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I don’t know if anyone here has heard of her, but for those of you who haven’t, I would like to introduce you to a very rare bird indeed. Nathalie Gassel is from Belgium, she is a writer and also an avid bodybuilder who has written erotic short novels where she talks about her attraction for muscular women and how she loves being one (despite living in Europe!). As I said a very rare bird indeed.

Now I felt bad about not contributing anything to this wonderful board (no story writing for me yet. sorry). So I thought I would mention her. She has her own website (in french) with photos and bio. I have read two of her books, and I thought I could translate and share a few juicy excerpts with you guys as a modest contribution to the board. What I find great about this is: she seems to be a woman who totaly thoroughly enjoys her muscularity and its provocative effect on others, writes quite artistically about what it feels to be a muscular woman and also about desiring muscular women (having bisexual preferences), and as far as I can see, all of it is real.

Anyway enjoy, and if you like it I could translate some more.

BTW the excerpts are taken from "Eros Androgyne" and "Musculatures" by Nathalie Gassel.

Sport: hours spent at building this harmony of vision, this perchance to dream.

A young man is in awe at watching me train, watching my exceptionally swollen body, flushed with an influx of blood that courses through all my muscles, particularly my shoulders and arms that I flex in front of the mirror, myself impressed at their size, exalted and thrilling at the presence they suddenly take.

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She is at a culminating point, her body is an apotheosis. She is the greatness which exhults to a smile: a solar jubilation. I see in her the most beautiful expression of an idea that I made for myself: muscular strength, the desire to grow, the greatest impatience of existing in the splendor and in the grace of power.

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I started off with a few pull-ups. In this movement my hands grip a bar overhead and lift myself up. I do ten repetitions slowly, with this particular euphoria of the muscle that gorges with blood and express its capacity for strength and volume. The mirrors are all along the walls, you never lose sight of your own body. You watch it grow and flex. The skin, the muscle and the vein transform themselves. Following the pulley tractions that you load to the maximum of our possibilities according to the number of repetitions that you will do. Within yourself, you can feel yourself full, tightened by the influx of blood that leaden your limbs, traverse them, shortening their movements. After five, ten minutes, the blood disperses and the muscle is harder in appearance and to the touch, more rounded up on itself, less liquid, metallic to the eye.

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What I aspired for: power, an exterior pageantry. I have never known anything else which was a more personal value. a deeper or more intense need. Determined early on by society’s values of power and its expression, I chose in my childhood the two tyrannical faces of body and spirit: muscle and writting.

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I aspired for myself, a physical superhumanity, to a superpower which would be visible to the eye esthetically like a colossal and unusual work of art. I desired that my body be entirely like a throbbing sex. The physical desire is verifiable like an erected sex. My body had to incarnate this desire in itself, this trescendance.

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I touched her shoulder…my fingers, my hand resting open on the glorious thickness of the muscle. The shoulder stuck out from side to side. Marvelous and execptional contact by the surdimension of the muscular fibers. Euphoric sensation of feminine matter in all its power.

My taste for luxury and comfort came to me much after my taste for power. The same was true for my body. It was first a caracterial desire, possessed by the will of power of the muscle, before I seek for it a prestigious appearance. It was important for me to escape the displeasure of weakness, and its multiple limitations. The building of muscles that would impact powerfully with the outside reality. I did not hesitate in picking up a barbell. To pump iron. I felt in my flesh, quivering with effort and desire, grandiose pleasures.

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I lift weights, dumbells, barbells, I enter in the sole conscience of the body, of nerves, of ligaments, of sweat, of cramping, of resistance. And, in proportion with the intensity of my workout, of the depth of immersion the whole flexing of the muscles. They become a world totally closed off any refinements of the intellect…The becoming of the body in its entirety, entirely bestial-I feel like as if I was a bull- is a real joy, a journey toward animal power. A corrida where you would be man and beast. A duel with energy born from an excitation of the flesh. During training are born pleasures, orgasmic feelings. A deepened experience, a knowledge. That of a life where the powerful morphology is what counts…I see in the gym my muscles amongst others. I want them abrupt. I measure through the eye and the touch the swelling, the germination. Blood comes to fill them, to whip them; the amplified girth of the flesh becoming to my eyes, monstruously lovable. My body shudders within in ecstasy and emotion.

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I felt my muscular strength thanks to which I effortlessly controlled him…my muscles, tensed and dry, I wanted them monstruous, subjugating. As much as I desired him in his weakness, as much muscles must have appeared terrifying to him…I was feeking my supremacy emerging and exhalting me.

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Always I delight in the contrast between my power and the other’s weakness. Sport has given me my physical supremacy, this voluptuous joy. My sovereignty gives me an endless excitement and a repetitive life of these same sensations, each one bringing its difference.

[Mark Newman]

Great stuff. Thanks for the translation. I have heard of her before through a French reader of my stories, but this is the first bit of her writing I’ve read.

Someone should introduce her to English language amazon fiction. If, that is, she speaks English. Do we have a bilingual member who can tell her about us?

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