[Jayne Greye]

Here is the Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08K5LHTPY

[Jayne Greye]

Sounds pretty hot. I wish I could track that down.

[Jayne Greye]

There are a number of such books here. I’m working on a sci-fi one now. It may take the summer to complete.
https://www.amazon.com/Richard-Greye/e/B07MXQ7R8C%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share

[Jayne Greye]

Thanks – do you know where?

[Jayne Greye]

Also thinking of adding a part about people’s first session experience – how they felt leading up to it – the event itself – and reflections afterwards

[Jayne Greye]

Here is another small section of Virtual Reality Muscle available at Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009561 and Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08636WQVT
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I mulled over how I would play my role and walked into the outdoor utility closet and found a crowbar. I wrapped my head in a towel to conceal my face, as if hiding my identity. Slipping into the house near where Elena lay on the couch, I fumbled around with the drawers and began to rustle things quietly. She remained still, feigning sleep, so I decided to up the ante by knocking over a cheap, ceramic flower vase my cousin had sent me. Good riddance, I thought, as it fell and shattered on the tile. I looked over at Elena, pretending to just notice her form.

Playing like she had been awakened by the noise, Elena covered her open mouth as if shocked, then stood up and revealed her majestic form. She had stripped completely. Her muscularity was intoxicating, yet intimidating and, while shocking on a woman, held unusual beauty. Her pecs quivered slightly in anger, causing her muscles to feather. She had long, full quad sweeps and her bunched hamstrings literally hung off her legs, while her diamond shaped calves were so striated they seemed surreal. Her abs were cobbled, as though her muscularity had been heightened by some kind of Hollywood muscle suit. She looked like she could take a full swing from my crowbar and laugh.

“L.. Look, lady, I’m not going to hurt you if you don’t do anything stupid.” I said waving my crowbar menacingly in front of her face. “Tell me where you keep your cash and jewelry, and nobody needs to get hurt.” I was so turned on by her muscularity and obvious physical superiority that my cock hardened and throbbed once more. She looked down and smiled, momentarily dropping her character while she looked at the tent formed in my pants.

Regaining my poise, I waved the crowbar again, just inches from her. “Now, get me those things,” I demanded, “or I will have to hurt you and fuck you like the helpless wench you are.” I stifled a laugh. The idea that I could do anything to her she didn’t want, even if I was holding a weapon and she was unarmed, was ludicrous.

[Jayne Greye]

Another quick Section from VR Muscle: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009561
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As my arousal flamed hotter and hotter and neared its crescendo under her expert tutelage, she laughed and suddenly let go. “Are you ready to play out my dare?” I took a second to reflect on what had just happened while my brain receptors cried for help on how to respond.

“Um, yeah. Did you decide what it’s going to be?” I finally managed.

“Well, I was thinking. Actually, I dare you to pretend to be an attacker, no, a burglar who is coming into my house and who sees me and wants to rape me.” She tapped her foot uncomfortably, which I thought was somewhat strange given the way she had just so forcefully manhandled me. Part of her seemed uncomfortable with how forceful she was being which led me to believe that, at least partly, she was doing this for me.

“Okay, I think that might be kinda fun. Just imagining you at my mercy will put you in your proper place.” I laughed. The idea was so silly, given how she had just humiliated me with what seemed to be a twitch of her fingers. “Did you want to start now?”

“Sure. Let me go in and turn out the lights to set the scene.” Elena sauntered seductively to the glass patio door and pulled it shut so hard it popped open remaining slightly ajar. She walked around shutting off the lights and then walked over to the couch and reclined on it. Even in the shadows, her muscularity remained exciting and intimidating; electric in every way. Her lithe athleticism held an unusual beauty and the power within her frame was overwhelming.

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“What? Who?” She pointed to Archie who was slinking back toward the group.

“Tell me.”

“Well…” Before Lizzy had a chance to fill me, a noticeable hush covered the room, followed by whispers. I looked up to see another muscular woman swathed in a tight, red dress that wrapped around her breasts and went nearly to the floor to show red high heels to go with the ensemble. Usually, I would have noticed someone like her right away. Perhaps missing her was from the chaotic activity and dim lights of the evening. Perhaps it reflected that my need to seek out muscle had diminished over time with Lizzy’s presence in my life. The woman had light brown hair, amber eyes, and a thick golden neckless that highlighted the deep valley between her breasts created by her muscular pecs. Thick traps which were so bloated that they seemed unproportionally large tied into her broad shoulders, and bulky arms made her upper body stage worthy of the national level. Her legs were striated and hard, but not as thick as her upper body which negatively affected her overall shapeliness. Angular features, strong chin and thinning hair suggested she was on the gear, but she was attractive nonetheless. Briefly, a daydream of the two of them rolling in bed and wrestling with each other flowed through my head.

I imagined them naked, squeezing oil on each other, touching each other’s muscles and testing their relative strength. Lizzy would turn her around and massage her enormous traps that seemed to rise almost to her ears marveling at the size of them. Meanwhile the bodybuilder would grab Lizzy squeezing her muscle which wouldn’t bend to the pressure. The bodybuilder would marvel at Lizzy’s size, definition and thickness and stare in particular at the volume of her delicious pecs. Lizzy would revel in her muscular dominance over the bodybuilder and turn around and present her fantastic back double bicep. Craving Lizzy’s muscle, the bodybuilder would squeeze Lizzy powerful arms to feel their firmness. Unable to make a dent in their thickness, she’d oil them up and worship them following the striations and stroking the veiny peek. When they finally wrestled, Lizzy would make quick work of her. Seeing how strong this woman was yet knowing that Lizzy would easily handle someone this size sent shivers through my body.
“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt. My name is Tami did you go to school here?” Her voice was deep and a little raspy, but combined with her physique it was oddly enticing. Unfortunately, she had also interrupted a particularly amazing daydream.

“No, my boyfriend Drew did.” Tami glanced at me, gave me the once over and returned eye contact to Lizzy without addressing me. I was a little offended at the cursory glance, but still interested in what she had to say.

“I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.”

Lizzy raised her eyebrows quizzically. “Sure, about what?”

“Well, I was hoping to ask you about. Your workouts and um, stuff. You are simply beautiful and truly massive. I mean that in the best way. I’d kill for your muscle.”

“Let’s put the killing aside,” Lizzy joked. “What do you want to know?”

Tami seemed flustered, “Um all of it.” She leaned into Lizzy and whispered to her and I couldn’t hear what she said over the music. The dance floor was cleared as Sinead O’Connor’s Nothing Compares to You came on. Great song, I thought, but not dance material.

Lizzy responded loud enough for me to hear, “Nothing yet, but I’m considering starting soon.”

[Jayne Greye]

Here is the correct link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009561

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