayne Greye]

If you can Love, would you be able to write a review on smashwords? https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/895860 We’d appreciate it.

[Vince]

Hi guys,

I did read the book, here’s a review I did post in several places already. It might give ideas to those who are hesitating. 😛

The book wrote by Richard and Jayne Greye is a story depicting the life of the men who are in love with muscled women. Especially, in this case, about the life of the author, his encounters with such women and ultimately, about his meeting with his (then) future wife. It is a very realistic description of their transformation as a couple, physically for her and emotionally for the both of them. (And sometimes about their difficulties while growing together)

The story gives a good idea about the perception and sometimes stigma placed on such women, because our society seeks too high standardization and/or doesn’t respect different choices. Interestingly (and logically) it highlights the struggles that the men dating them are having, due to these societal expectations which places them in doubt, or questions their place as men in such relationships.

It gives, for a change, a different description of the women pursuing these quests to build themselves muscles. Many fictional stories, videos on the internet are depicting brutish women, out there only to dominate and humiliate the men they meet or live with. The story gives a more realistic picture, showing them as any other women, tender, affectionate, full of emotions and care for the ones they love. But with a goal which is (today) not mainstream – to body build their physique. The plus of this story, as it involves a couple, is that it describes lightly their intimate, loving relationship and shows her being more assertive thanks to the confidence gained through her training. (To understand, you’ll need to get it and read 😉 )

For those enjoying these women, it is a way to reflect on yourself. It is often a ‘dark secret’ for many men. Reading their story, is inspiring, is a good way to come to terms with your tastes and reveal it to the ones you care about. (Or to start pursuing this quest to date them without second thoughts…)
Although, if you are already comfortable in your shoes as a muscle women admirer, it will be a good read that you will enjoy immensely, as it is very well written.

PS: Great profile pic, you look in peak shape!
QBikk

[TC2]

Okay . . . I don’t mean to be -that- guy. But I find it highly suspicious that 2 brand new posters showed up just to comment on this thread and nowhere else. Is there a link to amaz0ns in the book description or something or in the back matter? Because something is not adding up.

If this is a way to generate fake hype to encourage sales and reviews, don’t. Apologies if these are real posters.

[Vince]

Hi TC2,

First are you the TC who wrote so many nice stories in the past?

Second, I posted for the first time here today indeed to support this book. Because it is great. I’m browsing/lurking Amaz0ns for a solid 3 years, without creating an account. Then I saw today that the authors posted here about their book. Then it made me create a profile to speak about my experience about this book.
I really liked reading it, learnt from it about me and got me in a (running…) introspection round.

If it can motivate people to get it and support the authors, then I’ll be glad. I’m in no way related to them. 🙂
Take Care
QBikk

[TC2]

Hi TC2,

First are you the TC who wrote so many nice stories in the past?

Second, I posted for the first time here today indeed to support this book. Because it is great. I’m browsing/lurking Amaz0ns for a solid 3 years, without creating an account. Then I saw today that the authors posted here about their book. Then it made me create a profile to speak about my experience about this book.
I really liked reading it, learnt from it about me and got me in a (running…) introspection round.

If it can motivate people to get it and support the authors, then I’ll be glad. I’m in no way related to them. 🙂
Take Care
QBikk

Okay, cool. Thanks for joining the community!

As for the stories, if you are referring to the ones on Diana the Valkyrie, then no, not me. I wrote stories but I never posted them on DtV.

[Jayne Greye]

Hello Collector,

Thanks for checking in. Yah, I also have been lurking on several sites for a few years but finally decided it was time to jump in and join three of them. I’m not going to lie and say that announcing to the community that there was a fmg book on Amazon wasn’t a factor in why I finally signed on. I hope I can be a benefit to the community as a whole though, and the purpose of the book is to help us think about our attraction to muscular women and why so many of us remain on the sidelines hiding. At 6.99 I’m not earning much on this as you can imagine. 🙂

Thanks

[Jayne Greye]

I thought I might provide the jacket cover description of the book. I’m writing my 2nd book now but its not going to be a sequel.

Meet Rick, the guy next door with a muscle fetish that starts at eighteen with an encounter with an older, muscular woman. This full length novel follows his quest to explore his obsession with muscular women and his struggle to reconcile this need with the rest of his life. He hides this side of himself, satisfying his urges in clandestine liaisons, until he meets a woman with the desire to get big and revels in her transformation. But what happens when she surpasses his fantasies and wants to dominate him?

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