Muscle Stories Novels & Stories

Sir Dan laughed out so loudly that heads started to turn to our direction. "My bad! I meant more mature men." my voice squeaked an octave higher as I was trying to justify my choice of word. "As the saying goes, age doesn't matter," I said further. "True. It's the size that matters and performance," Sir Dan added. "Sir Dan!" I gave him a meaningful look as his green mind was coming to the surface. "By the way, can I have your Instapix account, Des?" Mr. Dalton asked me. "Sure!" I passed him my phone to get my QR code scanned.

* As usual scarlet was listening to Blackpink music, dancing, and driving at the same time. If there's another thing she loves after dancing that's music. She was already at the frat house, so she parked her car and got out. "Hey, Scarlet." She heard her name as she was about walking into the frat, she turns to see jake still numbers of bandages on his injured parts. "We still have a beef remember?" "I don't remember having that with anyone, so if you don't mind I've something important to attend to." She turns to leave. "Not after what you did to me, no woman mess's with me, today I'm gonna put you in your place.." He barked, angrily.

I can't wait to touch them. What the! What the hell am I thinking right now? I've become a maniac about muscles. But I can't help it. I'm too addicted to watching a muscle contest especially when I am watching a sumo wrestling contest in the North pack during a festival. Since I was a child, all the men I have met have beautiful muscles. Now, my childhood friend Franklin has muscles too, in fact his muscles are more beautiful than Bryan but even so, Bryan's muscles captivated my attention.

Amelia It was as if the world around me had been put on mute the second I locked eyes with Blake. The laughter, the whispers, the snickering that had filled the hall only moments before—it all disappeared. Blake’s smirk didn’t falter, though; he just stared at me with that irritating look of superiority, as if he thought he’d already won whatever twisted game this was. But if there was one thing I knew, it was that I was not going to let myself be bullied. Not here. Not in this new school too. I squared my shoulders, refusing to let the lingering silence around us shake me. I could feel dozens of eyes on me, each pair waiting to see if I’d crumble or lash out. They’d be disappointed either w

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

A few days later, I noticed my coworker Jake suddenly had money to burn. He bought a watch he’d always wanted and started treating everyone to meals. That night after work, he pulled me aside for drinks. After a few shots, Jake leaned in secretively: “Bro, I hit the jackpot. A resident paid me five thousand dollars just to help him at his place.” My stomach dropped. “Which resident?” Jake lowered his voice: “23rd floor. Mr. Reed.” My face turned pale. Sure enough. Mr. Reed wasn’t just using me.

This is going to be a long session. “I have also worked with a lot of arthritis patient, i can handle it sir.” He got up slowly, his robe almost dropping off from his body as he laid on the bed on his back. I slowly shifted his robe, revealing his upper body and his dick. My mouth dropped wide open. I could not believe my eyes, for an old man, he had a good seven inches dick. “Mr Hamilton, you sure do carry a big dick.” “Yeah, they called me the D man back in high school. My parents always wondered why many women were around me, my secret weapon was the dick i had.”

He could hear the faint hum of the crowd, the shuffle of papers, the sound of the host introducing him. “And now, we’d like to welcome Ryan Calloway, a second year student who has shown remarkable courage in sharing his truth through storytelling.” He walked onto the stage. Not shaking this time. Not afraid. He looked out at the sea of faces. He found Daniel near the back row. Marcus beside him. And he began: “For a long time, I didn’t think I had a story worth telling. I thought I was overreacting. Too emotional. Too dramatic. But when someone makes you smaller than you were meant to be, it takes time to remember your full shape again.”

JUNO HAYES “Muscle memory isn’t just about movement,” I told the room, pacing in front of the whiteboard. “It’s about how the body learns to protect itself after injury. Every stretch, every repetition, it’s training your system to respond without thinking.” A few pens tapped. Someone muttered something about repetition being boring. I smiled and shrugged. “Boring works.”